Dead Captain Castiel showed up to the debate. “Why teach the old ways. Where has preaching compassion gotten the olgog people? Once we spanned the entirety of the world. Now we are huddled in a nature preserve the humans kindly gave us. Did the church of one listen to our pleas for peace when they herded us into death camps.”
“The round pebble I would artifice with vampiric touch. Toss it into the maw of a mighty Yadol and it will slowly drain it of its health and invigorate the thrower. Give them the strength to defend their children from the vile earthers that label us animals.”
“The fang of Ontar, such a noble creature, much as it preyed on lesser creatures I would artifice it with shadow daggers and chill bolt so the wielder can reap the souls of their prey.”
Castiel picked up the kolgul skull, “Aw the kolgul, the species destined to rule this world after the earthers, kiorn, and kiou all finish waging their wars and killing us all. I would artifice the skull with chill shield, hide in shadows, and shadow walk. Let the wielder be like the kolgul and hide away.”
Castiel looked at the hammock with distain. “Rest is for the weak. I would artifice the hammock with instill nightmare. Let us honor our dead by letting them continue to help the tribe.”
He regarded the yadol hide, “Most would argue to make the yadol hide a tent, to protect us from the season of the bone caretaker. This is pathetic. Olgogs need to be strong and not rely on things to protect them where fur should. I would artifice the hide with flesh worms. Cover it in dirt and then when the pit mongrels come to take your children to their vile gods they will find a surprise when they try to enter.”
“The time for compassion is past the earthers have shown us they only understand war. After they have been dealt with we can speak of compassion once more.”
Auf Ur’sa walked up to the loud Dead, placing herself between this captain and with the visitors from Unit 817. She said, “Captain I believe you have convinced me truly and utterly to give up the ways of compassion.”
The Dead Captain looked at her in confusion, then slyly said, “Of course, after all.”
“I mean it,” she cut him off, “I really think the time for compassion is over.”
She said the words Sa’tor and a circle of glowing artifacts activated around the Dead Captain. Beams of light and healing energy transfixed him just as surely as if they had been physical spears. His great anger prevented him from crying out but the quivering of his undead flesh showed how much pain the light and healing artifacts were causing him.
“Compassion is nothing without restraint,” said Auf Ur’sa, coming closer to the Dead Captain and raising a hand burning with healing and light energy. Like a butane torch she ran her hands across his form and smoke followed and the smell of burning dessicated flesh. “That is what I was trying to teach these pups. But you are far wiser with your weapons, and your killing, and your endless cycle of death. Death has its place in the cycle of life as one animal feasts upon another and is finally feasted upon by the insects. But your true master wishes no cycle, only the killing. So which is it Dead Captain?
Is it restraint and compassion or is it warfare and death?”
She allowed him to make his own choice.
–{Unit 7756 must make a choice for Dead Captain Castiel
Two choices available
1- Demand Compassion: Auf Ur’sa will allow Captain Castiel to leave with no further harm.
2- Demand Warfare: Auf Ur’sa will grant final death to captain Castiel and Unit 7756 will gain a new Leader Unit to replace him.
Dead Captain please pick your choice from the above two and answer Auf Ur’sa. Attacking back will not occur either Castiel escapes by asking her to show restraint based on the diplomatic nature of the place OR he holds that warfare is truth and will be destroyed but will add to the storyline of Unit 7756}–