#longfangs

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Emotes!! A new friend Longfang joined our dnd campaign, and I’m so excited for my character to potentially meet him!! :D

…Also who gave Iris a knife??? (she’s just preparing veggies for her bugs lol)

[nickmaniwa]

It pains me to say but my best boy Owen passed earlier this morning in my arms. I received Owen as a birthday gift in 2005, he would’ve been 18 this year on my birthday (his birthday was mine, obvs), he was probably closer to 18 than that tho. He was the best cat, didn’t scratch on the furniture, didn’t jump up on the stove, didn’t knock stuff over (most of the time anyway), all that typical mischievous cat behavior. He was just chill. Just wanted to sit by his dad, lick whip cream off your dessert & kill all laser pointers.

We had the scare with him last year and thankfully he got better and I got a whole other year with him. I’m just glad he’s no longer in pain.

At the end, he was totally deaf & seemingly going blind but you couldn’t tell it. He was one of a kind, there will never be another like him. That I’m sure of. I’ll be adding pics to this album as I come across them. Please don’t be offended if I’m distant for a bit. Love you all.

[drgnflyteabox]

Simon x gn!reader. Simon gives you a neck massage<3 some body horror imagery (like just description of pain), migraine, shame about chronic pain / having to take a break, soft, abrupt ending (sry)

Your neck pops, shoulders stiffening, little crackles dancing up your spine and to the base of your skull. Straightening doesn't help, no matter how much you try. You roll your shoulders back, lifting them, breathing deeply to try and relieve the pressure.

Nothing.

You stay unbearably stiff, hearing the inner machinations of your overwrought musculature with each breath, feeling it pulling at your scalp.

God, your skin pulls back while your eyes are pulled forward, pulsing, barely hanging on in your head.

You sit up again, eyes blurring, squinting to see the words on your laptop screen. They jumble together, frying your sensitive eyes, taunting you as your neck pops once again.

They should call you rice krispie, or at least make you one of the mascots. You could be snap or pop. That almost makes you laugh, but the heavier breaths send pulses of pain to your head and you stop yourself.

But your writing.

You know there's gonna be a phone call tomorrow at 11, that it's going to expect words on pape, words you just don't have.

You know you could just... send an email and explain. Offer to attach a doctors note, even though they've given you accommodations. You could delay, and probably nobody would say a thing. They haven't yet at least.

Yet you feel that coil of dread in your stomach at the thought. That poisonous little snake sinking it's longfanged teeth in you.

How many times have you had to delay? It feels like too many - too many to be normal, functional, surely.

That venom tells you you'll be fired, ostracized, that a big red stamp will be stuck onto some permanent database and you'll never be hired again.

You don't know how long you sit there, in pain, despairing your job when Simon walks quietly into your home office and lays heavy hands on your shoulders.

"It's late," he murmurs. His thumbs find your traps, digging in, and you moan softly.

"I gotta finish this," you mumble.

"It's late," he says again, "and you're tense. How's your head?"

He can probably feel how rock hard your muscles are, how the long line of your back is as rigid as a board.

"I just need to take another advil," you murmur, rolling your shoulders against his hands.

"You could," he slips on palm to your front, gliding over your collar, then gently holding your neck right below your jaw, "or you could let me give you a rub and go to sleep."

"I really need to finish this," you try, though you know it's weak. That you'll give in. You aren't accepting it- you're resigned to it.

Simon can tell.

"I'm not asking, honey," his hands move again, gliding, slipping under your armpits to nudge you up and out of your chair.

You stand, dizzy for just a moment before you let yourself lean back into him. He's a good sport about it, always is, half-dragging you to the bathroom.

"Brush your teeth," he puts the toothbrush in your hand, already tooth paste-ed, and leaves you in the bathroom for a moment.

He comes back with your pyjama's. The flannel ones you'd gotten last Christmas, worn in now and comforting. Your eyes tear up at his consideration, and you sniffle while he undresses you.

"Thank you," you mumble around the toothbrush, "my head really hurts."

"I know, honey," he says back. His voice is soft, still gravelly, but purposefully soft. That's enough to make you cry, though you can only let tears fall out of your eyes. Anything else would make your head worse.

