The Werekin
A beast assuming human form is a terrible thing. The instinctual essence of the wolf, perverted by possessiveness and malice.
The Harpy Flock
Sharp talons and sharper minds, a constant menace to all unfortunate enough to dwell beneath their foulsome eeries.
The Dragons of Doaden
Primordial beings, living aspects of Doaden, twisted and shattered like the realm itself.
Vile Jackalope
Take care travelling the plain and prairie, lagomorphic horror burrows amongst the rolling hills.
Cockatrice
Gargantuan Poultry, bile-blooded and possessed of a gaze to petrify even the most stolid of warriors.
5E-Ready Faction Books
The Wilds Faction Books contain a bestiary's worth of information about the many strange and terrible beasts that dwell in Doaden.
From the terrifying Vilefang Basilisk, dwelling amongst the filth below Harpy Eeries, to the twisted Jackalope, bound to confound even the most jaded Adventurers.
These PDF Booklets contains Lore, Adventure Prompts and 5E-Ready Statblocks for the Wilds miniatures, alongside a raft of inspiration to integrate these beasts into your own campaign!
Harpies, a sentient species of winged terrors, possessed of keen and avaricious minds. Although they can be found scattered across the world, the most loathsome flock plagues the fringes of the Akhaemian desert, their numbers swelling with each passing year.
Transient in nature, these creatures migrate all along the borders of the Akahemian desert. They construct their nests, not as enduring dwellings, but as temporary holds to brood their young, in many sites from the jagged cliffs from the far east, all along to the coastal west - an extremely broad territory, albeit one that carefully avoids the corrupted borders of the Ashen Wastes - foulsome though they are, Harpies still possess some sense.
The Ragged Moor stands is a blasted place, its rugged terrain and tempestuous skies casting it far from the comforts of civilization. Abandoned by neighbouring Lords who see little value in the wet earth, this forsaken land offers naught but peril and isolation.
Venturing across the Ragged Moor proves a perilous undertaking, with travellers subject to the whims of its fickle climate. Biting cold can swiftly yield to sweltering heat, sapping the energy and resolve of even the hardiest wanderers. Despite its apparent flatness, the moors conceal treacherous hazards beneath the surface vegetation - uneven
ground and hidden pools lie in wait to ensnare the unwary, prolonging each step through the soggy, fog-shrouded landscape.
