Monsters

This huge monster’s long sinuous scaled body slithers through dark forests. Vast wings the color of midnight rise from its back, and four wavy black horns sprout from its evil serpentine head; its wings can fold back entirely flush with its long body. The kulshedra’s scales are burnt greenish-orange in hue and its eyes glow

Flying across the arid steppe is a monstrous draconic beast with bat-like wings, a scaled body and legs, and the head of a mangy wolf with a thick goat-like beard. Its scales are a uniform light brown, while its wolf head is dark brown with gleaming red eyes. The dragon-wolf flexes its vicious claws and

The creature galloped across the outcrops and lurched before us. It was a great beast akin to some sort of huge ram or shire horse with a single great horn erupting from its head. It stood for a moment, as though considering its next move, and then, with a snort, it lowered its head and

“Ye weren’t there.” Günter’s hand shook as he reached for the tankard. “They donna care what they hit. Donna care who’s in the way, cacklin’ as they fire. Cacklin’…” He gulped at the drink, spilling down his chin, then wiped foam from his braided whiskers with the back of his scarred and puckered hand. “Ye

“Come in the water,” the lady whispered. “I’m so lonely.” Stephan glanced around the campsite. He’d been on watch a few hours and had a few more hours to go, yet. Old Yoric and Bernard were sleeping, dead to the world. “Come in the water,” the lady whispered. “I’m so cold.” She was beautiful—pale as

Art by Philippe Semeria With broad shoulders and thick, nearly translucent ivory fur, this powerfully muscled ape-man sports savage claws and wicked black teeth; dried gore stains its chin a rusty brown. A small cyclone of ice and snow swirls around its feet, and it leaves no tracks in its wake. Fiercely cold air surrounds

The hill moved, which of course is ridiculous. Then I heard deep breathing and the crash of the willow coppice as the creatures—for there were two—came into view. The ychen bannog of legend: longhaired oxen the size of churches, flanks steaming in the morning mist from a night’s toil while crows danced about their horns.

…Sturmgar kicked in the door, and strode into the hall, greatsword drawn. Sir Norrick and the rest of the Company of the Wyvern filed in behind him, weapons and spells at the ready. The officers of the Iron Legion were in the midst of their evening meal. At the head of the table, General Sidion

The Halls of the Mountain King project is taking its new monsters from OGL to 4E this month, and so we figured we’d show you a re-designed version of the 3E/OGL Crag Drake that was featured here back in February. Stone made predatory beast, these creature prowl cavern tunnels and mineshafts as jaguars would stalk

Yes ladies and gents, Kobold Ecologies has been unleashed up on the world. Lord have mercy, it’s a monster! This book collects every ecology from every issue of Kobold Quarterly to date, updates them and revises them, and then ADDS MORE Ecologies. It’s an Ecology sandwich. And those new ones are not just any additional

Quicksilver oozes are a freakish combination of alchemical reagents and magical energy, born from laboratory experiments gone awry. Their shape is completely malleable, but when at rest a quicksilver ooze most closely resembles a pool of liquid silver. The ooze is rarely at rest, however, as it searches the world for its lone source of

The creature rose from the ruins of the church roof it had just crushed in spite. It was huge – a gangling hairy thing, with sharp nails and claws, its face a skirmish of eyes and bristle and teeth cowering beneath three curved horns. ‘Dost thou see this big body of mine? Roared the buggane.

The foes appear to be tall, well toned humans with flecks of living crystal in their skin. The warriors are clad in scale and wield cruel flails. Behind them stands a lightly armored woman. Though not as physically imposing, you can tell from the glint in her eyes that she is far more dangerous than