*Kistrev walked through the large town, he stopped before a villager and asked "where is the nearest graveyard?" if this had been the old kingdom asking such a question would have amrked him instantly as a necromancer even to a street urchin as this, however.... here people did not know, they could not tell.... charter magic did not flow here easily, the dead did not walk..... until now.... he and others had sneaked across the wall, the great wall that had held them in.... striding in the pointed direction of the graveyard Kistrev looked up at the stars, he could feel the prescence of death here. People had died, it would make it sooo easy to walk into death, and pluck the spirits from its flowing river. Inhabit them in the bodies at the graveyard, and kill all who stood before. No, he must wait, a bigger plan was at hand... he had to stay true to his plan and not let himself run off on a tangent... the graveyard was dark, but very close to a nearby castle, from where voices could be heard... it did not worry him, for few if any people knew of a necromancery and free magic over here. Stopping in the centre of the empty graveyard Kistrev fel to a kneeling position, pushing into death his body froze over with a coating of frost, but his spirit... it was walking the flowing waters of death, to find sevants anew....*