"Do you need any advil?" he finishes buttoning your pyjama top as you spit your rinse into the sink.

"Yeah, I think so," he gives you four, which you swallow with water, "can you still rub my neck?"

He hums yes, guiding you by the elbow to the bedroom. You lay flat on your back, trying to relax, feeling his weight shift the mattress as he climbs in behind you.

His hands are perfect for this. Strong, thick, turning the muscles of your neck and shoulders into mash potatoes. You groan, grateful tears soaking into the pillow.

His thumbs find the base of your head, pushing, pushing, until the tension wrapping your skull gradually lessens. You begin to sink into the mattress, breathing deeply, hands twitching.

"Thank you," you sniffle.

"I should'a stopped your earlier," he digs into a tense spot, making you gasp for just a moment before you relax again, "know how you are."

"Mm'workaholic," you mumble.

"Ridiculous is what you are," he says. It's gruff, but it's fond. If you hadn't known him so long you'd have maybe been hurt.

That's how you fall asleep. Thinking of calling your supervisor tomorrow, apologizing, feeling better now that you aren't totally overwhelmed with pain.

Simon stays behind you as you drift, never relenting, moving his hands across your back and unknotting your stubborn muscles one by one.

"Love you," you mumble, half coherent.

"Love you too, honey," Simon murmurs. His lips find the nape of your neck, enveloping you with his body and his warmth, as your energy peters out.

[yodawgiheardyoulikemecha]

Longfang Black Mamba

[rideroftherange]

Thanks, pard.

Turns out, she has a brother.

DM “The Tiefling Pirate Privateer NPC volunteers to help you set an ambush on the pursuers.”

Me “The what?”

DM “Rider, no…”

[companionwolf]

Dice sets for my group TTRPG PCs !

Left column: Lindorm Lost Control (Rian), Lindorm Halloween Pumpkin (Ace Kaino), NormalHumanDesigns skin of the dragon in green (Noxrious 'Longfang' Kava), NormalHumanDesigns enby (Heart 'Jay' Kittiphan), Die Hard Dice Summer Court (Aven Foster)

Right column: Lindorm Orion Nebula (Chi), Official Tomb of Annihilation set (Cayde Montajay), Chessex Nebula red and white (Benjamin 'Doc' Rothschild), NormalHumanDesigns skin of the dragon in rainbow (Ari 'Jacob' Katz), Die Hard Dice Golden Faith (Cricket Moss)

[downtofragglerock]

Moving on to reptiles, we actually have quite a bit to look at

If you count birds as their separate thing, there are currently four main extant groups of reptiles: lizards, snakes, crocodilians, and turtles/tortoises, all of which actually get representation as rahi

For lizards, we have the inaccurately named furnace salamander, the Tunneler, the great swamp lizard, and most famously the Tarakava and it's smaller sandy cousin

The mu is chockfull of snakes, you have the air serpent, the crystal serpent, the fire serpent, the red serpent, the bog snake, the stone snake, the Lohrak, and doom viper, and the snake rahi from the cancelled pc game

Testudines-wise, we have the dermis turtle, the pit war tortoise, the shore turtle, and the turtle rahi from the cancelled pc game

And okay, technically there aren't confirmed crocodilian rahi, but given it's behavior, appearance, and habitat, I'm willing to bet the swamp stalker is one

That covers all the major extant groups, which really only leaves the Tuatara unaccounted for, but given that Tuataras are endemic to Aotearoa, and Bionicle famously and infamously took influence from Maori culture as well as other pacific islander groups, I have a hunch that a Tuatara rahi exists, either as an unseen unique species, or one the "lizard" rahi was misnamed, a phenomenon we know happens because the razorfish is a mammal and the furnace salamander isn't an amphibian

But then there's the other groups, because thanks to the Tahtorak and the rock raptor, we know that dinosaurs, at least theropods, are kicking in the mu

And then there's the longfang, which is only described as being a reptile and having effectively saber teeth, which if that's all we have to go off of sure sounds like a gorgonopsid

And then there's the dragons, because the mu has actual dragons, like the kanohi dragon, the phase dragon, the proto drake, and the Hikaki, which is described as a "dragon lizard" but given that it seems to have vestigial wings I'm counting it here

And there, that's all the reptiles

[amingethia-but-nsfw]

Ruse raised an eyebrow. "I volunteer Redwing, his ex said he's amazing! Anyway im gonna go pick up some toys, catch you at long's! Oh also Long has two dicks. See ya!"

