Roland shook his head with energy, pacing furiously around.
"Unless you've forgotten, we're Necromancers, not thrice-damned hypnotists! Blood and Bone, Earth and Void - those are the elements which answer to our call. We cannot warp minds with our magic! I am a blood mage myself, and I cannot work any miracles - I can make a deadly disease for certain, and I may even be able to make one that can raise the dead. I cannot take control of the living, however - not on a scale grander than one peasant at a time!"
There was fire in his eyes as he spoke, but he did not stop.
"The Dark Cabal was silent, the Dark Cabal was unseen, the Dark Cabal manipulated every damn human nation this side of the world, and the Dark Cabal was wiped out. We're all that remains! We don't have the sheer manpower to recreate the old ways - we're not even enough to assign one person per kingdom to infiltrate! It would take a lifetime to restore our old numbers! I say, the last time Dark Magi tried to play as kings and grey eminences and forgot they were bloody mages, they ended up dead. Perhaps it's time we remind the world why mortals fear us! Perhaps it's time we act like the Necromancers we are!
I say, we gather our strength, and we gather undead by our sides. I say, unleash diseases upon the world of men, and we'll send abominations around their lands - things, like that monstrosity we put that, which are capable of gaining strength and not directly linked to us - and through these actions, chaos will grow. Like gangrene, it will form in the most affected parts, and then spread until the entire continent is burning! And once that's done, I say we put that strength we've been gathering to use, and we start dancing in the flames!"