Wild Magic

YOUR VOICE WILL BE MY VOICE.

YOU WILL SCOURGE THE PEOPLE, TURN THEM AWAY FROM THEIR SINS, BRING THEM BACK TO ME.

YOU WILL ERASE FROM THE LAND ALL THAT IS PERVERTED, ALL THAT IS BORN MONSTROUS.

I WILL TAKE THOSE POOR CRIPPLED SOULS TO MYSELF AND HOLD THEM UNTIL THEY ARE HEALED THAT THEY MAY BE BORN ANEW.

I AM NOT A CRUEL FATHER, BUT I DO WHAT I MUST FOR THE HEALTH OF MY PEOPLE.

DISCIPLINE IS NECESSARY. YOU KNOW THAT, HERO.

PAIN IS GIVEN TO MAN TO TEACH HIM THE RIGHT WAY-OTHERWISE, HOW IS HE MORE THAN ANIMAL?

Chumavayal said these things to him, reached down again and drew warm black fingers along the thorns Faharmoy had woven into a scull cap to purge himself of thoughts he should resist. THERE IS NO MORE NEED OF THIS. YOU HAVE CAST OUT YOUR DEMONS. THEY WILL ATTACK AGAIN, BUT THEY HAVE NO MORE POWER OVER YOU. YOU HAVE CAST THEM OUT AND YOU ARE WHOLE.

GO NOW AND SPEAK THE TRUTH TO MY PEOPLE, THAT I MAY BE MOVED AND TURN AWAY THEIR SUFFERING.

DEMAND THAT THEY CAST OUT THE MISSHAPEN AND MISBORN AMONG THEM. DEMAND THAT THEY SEND THE FOREIGN-

ERS AWAY, RID THEMSELVES OF THAT POLLUTION.