Redwing was sputtering, "Wh- Ruse!"

Longfang chuckled, "Well, wanna head to my place?"

I glance at Redwing, and nod. “I-Okay…” My tail is between my legs in nervousness. “Redwing are you coming too?”

[longfang91]

General info!

Hi yes hello I am Longfang. I’m a streamer and amateur voice actor. You might have heard me in Hunter: The Parenting as Harry or in videos by Snipe and Wib and 40k Theories! Not much else to say, really. I’m 32 and have some issues that have left me a bit of a hermit. Here’s where you can find me elsewhere. 

Twitch-(I stream from 1pm-9pm UK time on Tuesdays and Fridays.) I’m also on the Snipe and Wib Twitch streams often, you can find them here! 

Twitter-My most used social network. If you want to get in touch or keep up with my shenanigans, this is where to go.  

Bsky-It’s new, I’m still trying to get into the habit of using it.

[who-is-this-weirdo]

Mutuals who want to form a Tumblrclan with me ?

No need to know anything about Warrior Cats, you can reblog with a name you want (composed name, such as Duststorm or Longfang, you can use stuff like Star, moon and other things, natural stuff, no object or human technology based things, you can use your URL as inspiration)

You can have not genetically acurate stuff and slightly weird colors (like, natural colors but with unatural tints, like vibrant blue, dark red ect ect) and unatural/bicolor eyes, basically a slightly toned down sparklecat

Our clan doesn't have one single leader and rather have a counsil soooo here are the ranks:

Cousil Members (4 max): (Equivalent to Leaders and Deputies from canon, lead the clan)

Medics (4 max): (Take care of the hurt/sick cats)

Medics Apprentices (2 max): (Teens training to be a Medic, also serves as assistants to the medics)

Lorekeepers (2 max): (All in their names, they are story tellers and historians, also kinda like bards but with less instruments)

Guards (6 max): (Keep the camp safe and also repair dens)

Warriors: (Patrol the borders and keep the clan safe in case of attacks, will also hunt if needed)

Hunters: (Hunt prey and gather berries to feed the clan, will fight if needed)

Apprentices: (Teens training to be a Warrior or a Hunter)

King/Queen/Crown: (Adults staying in camp to take care of kids (kits as they are called) to young to be apprentices)

Smol Babies: (Kids too young to be apprentices)

Elders: (Old Cats who served their clan enough, they can still do chores if they want but it's not one of their duties anymore)

Description exemple/template with my Tumblrclan cat:

Name: Moonfang

Age group: Young Adult

Rank: Hunter

Description: Pale golden cat with pale brown stripes (some looks like moons), white muzzle, throat, belly and silver-grey eyes

[critsuccesscollective]

Intro

🐾 Wolf

🐾 he/they

🐾 player & GM; solo and group both

🐾 DID system host - many of the games I GM/am planning to GM are for my system mates via play by post

🐾 fave systems: Delta Green, FIST, Changeling the Lost (+ CofD as a whole), Alien RPG, Trinity Continuum, Fiasco

Games I'm currently playing in

🐾 Trinity Continuum PbP (PC: Decker)

🐾 Homebrew Cypher PbP (PC: Gamer)

Games I'm either running or will run

🐾 Dreamscape (FIST) [ongoing]

🐾 Everwinter (Pathfinder 2e) [hiatus]

🐾 What Lies Beyond (Eclipse Phase) [hiatus]

🐾 Place of Honor (Explorers of Fate) [developing]

🐾 Never Innocent (Delta Green) [ongoing]

🐾 Vortex of Play (BLASE) [developing]

🐾 ??? (Triangle Agency) [developing]

🐾 ??? (World of Apocalypses) [developing]

🐾 EXHUME (The Foundation RPG) [developing]

Group PCs I've played as of 7/10/2024

🐾 Rian (Palladium Fantasy)

🐾 Chi (Pathfinder 2e)

🐾 Noxrious 'Kava' Longfang (D&D 5e)

🐾 Benjamin 'Doc' Rothschild (The Bureau)

🐾 Ace Kaino (D&D 5e)

🐾 Cayde Montajay (D&D 5e)

🐾 Ari 'Jacob' Katz (Delta Green)

🐾 Heart 'Jay' Kittiphan (Delta Green)

🐾 Cricket Moss (Changeling the Lost)

🐾 Aven Foster (Changeling the Lost).

