First Resurrection.

Vision flowed into empty eyes, a skull turned from side to side to take in its surroundings.

"name..."

A grunt echoed out of the skull, it pondered its name before a similar reverberation rattled the insides of its skull.

Arkhan

Arkhan. Its name was Arkhan.

It looked to its hands, a tattered and rusted short sword in its right hand. Other than that, it was naked, no flesh, no muscle, no clothes, no armour, not even a trinket of a life long past. 

His eyes moved up, turning around he'd see a craven form in a black robe, no doubt the necromancer who had resurrected him, and in front of him? a group of 3 other skeletons and further in front would be a group of adventurers, one in chainmail holding a sword and shield, one wearing a set of burgundy robes wielding a staff and a third wearing a dark brown cloak holding a dagger. A warrior, a mage and a rogue.

Arkhan steadied his grip on his sword and rushed at his foes, the next thing he saw before darkness being a knife and a fireball flying at his head.