Dogmen
You will smell them before you see them. The stench of wet fur wafting towards you through the tunnels of the dungeon. Next you will hear them, barking, panting, howling, sharp nails scrabbling against the cobblestones. Finally you will see them, clad in their rags and their scraps of armor, wielding rusted knives and spiked clubs. And then they will try to kill you. As with many tales of monsters, this one begins with a wizard. This particular wizard desired an army of slaves, ones who would fear him and love him in equal measure, who would not be swayed by the promises and bribes of his enemies, but who could think and reason for themselves. The stiff, puppet-like forms of automata or the undead would not do for his purposes, for they had no minds, and the wizard did not desire the brainless obedience of machines. And so he began to gather forth dogs. From all across the land he paid for dogs of all kinds. Lapdogs, watchdogs, sheepdogs, bloodhounds, sled dogs, dogs of all s...