🐾 Morden Holloway (ALIEN RPG)

🐾 Kou (Cypher System hexcrawl)

🐾 Decker (Trinity Continuum)

[giantspidertwilightprincess]

#Ilooklikethisirl #tarantula #8legs #pairofpedipalps #longfangs

[saratogaroadwrites]

For King and Country (55/122)

For King and Country | saratogaroad rating: T total wordcount:  280,466 characters: Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane, Aranella, Batu, Tani, Lofty, Leander Aristidies, Bracken Meadows relationships: Roland Crane & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Aranella & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane & Aranella, Batu & Tani, Batu & Evan, Tani & Evan, Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum & Lofty, Rolander other tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Mother-Son Relationship, Father-Son Relationship, Place Slowly Becomes Home People Slowly Become Family, Found Family, For Want of A Nail warnings: none

Pulled from his world by mysterious powers, former president Roland Crane finds himself caught in the middle of a coup meant to take the life of the young King Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum. Joining forces with Aranella, the pair of them set out to aid Evan in making his dream of a kingdom where everyone can live happily ever after a reality.

But the road to peace is a long and treacherous one and there is no promise of success in a world where darkness spreads ever thicker with each passing day. If they are to stand a chance, they must stand together, for king and for country.

(A retelling.)

=

“O’course, we’d be glad to have ye as neighbors,” Mr. Wright said, hands clasped behind his back. “We been livin’ out there by ouerselves for many a generation now. Neighbors oughta be good for the little’uns.”

“Yes,” Queen Nerea said with a smile. “And we have been isolated for far too long. It is high time we did away with such things.”

Standing alongside the conference table, Evan beamed. It had barely been a day since they had returned to Evermore, and already Queen Nerea was making allies and looking for a place to settle her people once more. He couldn’t blame her, really; the Hydropolitans were being provided for, but they were all wedged in tightly in the southern barracks and needed space.

Roland had muttered something about sardines in a can when Auntie Martha had brought that tidbit of information, which really just left Evan more confused than before. What was a can and why did someone put fish in it? Resolved to ask about it another time, Evan had set the oddity aside. The priority was the Hydropolitans right now.

“Of course, we would not want to crowd you, or encroach on Longfang’s territory.” Queen Nerea was saying, “I will admit I am unfamiliar with the Summerlands.”

“Well,” Evan leaned over the table, looking over the Summerlands. There was miles of empty coast to consider, especially once one had swung into the Calmlands. Thinking back to Roland’s lessons, he considered their options. They would need a good, defensible location, one where they could easily access food and water while trade routes were established.

He eyed a cove to the southwest of Goldpaw, the mountains rising high in a circle around them, but then set it aside. No, that was too defended and too out of reach. Just getting the ships there would take weeks! He scrunched up his nose and looked again, then—

“What about here?” He asked, pointing to a small-looking island drawn at nearly the southern end of the world. Mr. Wright leaned over, squinting for a moment, before he nodded.

“Aye, Larboard Isle. Good eye, Yer Majesty.” He looked up to a pensive Queen Nerea. “’Tis plenty safe, and bigger than this ‘ere map would say. Plenty ‘o space to grow, an’ Sailboard Isle’s much the same if ye need the room.”

Leander, having been silently watching them up until now, made a pensive noise.

“They do seem readily accessible, though we would have to shore up the Isle’s eastern side from the Rift.”

Queen Nerea eyed him amusedly. “I do believe we are capable of a shield spell or two, Leander,” She smiled as he sputtered, cheeks going pink, before she turned her attention back to Mr. Wright. “If you truly do not mind us being so close, I believe we will take your advice.”

Mr. Wright grinned back at her, his old eyes warm as he said, “Aye, Yer Majesty. We’d be happy to have ye. If ye’d like, I could go take a look at yer ships? Be sure they’re set for the trip?”

