Fang heard the scream but there was little that could be done. One of the undead had slipped past his defensive boundary and had tangled skeletal fingers deep into his fur, not letting go and desperately trying to bite him. Fang had managed to snatch the hatchet from its hand and throw it at one of the attackers, but he still had three other ghouls upon him. It would be hard to handle them with one crawling all over him.

He looked toward Alwynn who was frantically reciting something. He stepped backward, his balance nearly thrown off by the ghoul that had wrapped itself around him.

This wouldn't work without full mobility.

Fang took a deep breath and threw himself against a stone wall, where he had felt the bulk of the ghoul's body on his own. The collision was painful as the ribcage splintered and Fang's own back connected to the stone with incredible force. The ghoul, most of it, fell free from his body.

Sore, Fang steadied himself as best he could and approached the remaining three ghouls, beheading two and smashing the third with heavy broadsword swings.

Fang stood, winded but generally unharmed in the chamber, the scent of burning flesh filling his nostrils. It was an uncomfortable, acrid scent that made him sick and disoriented.

He turned toward where Corea had been and saw her hunkered down behind the corpse of a soldier. Her eyes were wide in terror and pointed staring directly at Alwynn.

Fang turned his attention to the necromancer, who had begun to laugh. Fang growled in response.

"You'll make for a fine soldier, Triserian," Alwynn wailed.

As he laughed, behind him a skeletal construct emerged. The shape was roughly humanoid, but with two heads and bones arranged in disturbing ways. Multiple rotten arms fused together, entwined by muscle fibers and tattered skin to make up larger arms. Similar, as well, came the rest of the limbs and a body to connect them all.

Alwynn's laugh grew shrill and unhinged and his eyes began to bleed. It was then when Fang noticed the bones that had radiated outward from the necromancer's back. His own body had become part of the construct. Within moments Alwynn's laugh cut out into a disturbing gurgle and then piercing silence and the construct had finished itself.

Alwynn's body hung limp, as though it were a stuffed toy stitched to the torso of a giant.