Role

Chapter 5

I write now looking out over the Valley of Veran. I discovered the ruins not so
long ago but already they seem to have opened up many secrets. The magisters there
studied something along the lines of my own work, the transformation of ones body
into something else. Unlike me, they used a perminant technique involving magical
radiation. Most unsafe. All the safe, their spells are fascinating and may be
the basis for part of my own guilds magic. Chaos has recently shown itself in the
form of a demonic Imp that terrorised Galadon for a short time. I've not seen
it myself but I fear the lost equation may have something to do with it all.
The so-called 'Anarchist movement' appears to be on the rise. The unbalancing I feared
may have been going on behind our backs has come. As always, our joint efforts
with the Empire for order have produced a reaction in the form of this uprising.
I believe we can hold them at bay but eventually their strength will grow
to equal ours. The Stones seem to be trembling within, as if their spirits are troubled
beyond mortal recognition. I am shamed to say I don't commune with them as often
as I should anymore but I find it hard to slow myself to their thoughts when the
world about me moves so quickly. Perhaps, there is something in discovering this
older form of magical transmogrification and the uprising I can put together.
Of course, they seem unconnected but the work of one who once wished to be a Seeker
of Balance can always find a way to sway power quietly.

Though I am finding my time on duty less and less, my pondering has not withered too
far. Agarah's research should be important to us all. The Chaotic risings within
the masses will be sudden and sharp. I wish to write my love for the stone Spire
is so deep it outweighs my love for the balance now. I can only hope the Ancient
Stones can forgive me...