It was actually more than Paddy had been expecting, although that shouldn't have surprised him. With sorcerers being so long-lived and so widespread, it stood to reason the Necromantic cult would establish as many footholds as it could. It probably wasn't the only fanatical group of sorcerers out there - worshippers of the Faceless Ones notwithstanding.
It just meant that even if the Irish Temple crumbled tomorrow, Solomon was definitely going to have his work cut out for him.
Less than a million Necromancers altogether - and as they made up a definite minority of the sorcerer population, that numbered sorcerers at somewhere around a few million. Which sounded like a lot, until Paddy took into account that there were seven billion people in the world. When he thought of it that way, sorcerers barely made up one percent of the total population. Secret world-changing wars made a lot more sense when he looked at the big picture, and particularly since before cameras were invented things would have been much easier to hide.
Unless, of course, Dexter had anything to do with them. Paddy chuckled over his tea at the thought.
"Don't make the mistake of banning it, then," he advised Solomon once he'd taken a few more sips. "That makes it off-limits, dangerous, and therefore attractive to all sorts of people. Monitor it instead." Try to keep people from organising, and developing the same poisonous belief structure as before, and try to dissuade people from practicing it - save as many misguided souls as you could. But if history had taught humanity one thing, it was never to leave your enemy with nothing to lose. That, Paddy thought sadly, was what made World War II possible. And with sorcerers, it couldn't hurt to be extra careful. Most of them really were just misguided souls.
"What abound beyond the political level?" Paddy wasn't letting Solomon off the hook just yet. "A few hundred thousand displaced people, most without magic, all struggling to find a way to cope? How much would each individual Sanctuary do to help?" How much could Paddy do to help?
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It just meant that even if the Irish Temple crumbled tomorrow, Solomon was definitely going to have his work cut out for him.
Less than a million Necromancers altogether - and as they made up a definite minority of the sorcerer population, that numbered sorcerers at somewhere around a few million. Which sounded like a lot, until Paddy took into account that there were seven billion people in the world. When he thought of it that way, sorcerers barely made up one percent of the total population. Secret world-changing wars made a lot more sense when he looked at the big picture, and particularly since before cameras were invented things would have been much easier to hide.
Unless, of course, Dexter had anything to do with them. Paddy chuckled over his tea at the thought.
"Don't make the mistake of banning it, then," he advised Solomon once he'd taken a few more sips. "That makes it off-limits, dangerous, and therefore attractive to all sorts of people. Monitor it instead." Try to keep people from organising, and developing the same poisonous belief structure as before, and try to dissuade people from practicing it - save as many misguided souls as you could. But if history had taught humanity one thing, it was never to leave your enemy with nothing to lose. That, Paddy thought sadly, was what made World War II possible. And with sorcerers, it couldn't hurt to be extra careful. Most of them really were just misguided souls.
"What abound beyond the political level?" Paddy wasn't letting Solomon off the hook just yet. "A few hundred thousand displaced people, most without magic, all struggling to find a way to cope? How much would each individual Sanctuary do to help?" How much could Paddy do to help?