CLOSED | Doctor, won't you tell me, am I going insane?

[keenly]

WHO: Julius, Inessa, Anders, and Colin
WHAT: They all got two things in common: where they come from, and a weird-ass enchantment with no explanation.
WHEN: Wintermarch 22, morning
WHERE: The Gallows, an empty room.
NOTES: Will update.

The room's drapes are pulled back, letting in the early morning light. On a table is a plate with a pile of warm, fresh donuts Colin just pulled out of the fryer and bathed in cinnamon sugar. A steaming pot of coffee is there with four mugs. But first, Colin leans in with a plate of small vials filled with an herbal concoction.

"Elfroot and willowbark to start, Ser?" He offers the traditional headache remedy like a polite servant offering champagne.

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[keenly]

The description of magic shorting out like that makes Colin's breath catch. He casts so seldom that he hasn't experienced that particular symptom, and he's glad for it. But this, all of these symptoms are things he knows how to cause. He runs a hand down his face.

"So, spirit magic. And a touch of entropy. We know the names of these spells. And phylacteries are how you would cast them on someone from a distance. It's blood magic. Technically. Could we experiment with anti-magic spells of our own?"

[circleprodigy]

"I've mainly experienced weakness and disorientation; the other symptoms are a much rarer thing for me. Why, I don't know." Inessa frowns, caught between feeling grateful for that and so very tired of...well, being tired. "Ciri and Kain are aware of my symptoms, and if either went with us, it would still be seen as a Warden affair."

She tilts her head at Colin, nodding thoughtfully as she's thought along similar lines. Spirit and entropy magic makes all too much sense to her. "I know Dispel, though not the other anti-magic spells. If it can be of use, I'll do my best." Anything to help bring this increasingly debilitating time to a close.

[justice_is_blond]

"So that gives us two avenues to pursue. Finding something to counter what's going on, and finding out where the phylacteries are." He always feels better when there's something to be done.

"I've never put much thought into anti-magic spells, but it sounds like we may have a private class to start," he says with a grim sort of smile. "I'll start digging through any Chantry or Circle records about phylacteries I can find here; no one will be surprised I'm doing that. Would one of you mind gathering up what anti-magic spellbooks they can find and leading those of us who want to learn in learning them? Julius, you're the known teacher, you might rouse the least suspicion there."

Whereas Colin might rouse the most, and he probably wouldn't welcome that much scrutiny.

"I think we need to be prepared for this to continue until we reach the end of this path. The episodes have been more frequent as time has gone by, and more severe. There may come a point in time where we each want to make sure we've someone trusted nearby at most times in case of falling or lasting confusion." Or lasting vulnerability with no magic.

[overharrowed]

"I'm in the library all the time anyway, I'll see what we have here," he agrees, quietly. "But I agree that it doesn't seem likely to resolve itself. It's going to be hard to hide it indefinitely if we don't get any sense of what sets off an incident, though it seems it's still fairly infrequent for now."

Julius pauses, and it seems like he might leave it there, but then he adds, "We may need to be prepared for accusations if it seems like we're sneaking about. Considering the current state of the Inquisition in Kirkwall." Templars and rifters are ill and mages are doing covert things? He can imagine how that might look.

[keenly]

"And in the meantime, avoid open windows and breakable things. I mean I've always been good at anti-magic shite, but I'm not certain I can cast it on myself mid-fall." Colin tosses back his portion of headache cure and sits back, waiting placidly for it to kick in. His head drops back, he stares at the ceiling while he gathers his thoughts.

"Why would anyone do this?" he asks quietly. "To just...regular people not hurting anyone, trying to go about their lives?"

[circleprodigy]

Garahel looks up and grunts in agreement with Anders, prompting Inessa to stroke his head. "I agree. Keeping company at hand or at least close by and being aware of our surroundings -adjusting them, if possible- could prove vital, given how this seems likely to escalate. We won't be able to hide it forever, but with so much attention on the rifters and templars, the Inquisition at large should be sufficiently distracted for the time being."

That's all they can do, really, take this moment by moment. She glances over at Colin, sympathetic. "Our enemies must have eyes and ears in the city. I could see them learning that the Inquisition is already weakened and taking that further. They could have had them for a while, just waiting for the right moment." The thought has her shuddering a little, unnerved even further.

[justice_is_blond]

"It likely isn't much comfort, but I doubt they know whose phylacteries they have." He'll address the most pressing concerns first. "I think they know they have active ones and that's all. I'm not... While it's not a fact I'm pleased with or proud of, I think there would be a bidding war if they knew they had mine. I think they're hurting indiscriminantly, bullies who made a lucky find of the phylactery stash."

His location and the ability to hurt him would both go for a high price.

"As far as being accused of sneaking about, that's a fairly regular occurrence for me. I can take it. Especially for the sake of snapping this leash for good. Not to mention it will be deserved, because I can't see a reason to leave someone doing this alive."

[overharrowed]

"Anders makes a decent point. Beyond the interest in his, particularly, other than our pasts at Kinloch and proximity to the Inquisition now... I can't think of anyone with a single motive to hit all four of us that wouldn't apply to any four mages at random. Inessa may have the right of it."

He exhales. "Either way. It seems like next steps are clear, for now. And we can watch out for one another, as much as we're able, in the meantime."