Role

Chapter 9

I am middle aged now, as humans reckon it. I'm a bit weaker, much less hearty,
but hopefully a little bit wiser. But what is most important is I've had many years now
to think and see how mages act, how magic affects the world and most
important the things that work and the things that don't when it comes to
stopping more like me from being stolen from the Fields.
The result is a few things. Magic, in all its forms, is bad. It's just not
within mortal grasp for safe use. As a result, mages are in some respect like
children. They play with fire, and me and my fellow battleragers are the parents
who must scold them, to teach them the lesson. But unlike fire, which can eventually
be controlled as an adult, magic can never be controlled. Thus the need for violence.
As a result, I don't think I can ever take the life of a goodly mage. They are children
and while I won't stop my brothers or sisters from taking goodly mage lives, I can't
bring myself to do so, as they do not understand.

Except conjurers.

I have watched them for years. Spoken to them for decades. And unlike all the other
mage guilds, conjurers specifically have proof - me - of the evil of their magic, of the
terrible consequences of their spells.
I will continue to try and use words to conviunce them, but I am coming
to a point, I think, where in the very specific situation of just conjurers, I
will need to use violence so they learn to stop what they do.
I am not there yet. But for decades now it has been building as I watch them just
blindly keep doing what they do, endangering more and more of my kind, and of course
continuing to make slaves of goodly angels and archons, souls ripped from their planes like me.
I will need to expend time and effort after to explain to such a mage why I
did what I did, and probably cry while doing it. But I'm beginning to think there
really is no other way to stop this evil. And it is evil, there is no doubt.