The necromancer raised his robed arms, gnarled hands pointing towards the void between stars. Purple light snaked from his mouth with evil incantations. The purple light encircled headstones. Earth acquiesced to rising dead. Dusty moans and bony chattering marched towards the stronghold.

Bony soldiers advanced, bones creaking, arrows loosed from the walls of the stronghold. The shafts passed through ribs or glanced off hardened skulls. By magic, they climbed the walls. Boiling oil was poured, covering the skeletons. The bones were turned black and the old joints ceased creaking. They sealed their doom by unwittingly creating black, silent ninja skeletons.