Old men whisper of the Dogmen, accursed shades born of sin and shadow. When the sun dies, the Dogman casts offits mortal raiment and rises from the pool of flesh, upright and cruel, a mockery of man.

Their eyes glow with ancient wrath, and the earth shudders beneath their passing. Restless and without mercy, theyroam not for sustenance but for rage that festers like a wound upon the world. Travelers hear their name borne uponthe wind, and feel the weight of unseen feet upon their backs. Some are claimed by the road, others by the grave,and the spared few by fear and terror that chills the marrow.

Bound by ancient curse, they tread the lands where light dares not abide. By fire and prayer men try to keep themaway, yet still they come. And when the night grows over-still, the Dogmen are already upon the earth.

Other figures shown not included (sold separately)

Contents

• Dogman figure
• Pair of neutral hands
• 2 Claw hands