Préparez-vous ... ce monstre Mythos n'a pas été inventé par H. P. Lovecraft! Mais dans les années 1960 !!!!

Les Cthoniens sont d'immenses vers souterrains qui ressemblent à des calmars et qui vivent des milliers d'années. Bien qu'ils puissent voyager sans être vus sous la terre, un son chantant accompagne chacun d'eux, ce qui est souvent votre seul avertissement avant qu'il ne frappe ...

Sometimes, the undead are hungry...

A halfling NPC or something.

Well, they say that life is in the blood...

He's got everything backwards.

For anarchy!

Noble, kindly, and good-hearted, Silver Dragons still breathe an icy breath that will chill you to the bone.

Bien qu'ils ne soient pas les géants les plus violents, les géants de pierre préfèrent leur intimité.

The most foul of evil fairies, a swarm of flesh-eating insects given form.

Look out! There's a skeleton hiding inside your body!

Her loyal animal companion!

Préparez-vous ... ce monstre Mythos n'a pas été inventé par H. P. Lovecraft! Mais dans les années 1960 !!!!

Les Cthoniens sont d'immenses vers souterrains qui ressemblent à des calmars et qui vivent des milliers d'années. Bien qu'ils puissent voyager sans être vus sous la terre, un son chantant accompagne chacun d'eux, ce qui est souvent votre seul avertissement avant qu'il ne frappe ...

Sometimes the first sign of an orc raid is the rain of arrows.

The apex of the Yuan-Ti physical ideal.

These malevolent plant monsters lost their homeworld fo the Beholders, and now they wander and rampage around the universe!

The Glabrezu is huge, powerful, deceptive, and terrifying.

These terrible creatures exist in the spaces between reality.

She can never go home.

These creatures are the source of many rumors and stories of wicked witches.

For all those times you really need to light up a target.

I love how Dungeons & Dragons redefined the dragon for everybody everywhhere! See, now all blue dragons have rhino horns, live in the desert, and spit lightning. At least this guy does.

Please forgive the paint scuffs on his horn (maybe he just gored a blueblood!), this figure really is spectacular, especially around its craggy, craggy face.

Bien qu'ils ne soient pas les géants les plus violents, les géants de pierre préfèrent leur intimité.

Yes, you can make a new monster out of every spelling variant there is!

A priest of the Yuan-Ti religion!

This piece of the god thinks he's the real deal!

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Darkmantles generally like to hang on the ceiling, only to drop down and try to eat their prey. I think they are adorable.

The Darkmantle SEEMS like a classic D&D monster, but it only goes back to 3rd edition - that's because it's sort of a hybrid combo between the Dropper and Piercer and Cloaker monsters! In fact, this little ceiling-dropping squiddlydoo even got a movie appearance in the (not quite as bad) second D&D film, Wrath of the Dragon God.

Yes, the spiders are now going to invade your dreams.

Blowing a horn is a big part of his charm.

Duplicitous and evil fey with a hidden jackal face on the backs of their heads!

It is missing the eyes, and fire, and... well, most everything, but it's got the requisite wing-covering down pat.

till 5:30am. no joke.

Don't laugh, owls are fierce and vicious.

Warrior on a half shell.

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Well, they are sort of closer to nature.

Bliss, Dream Lord of Madness, stands atop a mound of dead bunnies.

It represents the gods of the Deep.

Two bodies, one soul.

Employee of the Month for a dragon!

Après un certain temps, vous pourriez tomber dans l'impression erronée que les ogres sont loufoques et ne doivent pas être pris au sérieux. Cette impression sera rectifiée.

"Somewhere ahead, the future is always sharp and black. That's the part she sees."

The Ravencloak Visionary from Wizards of the Coast's ill-fated and underrated game, Dreamblade.

Believe it or not, it had no special abilities.

Even Hell has its gospel. Mind you, it's the Bad News...

This monstrosity screams to call forth others of its kind.

The leader of the Lost knows not of identity.

Some spells are designed to cuisinart everything in the area.

Its very mind is poison.