Wizards use the Will, forcing their innate magic to obey them. The Will is the weakest, but also the easiest to use and the least prone to disobedience or error.
The Wild is the magic of the druids. It obeys not your mind but your heart, and has a will of its own.
The Word is the magic of the Pilgrims. It is the strongest, but also the most difficult to use.
That is what the wizards say. But then, wizards are fools.
You are a Pilgrim. You know the truth.
Some of it, at least.
You are young yet, not long graduated from the Pilgrims’ temple-school. You know the basics of binding the World by the Word, but you know few Words as yet. More importantly, however, you know the paths to the shrines that bind the Fell back.
The Fell. The demons the Ancient Ones, in their arrogance, created as weapons to use against one another. Weapons that were all too effective... weapons that nearly destroyed all the world. Only the seals in the shrines keep the Fell quiescent. Only the Pilgrims know how to maintain the seals. The druids watch, but even though the Wild is part of the World, the druids know not the Word.
But you do. You, like all Pilgrims, keep the seals intact.
You are on the road now, headed to examine the Mirayuki Shrine. Last you heard, everything was fine there, but you have a bad feeling about today for some reason...
You hold your walking staff close to your body and are grateful that all Pilgrims are trained in basic unarmed and staff combat.
The Word