Civilisation battles constantly against chaos. Darkness looms in the cracks in ancient cities, monstrous things arise in ancient ruins, villagers weep with fear in their shit-stained hovels, and evrywhere adventurers and local lords are hard pressed to keep things going just one day longer. Truly, these are dark days for the free peoples.

Fortunately for you, they're going wonderfully for the monsters of the world.

>What are you?
>A manticore, a lion with the face of a man and the tail of a scorpion. The world and all its creatures are beneath you - you long most of all for gemstones, and for human flesh. Malevolent, sadistic, and eminently hateful.
>An ogre, huge and horrible, with a love for gorging yourself and an even greater love for gold and luxury. Human barbarians tread the crowns of kings beneath their feet, you chew the bones of princes upon their thrones - or at least, you'd bloody well like to.
>A bugbear warrior. Orcs, goblins, even hobgoblins, have made peace with civilisation, or at least started to. They raid villages, sure, but just for the money. You are a bugbear, monstrous, cunning and with a love for the taste of fear. The dark gods of chaos sing to you - which is to say, you're a right evil bastard.
>An ophidian snake-man - It is sometimes said that humans are where the falling angel meets the rising ape. When the two met, your kin were already sat in your palaces, spitting in disgust. Your people mastered the earth and sky with foul magic and technology, though their dominions have long since been thrown down. You were born to rule, to scheme and plot, and to put the upright apes back in their place.
>Greatest of all monsters, a dragon. The world is in disorder, and deep in the mountains you are awaking. They think it's bad now, they are ill prepared for the rain of fire and death that awaits them.
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