If life hands you lemons, make lemonade.
If life puts you in charge of defending a gold mining operation and you are only a mage....well
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A thin, dainty old woman with a love of both gardening and the physical suffering of others.
Burninating the countryside,
Burninating the peasants
Burninating all the peoples
And their thatched-roof COTTAGES!
"I wish ‘ere were some way a bloke could pick up business in dis dreary ol town…Oh wait!
A shape-shifter of some sort has taken up a post at the War College of an enemy realm, where he secretly picks off only the most promising officer cadets, arranging bizarre accidents that gradually debase the leadership of the hostile army. In the long run, this will improve his nation's chances when the inevitable conflict comes.
As a shape-shifter he can impersonate superiors and peers alike and send the target candidate to the cleverly-prepared site of his (or her?) execution. As long as he is successful, no-one will ever know about the deception--even necromancy will only implicate the one impersonated...