The HalLimaw, one of the most fearsome beasts across all volumes of ‘Beasties to Beware’ seems to no longer be myth. A rogue missing ship here or there could always have been attributed to a storm upon the seas. But over the past several years, amongst all the races as there have been an innumerable increase in our presence upon the ocean, there have also been an increase in stories. Not just the expected ones from sailors, but from reputable sources, nobles, clergy, businessmen, and the like. Attacks barely survived, people being washed up on shores with little memory other than the beginnings.



Shawnathon is the loveable cryptid. A raccoon who can slip through the cracks in reality, thinner than paper. They say he goes to the gods just to enjoy being petted. When we see him, his small legs, and stubby body that waddles with glee, it should be looked at as a sign of good luck. Only could luck grace us with something so delightful. A mortal could never catch him but may be lucky enough to catch sight of him as he frolics. Perhaps leave him a snack.



Chimeras are nameless creatures that are some conglomeration of their parts. One part lion, one part goat, one part snake. That is perhaps the most well known in mythology. But over the years from different locations and different cultures, some are even able to breathe fire from their lungs. Gryphons and hippogryphs are also types of chimera, shown as less fearsome visually but no less feared in the stories they're in. Perhaps the most unnerving of the well known chimera is the manticore. The tail of a scorpion, the body of a lion, but the face of a man; known as the devourer of men, the manticore is something that some people say is a creation of Chaos.



The Wolpertinger. In its own right is also a type of chimera but getting its own listing because it is presented in mythos as inherently good. They are said to show themselves to maidens in the forest as a way to confirm their choice of suitor is a good man. No two wolpertinger are alike, a mixture of the forest creatures, fawn, pheasant, squirrel, deer, rabbit, fox, and more.



Deepfangs are elusive and what we know of them are all secondhand accounts from surviving families of the fallen. The terror of the Grokon, it is said that no town has survived a Deepfang attack. A spider as large as a house, fast and with a potent necrotic venom, the Deepfang is also said to be actively vindictive.

Puk Wudjie is a small creature, resembling a human. It is said to live in forests and be a menacing trickster. Tales of them vary by region as some people say their flesh is like stone, some say they can transform into a cougar to hunt men, and others say they have a headdress of porcupine quills growing from their body. Others still say that the Puk Wudjie is just another Fae, trying to lure men to their death.



The Carbuncle. Said to have a glowing garnet on its head, bright as a blacksmith's coal, there have been many Carbuncle hunts that have gone awry. As no hunt has ever been successful, and men come home poorer and exhausted, some have called it the ‘the devil that shines like fire’ claiming the creature let them chase it and its light source through the night, then covered it with some sort of membrane, to plunge them into the dark. In one particular myth about the Carbuncle, there are elaborate multi day instructions on how to treat with one enough that it may leave a man a treasure, buried and marked by a thorny bush. If any sign of fear is shown then the treasure in the pit will turn to a poisonous gas and surely slay the man.



Doughnuts. A sweet name for a sweeter myth. The Doughnut is said to be a creature who lives in shallow waters around islands. Its body, soft as a sponge is where it got its name, and its shape the same as as well. The Doughnut is said to be aware of what creatures do not belong in the water, and will actively help rescue any land races it sees in need of help. Not even just men, but stories have said that Doughnuts have even helped save deer and foxes and other creatures, gotten too far out from shore.



The Tazelwurm is a very strange myth, a large lizard-like creature, with the face of a cat. Accounts vary on it having between two and six stout legs, but the stories all put it at nearly seven feet long before considering its tail. The creature is said to hunt by rearing up and pouncing on its prey, some even say it has poisonous breath. This creatures natural habitat is said to be mountains, and it is rumored to be colored either white of black, an unusual extreme.


A Beloved, the witches friend. Small creatures that are traditionally said to be the keeper of the house when the witch is away. They light the hearth, they open and close the shutters, they sweep up. All it will cost you is your milk and honey. If you think you might have gotten lucky enough to have a Beloved decide your home is his, then just make sure you keep plenty of cream in a cup on the counter when you retire for sleep. One will not stay in a home where he is unwelcome, nor will he work for free. Sometimes people say if you listen closely they will speak to you, but never try to catch sight of one for it would offend him and he would surely leave. There are more people who also attribute knowing one to some ancient bloodline, back from when the world was full of magic and these creatures were as common as people.