“That would be wonderful,” Queen Nerea returned with a small bow, “thank you. I will join you shortly.”

Mr. Wright nodded, excusing himself from the room. Once the door shut behind him, Queen Nerea turned to Evan and smiled.

“Truly,” she said, “You’ve a wonderful Kingdom. I am only sorry that we cannot aid you more,” She sighed. “Even should these Isles be suitable for settling, it will be some time until Hydropolis is ready to offer anything beyond a signature on a document.”

Evan shook his head. Queen Nerea had joined Hydropolis—or at least, what was left of it—to the Union the night before, in a quietly understated ceremony. They were allies now, but even if they hadn’t been…

“That’s alright,” He said, “You don’t owe us anything. I’m just glad we were able to save your people.”

“If I may be so bold,” Leander cleared his throat, looking to Queen Nerea, “Perhaps I can be of some assistance in this matter?” When Queen Nerea tilted her head for him to continue, he adjusted his glasses. “I believe I speak for all of Hydropolis when I say we owe Evermore a debt we can never truly repay, but…” He glanced at Evan, who stared back at him with wide eyes. “If it is at all possible, I would pledge my services to you and your Kingdom, King Evan. It is the least I can do.”

Evan stared at him for a moment, then forcibly shook off his surprise.

“Oh, no—you don’t have to do that!” He said, “Truly—”

“Truly,” Leander spoke over him, startling even himself, “I do not offer my services solely out of a need to repay you, but…” He took in a deep breath and then said, “I want to. If you intend to face Doloran, you will need all the help that can be mustered. I would be glad to offer my services—that is—” He looked to a peacefully smiling Queen Nerea, “If you can spare me—”

“After the past three hundred years?” She asked with amusement shaking her tone, “I cannot blame you for needing a change of scenery. Very well. If King Evan accepts,” She looked at him, and Evan nodded. If Leander was doing this out of want and not thinking he had to repay them, then yes! They would be glad to have him. Queen Nerea smiled softly as she turned back to her friend. “I release you from your duties as Archon. Go, aid them where you can. I will care for our people in the meantime, so long as you make me a promise here and now.”

Leander pressed a hand to his heart. “Of course. Anything.”

Queen Nerea reached up, cupping Leander’s cheek in one hand. She said softly, “Try to come back in one piece. You’ve a kingdom to rule when all is said and done.”

“Nerea!” Leander sputtered.

Standing just off to Evan’s right, Roland turned a laugh into a polite cough.

“Don’t worry,” He said when they turned their attention to him. “We’ll make sure he stays in line.”

“Or at least in very good company,” Nella said with a sideways glance at Roland. He looked aside as if to say I have no idea what you’re talking about, and Evan struggled to hold back his giggles. Instead, he nodded to Queen Nerea and the slightly pink Leander. Taking a deep breath of his own, Evan pulled on his lessons of formality.

“We accept your kind offer of assistance, Archon Leander,” he said, though maybe the title didn’t fit anymore. “For the duration of your stay with us, you will be working with Roland.”

If either of the men were surprised, neither showed it. Leander smiled gently, placing a hand to his heart and bowing.

“Thank you, King Evan. It will be an honor.” He turned his head to Roland and said, “Roland, I will try not to disappoint you.”

Roland chuckled softly. “Something tells me you won’t.” Pushing away from the table, he nodded to Evan and then stepped aside. “We should get to work. Your Majesty,” He looked to Queen Nerea, “If you’d like an escort to the docks, we can—”

“Thank you,” Queen Nerea said with a knowing look in her eyes. Evan tilted his head; what was that for? “But that will not be necessary. See to your duties, both of you.” She turned once more to Evan. “King Evan, I look forward to when next we meet.”

“As do I,” he replied with a smile, “Take care, your Majesty.”

Queen Nerea’s smile lingered as she headed out of the room, Roland and Leander a couple of paces behind her. Roland pulled the door to the conference room shut, leaving Evan and Nella alone inside. Nella eyed the door with a pensive frown.

“You know,” She said, “I’m not sure I should be glad Roland will have someone keeping an eye on him from now on, or worried about the trouble those two could get into.”

Evan laughed, sitting down and leaning his arms on the table.

