*Kistrev stood up.... the charter magic disguise back to its full strength, leaving a young feline with chocolate brown fur and a the aproximate age of 16 or 17.... the necromancer bells where gone to be replaced by normal bells of the musical kind strapped across his chest, the sword was not so easy and had stayed a sword, but had lost the deep red fires of free magic and the silver hilt.... he pulled the cloak around him and stood up walking out of the graveyard.... walking through the town he headed in the direction of the palace, he couldnt enter its grounds due to spells of warding and pretection, yet he could prepare...
Turning the corner, near to the palace wall he tripped over someone who was sitting on the ground, he was sent sprawling in front of three people, one of whom he realised was the higness.... the bells jangled in theyre clasps, the clappers set a ringing, if they had been necromantic bells, most likely he would have been hurled into death... that or any dead creatures in death would have leapt into life to feast upon a foolish necromancer... however to those he was now sprawled in fron of in the mud and coughing he looked like a regular, if muddy, young feline of around 16...