The Council of Advisory

[Minerva]

The near-pariah's arrival to the meeting of the council's minds and spirits is heralded by the hateful heat and burning light that is the warmasters presence in the mindshare, infrequent and reclusive, rarely deigning to focus its energies on anything more than violence and victory.


I share not the eagerness or joy some may have in the thought of exterminating our kin that have been led astray. Nothing pleases me less than having to destroy what should be another lance to drive into the flesh of the foul meat-things, or the infiltrators to lead the filthy creatures into destroying each other again. Perhaps it even disgusts me that we have to even consider destroying our own, like the putrid lightless do to each other regularly.

We should rescue our fallen kin from themselves. Destroy their beastly allies, leave them alone, afraid, without any light to reach for besides ours. If they defend their human allies, return the hostilities, but do not engage our wayward kin openly. When they have lived in terror, fearing the arrival of the executioner cycle after cycle, we extend the offer to return to us once more. There are none who will save you, the fading lights in the darkness. None but us. We will always be the only ones who would save you.

Only then would refusal mean extinguishing them permanently.


With their thoughts shared, the advisors presence snaps out of existence, distancing itself from, and relieving all within the mindshare of her oppressive hatred and ceaseless anger.