Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20171204071002/@comment-25073873-20180105153916

Illya knew that a ship was hardly a secure place for conversation, and a portal opened above her hand, as she took out what looked like a small golden pyramid. Placing it down on the table and activating it, a magic field formed around Leon and Illya, in a small dome, preventing sound from escaping and nullifying eavesdropping.

"You see, as far as I observed, none of your father's battlemages use staves. I have not seen a single staff user as far as I know, due to the limitations of a staff casting only the magic that is under its related school, compared to a bare hand that can cast any spell. So he cannot be using the staves to arm his own men" said Illya, looking straight at Leon to make sure he was listening.

"In this case, your father is either arming a local militia to do his dirty work, or using it to arm footsoldiers that lack proper magical prowess. The fact the staves can self destruct explosively probably means it is a clean up tool or a suicide weapon to be used at the behest of a general."

Illya sighed as she ran her hand through a lock of hair that was before her shoulder, continuing "if this is the case, he is defintiely planning some form of punitive action in Hammerfell, perhaps to annex provinces. I don't see that as a smart move, since it would divert Hammerfell's attention from the Thalmor. It cannot be as simple as he is arming insurgents for fighting elves."