“I think they’ll be alright,” he said as he slumped onto his forearms, “They get along quite well already.”

“Yes, they do,” Nella said. She lay a warm hand on his back and asked, “Are you feeling well, Evan? You’re not still worn out, are you?”

Evan shook his head. “No, I’m alright.” He said, watching dust and particles swirl in a beam of sunlight. “I’m just glad to be back home.”

When Nella wordlessly pulled him into her arms a moment later, Evan leaned in and sighed contentedly.

It was good to be home.

[sacredspirit1337]

@bogleech, after I shared the ‘joys’ of the Flies from Diablo 4, I figured I should show you another race of horrific hybrids that I think you’d enjoy:

These are the Nangari, a race of ancient and elusive serpentfolk from deep within the swamps of Hawezar.

They are worshipped by a Serpent Cult composed of madmen who revere snakes as divine. In fact, the giant, aggressive snakes in the area are referred to as Nangari Serpents and Nangari Spitters.

One of the Cult’s most holy places is the Temple of the Slithering Dark within the ruined town of Yngovani.

This is the lair of the Nangari’s vile matriarch, Mohlon the Snake Queen…

…as well as at least one colossal serpent of truly awe-inspiring size, which can be glimpsed lazily winding through multiple halls of the dungeon, just out of reach. It’s so vast that its head and tail are never seen, and it seems not to take any notice of the player because of this.

On to the Nangari themselves!

This is the Nangari’s primary melee fighter, the Nangari Longfang. As you can see, as with the Yuan-Ti from Dungeons & Dragons, they are no simple Serpentfolk. Horrific abominations, their torsos are composed of the cavernous, split-open mouth of a massive viper, with a smaller head formed from raw, skinless flash sprouting where the viper’s tongue would be. They are able to use the retractable fangs sprouting from their wrists as easily as they can use the prehensile fangs sprouting from their shoulders or back limbs, as well as their inner head’s equally-venomous bite.

The Nangari’s religious leaders are the Oracles, who take more after their Queen in appearance, seeming to be a tangled mass of mutated snakes nestled into a human torso. They are cruel and devious, able to command gigantic cursed serpent’s eyes that can temporarily petrify you within a thin shell of stone. The Queen can do this too, but with several eyes at once!

[mommylilith]

DIABLO IV: MONSTERS (all) Monsters by family, with archetype and special abilities if applicable. ⚡️ = lightning 🔥 = burning ❄️ = frozen 🦠 = poison

LAST UPDATE: 7/14/23 10:00 PM EST

FAMILY: BANDIT (human) 🦸‍♂️ Marauder (melee) 🦸‍♂️ Arsonist (ranged • 🔥) 🦸‍♂️ Firebrand (bruiser) 🦸‍♂️ Scorcher (bruiser • 🔥) 🦸‍♂️ Slicer (melee) 🦸‍♂️ Outlaw (melee) 🦸‍♂️ Clifflurker (ranged) 🦸‍♂️ Bloodletter (melee) 🦸‍♂️ Blighthand (bruiser)

FAMILY: CANNIBAL (human) Flesh Ripper?

FAMILY: CULTIST (human) 🧔 Serpent Cultist (melee) 🧔 Serpent Cult Magus (ranged) 🧔 Serpent Caller (summoner) 🧔 Mother's Chosen (melee) 🧔 Mother's Disciple (ranged • 🔥) 🧔 Mother's Herald (bruiser • 🔥 • summons Fallen)

FAMILY: DEMON 😈 Oppressor (bruiser) 😈 Flesh Thrasher (swarmer) 😈 Bilefiend (ranged) 😈 Succubus (ranged) 😈 Crusher (bruiser) 😈 Infernal Sister (ranged • ⚡️) 😈 Hellion (swarmer) 😈 Fleshless Warrior (melee) 😈 Fleshless Impaler (ranged) 😈 Rot Wielder (melee) 😈 Blight Bringer (summoner) 😈 Bloodhawk (melee)

FAMILY: DROWNED 💧 Deckhand (swarmer) 💧 Wretch (ranged) 💧 First Mate (bruiser) 💧 Shambling Corpse (bruiser) 💧 Tidewalker (?) 💧 Vileblood (ranged) 💧 Marauder (melee)

