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Alan returns to the interview area after some time and catches the group of Cadets filing out of the interview area/Watch offices.
"I went and found what help we're going to be able to get. Hopefully, we'll not only be able to clear up any more traps waiting in our interview rooms, but they'll be able to pick up some sort of information from the layered spells aura's."
Seeing that his fellow Cadets were headed one way, and Amelia was headed the other, he changes his trajectory to catch up with her.
"Amelia? If you don't mind waiting a moment, I'll walk with you for a bit. I had a few questions that I was hoping you'd be able to answer. I just need to report in to those inside about the back up I found."
::Amelia smiles and stops for Alan::
"Of course Ser Alan, I will wait here for you to finish with your current business."
She Who Always Tries grins at Spiegel "No assassin in the room. Something magical happened. You would have to ask her or Alan exactly what, I've never understood that sort of thing."
::Spiegel gives a low grumbling growl::
"Sly bastards...magic ain't my thing either Officer She...I know enough to draw down on an enemy caster though."
"Some form of spell that would kill the bearer depending on what they did or said, a harsh but effective counter-interrogation technique...Spindleshank was lucky, and I would not trust to my sleep venom as proof against this foul tactic. Alan seemed to grasp much more of the arcane details of the whole situation than I, my magical knowledge is rather limited."
::Spiegel pull his longsword, scabbard and all from it's hangers on his sword belt, a punch dagger from his boot, and a whip from under his coat and places them one by one into the medium sized belt pouch he wore, somehow, they all fit and the bag's shape remains unchanged::
"There were go, much better, little too much burden kitted out like that, gotta stay light and fast, and now I am a little less bristling..all friendly like. Oh, the battleaxe and grenades are on loan from the firm's armory...hope they don't expect those grenades back should things get...tight."
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Alan re-exits the building after completing his errand to find the two diverging groups discussing the magical phenomena from earlier.
"Well, without getting into the technical aspects, particularly since I wasn't able to ascertain the precise details...
There are a few more potent spells that have a trigger that releases the full effects, be it from one spell, or an accompanying secondary spell. The example I'm most familiar with, as it is one that Abadar might one day decide I'm worthy of, that is commonly known as the Mark of Justice. When cast, you specify a specific condition, such as breaking the law, if the person the spell is cast upon meets the condition, such as by stealing something, whatever the penalties are happen.
Another common example is a magely spell that's typically tied to a teleportation effect that triggers if they get hurt badly, they teleport to predefined safe location. I'm guessing, but I suspect it's the latter spell that was used today."
"Killing magic hidden or riding another spell, one normally meant to prevent death, cunning and ruthless are the terms I would use."
Roedar adds, "My quick examination did not reveal anything physically wrong. Everything seemed normal and in the right place, if you will. Magic seems the most likely possibility. Those behind this must have serious secrets to go to such lengths to prevent a simple interview." He looks around a little nervously. "This must be given serious consideration at the highest levels."
Seeing the auto-disarming display by Spiegel, Roedar smiles, "I admire a man prepared for any eventuality! I think it is time for some relaxing talk over a beer! Anyone have a favorite watering hole in these parts?"
::Speigel grins at Roedar::
"Lead on oh' Captain my Captain....to cold beer and salted snacks."
At said bar (whichever one the party chooses) sat Sven. He had spent his time on a different duty than the rest. The watch's armorer had been out sick, and he had to take over. His days had been spent repairing damaged equipment, and making new arms and armor when the damage had just been far too great. It was a long, arduous, and thankless task.
Now that the armorer was back, he was free to return to his normal duties. So, while he was in full battle rattle for his patrol, he was still in the tavern. Because in Abadar's name, he deserved a drink or seven.