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Healers as Literal Heal Bots

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"I need Healing" These are the words that Healers hear all too often depending on the tone and scenario they are said in. Could be seriously annoying and in some cases enrage a Healer just by hearing them alone. Users of White Magic meant to be used to heal those in need no matter if it is in body and/or mind. However, the Healers' Association combats the constant complaints they get on all sides both those doing the healing and getting healed. The desire for things to be improved for both good and pure intention and bad and tainted ones are being placed onto them. Thus they desired more power over healing itself to improve on it. Seeing that White Magic was not living up to what they thought it could become. Thus they go about inaction something that was originally meant so that White Magic would become something that lived up to their standards rather than those of their Goddess that governs over healing and thus all White Magic itself. Their goal to perfect healing for the good of all mortals however would work in the very short term however they were in reality their actions would resort to all users of White Magic being transformation into nothing more to automaton that only purpose is to the heal. They would become literal Heal Bots.
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