Walk the wilds. The creatures of the Arcanum reveal themselves in their natural element — forest, mountain, water — at the right time of day. Trace a binding rune on the air with your finger. Listen patiently, cast cleanly, and they may choose to walk beside you.
Forest
Born from the first spark that kissed the underbrush. Its tail burns eternal, yet leaves naught but warmth in its wake.
Field Notes: Seen at dusk near old growth groves. Drawn to places where the veil between life and flame is thin.
Mountain
It hunts where stone meets flame, its claws leaving embers in the air. Few escape its gaze, fewer still live to speak of it.
Field Notes: Tracks found near volcanic crags. Approach with respect — or not at all.
Forest
A stout earth-tusker that shakes the ground with every step. Patient and unbothered — until cornered.
Field Notes: Often heard before seen. Follow the trail of upturned roots and listen for the low hum beneath.
Forest
Quick as a candleflame, twice as restless. It darts between shadow and light, never settling in either.
Field Notes: Glimpsed in firefly meadows on warm nights. Bring a lantern, but no sudden motions.
Forest
Guardian of the deepest ferns, cloaked in living quills. Its slow breath is the rustle of the undergrowth.
Field Notes: Marks its territory with concentric rings of moss. Step softly — or not at all.
Mountain
Born on the high winds, carrying songs of distant lands. To hear it is to feel the pull of the next horizon.
Field Notes: Appears only when the air sings. Look up after a sudden lull, and you may catch a glimpse.
Fifty entries in the codex at launch. The wilds keep adding pages.
