Apothecary

It's not exactly the calmest setting after a battle. The smell of burning flesh fills the air as the tiefling consumed in fire destroys the bodies of men to stop their possible demonic possession. Alexa looks on in horror, the world quickly devolving from the one she used to find ease in calculating. When you know the rules you can see how the dominos will fall, and make sure you knock down the right one. Now she can't even see the domino arrangement. The Doctor watches Syn destroy the body, seeming to see his test subject acting how he predicted she would, how she was designed. It's enough to make Alexa turn away, find something different to focus on. Captios stands in front of a table. Investigating. That's something she knows. Walking over she examines runes carved deep in the table, glowing with a charge as if ready to act. Resurrection. But would it still even work? The thoughts of the rules being unknown puts her mind on a fog, she needs something else to focus on. "Was that conversation with the Doctor how you really feel? Cut off the world from the current powers and redistribute?" Alexa says to the wizard, trying to keep her voice low enough as to not get the Doctors attention.
Captios looks up from examining the table in front of him. The exact pattern of runes he's seen before in a book that he read in the academy. The pattern matching becomes boring after all these years. It's easy to investigate a resurrection table when you have seen this exact make and model in a book before.
The world is finally in a place where the pattern isn't so obvious. History isn't about to repeat itself. Finally something exciting. Alexa's words make their way to Captios where they sit in his mind for a few seconds. Glancing back at her, he messages her silently. "I'm not sure. I'm leaning towards yes. Because I can't come up with a better answer as to the chaos in this world. The celestials and Elo are right I supposed. The world is broken. But it's not us mortals that have broken it. The Doctor talks of the third age, but at the end of the day, the immortal beings have never stopped meddling in our world. They bend us to their wills, have us do their dirty work in secret, and now seek to punish us for what they have caused. Each has his or her own agenda that don't align with the good of the world, which is how we ended up here in the first place. What if those in power had a singular agenda that was the wellbeing of the mortals on Arhor'ha?"
Alexa listens to the message, processing each word. She looks to Captios, keeping her voice low, but not messaging, "And what happens to the mortals that get power from these beings? The dragonborns, warlocks, and mortals praising a being? By cutting off their source of power you are leaving thousands helpless and without a choice, all in the hopes that you'll give mortals power with a singular agenda? The sort of power you talk about isn't meant for mortals, that power corrupts, no matter how many checks and balances you think you set up, it just takes one broken link to destroy the world."
"So what's the alternative? We fall at the feet of the immortals, hoping that they will pardon us for the sins that they forced on us? We could try to convince some of the celestials to join us and the immortal dragons to fight Elo, but is that how you want us to save this world? By relying on the very beings who could change their mind at any moment?"
"The sort of power you talk about isn't meant for mortals Is that something you were taught or a thought you formed on your own? Paulo was a mortal at some point, and you never seemed to have a problem with him having that power once he had ascended. The power is meant for no one and all of us at the same time. No single being should hold such power in their hands and the power should be distributed in such a way to create checks on those who wield more power than others. That's my thesis Alexa. I ask again, what's the alternative where we aren't crossing our fingers and hoping we don't die?"
"And what makes you think that giving different people power won't lead us to crossing our fingers and hoping we don't die? We fight, we prove ourselves. We don't detach ourselves from everything because you and the Doctor think it would be an interesting experiment. Yes, Paulo had this power, and guess what? We're still screwed. Haven't you been obsessed about 'the twelve'? Are they not precisely what you're proposing? But they already exist! And can you really guarantee that in all your infinite wisdom that people like Jacob Whyte won't get power? I'm not here to create a new regime or feign the thought that I could decide who gets power and who doesn't. It seems however that you are, that your ego thinks you great enough to steal the power from thousands of people to give higher power to a few with 'checks and balances'. I'm not saying that my idea of just fighting the celestials to stop them from killing us is great, but it allows everyone a chance to fight."
Captios counts his retorts out, emphasizing each number. "One. In your mind, who are we fighting and who are we proving ourselves to? You think that the Celestials will look at us fighting and say “You guys are trying, A for effort, we’ll stop from decimating you all?” Two. Paulo had power and was able to stop both the Celestials and Elo, but couldn’t sustain it because he had no help. Not a great response I know, but it doesn't change the fact that you didn't seem to have an issue with him having the power of the gods. And it seems the only reason you have a problem with it now was because he died. Three. Recreating the 12 is not what I am suggesting at all. The celestials exist as physical manifestations of qualities of life. They have no loyalty to us, just to the attributes they reflect. I want everyone to have a stake in their own world. Four. If you could clarify what thousands of people I am stealing power from, that would be great. And who I am giving it to. I am proposing stealing power from a few thousand to redistribute it to the masses. And then the people decide if you are worthy of the greater power, not some celestial with a hidden agenda that you don’t know anything about. Five. This fight is for everyone, not just a few. For everyone with the assistance of everyone. Your plan is the same as mine, just with different outcomes. Your goal, well I'm not sure what your goal is outside of pleading and buttering up a few powerful celestials to try to convince them to side with us. It might work, it might not." He shrugs. "But I'm sick of this notion that we can continue to work within the existing system. It's not working, it never has worked. You've think big Alexa and that's great. You've taught me endless lessons in seeing the bigger picture. But right now, history needs you to think bigger. ---- He suddenly turns to Alexa, and his eyes narrow. He silently messages her. A useful cantrip these days. "Six. I would never, ever, ever let someone like Jacob have the power. And I would never side with him in this battle."
He turns back to the table and gazes hard at the runes that he has already deciphered. "It seems what you are most scared of is losing your own power if my plan works? That maybe you will have to convince people that you are worthy of the power the raven queen gave you? Don't worry about that, you'll always have my vote." He smiles now in a weirdly sad way. "Or that this plan might fail? Well all the plans we've come up with are long shots. I'm just saying, I'd rather fight knowing it was for something more permanent."