FAMILY: GHOST 👻 Wrathful Phantom (ranged • ⚡️) 👻 Wraith (ranged • ⚡️) 👻 Banshee (ranged) 👻 Vengeful Spirit (ranged)

FAMILY: GOATMEN 🐐 Ice Clan Mauler (bruiser) 🐐 Ice Clan Impaler (ranged) 🐐 Ice Clan Marauder (melee) 🐐 Ice Clan Shaman (summoner) 🐐 Blood Clan Mauler (bruiser) 🐐 Blood Clan Impaler (ranged) 🐐 Blood Clan Marauder (melee) 🐐 Blood Clan Shaman (summoner) 🐐 Moon Clan Mauler (bruiser) 🐐 Moon Clan Impaler (ranged) 🐐 Moon Clan Marauder (melee)

FAMILY: FALLEN 👽 Carver (melee) 👽 Carver Lunatic (swarmer) 👽 Carver Overseer (bruiser) 👽 Carver Shaman (summoner) 👽 Fallen (melee) 👽 Fallen Shaman (summoner) 👽 Vile One (melee • ⚡️) 👽 Vile Lunatic (swarmer • ⚡️) 👽 Vile Overseer (bruiser • ⚡️) 👽 Vile Shaman (summoner • ⚡️)

FAMILY: NANGARI 🐍 Nangari Longfang (bruiser) 🐍 Nangari Oracle

FAMILY: SKELETON 🦴 Bone Wall (N/A) 🦴 Bone Warrior (melee) 🦴 Bone Warrior Archer (ranged) 🦴 Bone Warrior Captain (bruiser) 🦴 Bone Warrior Corpse Axe (bruiser) 🦴 Bone Warrior Corpse Bow (ranged) 💀 Skeleton (melee) 💀 Skeleton Archer (ranged) 💀 Skeleton Captain (bruiser) 💀 Skeleton Corpse Axe (bruiser) 💀 Burning Dead (melee • 🔥) 💀 Burning Dead Corpse Axe (bruiser • 🔥) 💀 Horror (melee) 💀 Horror Archer (ranged) 💀 Horror Captain (bruiser) 💀 Horror Corpse Axe (bruiser) 💀 Horror Corpse Bow (ranged)

FAMILY: SPIDER 🕷 Hatchling (swarmer) 🕷 Spider (melee) 🕷 Spiderhost (bruiser • summoner) 🕷 Spiderling (swarmer) 🕷 Plagued Creeper (swarmer • 🦠) 🕷 Toxic Lurker (melee • 🦠) 🕷 Arachnid Horror (bruiser • summoner)

FAMILY: VAMPIRE 🧛‍♂️ Ghoul (melee) 🧛‍♂️ Vampire Bat (swarmer • melee) 🧛‍♂️ Revenant (bruiser) 🧛‍♂️ Blood Magus (ranged • summoner)

FAMILY: WEREWOLF 🐺 Warg (melee) 🐺 Mangy Hound (melee) 🐺 Lycan Terror (bruiser) 🐺 Lycan Firewalker (bruiser • 🔥) 🐺 Storm Warg (melee) 🐺 Prowler (melee/bruiser?) 🐺 Volkodlak (melee/bruiser?) 🐺 Winter Hunter (bruiser) 🐺 Werewolf (melee)

FAMILY: WILDLIFE 🌳 Arctic Bear (bruiser) 🌳 Wildwood (bruiser) 🌳 Wood Wraith (bruiser) 🌳 Grizzly Bear (bruiser) 🌳 Thorn Beast (ranged) 🌳 Large Bat (swarmer) 🌳 Spike Fiend (ranged) 🌳 Plague Maggot (melee • 🦠) 🌳 Young Plague Maggot (melee • 🦠) 🌳 Plague Swarm (swarmer • 🦠) 🌳 Swamp Walker (melee) 🌳 Putrid Wasp (ranged) 🌳 Plains Wasp (ranged)

FAMILY: ZOMBIE 🧟 Putrid Remains 🧟 Rotting Corpsefiend (bruiser, explodes on death) 🧟 Risen Miner (swarmer) 🧟 Shambling Corpse (melee) 🧟 Bloated Corpsefiend (bruiser, explodes on death)

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