Bones of the marching skeletons were loudly creaking, beside them were three men wearing unusual green robes, they were all moving toward a town. At the town were men and women wearing normal civilsed clothes but when they saw what was coming the men started sprinting to the danger ahead. Their clothes started to rip, dark, gray, thick, fur began growing madly on their skin and started running on all fours, now in the shape of a wolf. The skeletons stopped and stood there anchored into the floor like a tree, the wolves crashed into the skeletons sending bones and skulls everywhere, the men in robes looked at the bones and mumbled something. The bones then started to attract to eachother reforming their original skeleton, the bald green robed men were necromancers. The skeletons tore off their left arm with the other swinging them wildly at the wolves, knowing that they were overpowered the wolves let out a final how at the silver moon.
