4) It's as I've feared. The Order has tracked me to this general area. Though lying low would be my best bet for survival, I can't help but feel a kind of vengeful hunger brewing within me. Revenge for destroying my research and driving me out of my home.
All of the local cemeteries are under constant surveillance, getting materials won't be an easy feat at all. It's distressing to think that what was such a mundane task before has become as difficult and tedious as when I was just a student...
As of now I have no thralls, and no way to create any good ones. Quite frankly I'm stuck. I have no idea what to do next and my progress has been brought to a screeching halt until the Order either figures I'm not here, or finds and kills me. To any fellow necromancers who know where I am PLEASE HELP ME. I'm cornered and I have no way out of here.
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