2) Because he acted by stealth and never left anything to oppose save for his escape plan, which didn't actually work. Putting the senior council in a box is not an easy trick to pull; he shouldn't have been able to set that up so quickly or left something sitting around for such a long time without someone else noticing.1)The Crown said nothing about explosives, magical or otherwise. I quote:
Tremors speak to seismic activity.
Which I would assume in this instance to be spells, or rituals, or spirits.
Not hundreds of tons of explosives.
You are making an assumption about explosives that doesnt appear to be borne out by the evidence we are seeing.
2) Why? He has quite literally been in the confidence of the highest levels for at least a decade,
He canonically had a Senior Council member murdered in their own rooms in Council HQ and got away clean.
He walked into Council HQ with an Outsider inside a bottle.
McCoy literally just told us that he almost got trapped this way, outside, where he was on his guard.
Nobody expects that kinda shit in their own home.
Noone's on guard in their own safe space.
3)As the citation I provided showed from Summer Knight, it was/is customary for the Council to rely on other wizards to seal large numbers of wizards in to meetings to prevent supernatural intrusion.It might literally be as simple as a party of mind-controlled Wardens slapping an additional pre-made ward prepared by someone else on top of that.
We know they are possible to make in both World of Darkness and Dresden Files; hell, we see Harry make one for Molly to protect herself in Turn Coat, and three Senior Council wizards couldnt deactivate it quickly or safely because it was fail-deadly, and could have blown up a hilltop if fucked with.
I dont know, just speculating.
4) The entire Senior Council was canonically locked out of the NeverNever for almost a day by enemy magic.
It was literally a major plot point in Dead Beat
That level of power has been previously demonstrated as a planned event, so it would not be surprising to see it here.Luccio frowned, then glanced across the table at Ramirez.
"Three days ago, Zulu time," Ramirez provided quietly.
"I've not slept," Luccio said. "Between that and all the travel, I lose track." She took another drink of ale and said, "The attack was vicious.They were coming for the Senior Council, and their sorcerers managed to cut us off from escaping into the Nevernever for nearly a day. We lost thirty-eight Wardens that day, in fighting all over Sicily."
I sat there for a moment, stunned. Thirty-eight. Stars and stones, there were only about two hundred Wardens on the Council. Not every wizard had the kind of talent that made them dangerous in a face-to-face confrontation. Most of those who did were Wardens. In a single day, the Red Court had killed nearly 20 percent of our fighting force.
"They paid for it," Morgan rumbled quietly. "But… they seemed almost mad to die in order to kill us. Driven. I saw four different death curses unleashed that day. I saw vampires climb over mounds of their own dead without so much as slowing down. We must have taken twenty of their warriors for every loss of our own." He closed his eyes and his sour face was suddenly masked with very real and very human grief. "They kept coming."
"We had many wounded," Luccio said. "So many wounded. As soon as the Senior Council was able to open the ways into the Nevernever, we retreated to the paths through Faerie. And we were pursued."
I sat up straight. "What?"
Morgan nodded. "The Red Court followed us into the territory of the Sidhe," he said.
"They had to know," I said quietly. "They had to know that by pressing the attack in Faerie itself they would anger the Sidhe. They've just declared war on Summer and Winter alike."
"Yes," Morgan said in a flat voice. "But it didn't stop them. They attacked us as we retreated. And…" He glanced at Luccio as if in appeal.
She gave him a firm look and said to me, "They had called demons to assist them." She inhaled slowly. "Not simply beasts from the Nevernever. They had gone to the Netherworld. They had called Outsiders."
I took a longer drink of Mac's ale. Outsiders. Demons were bad enough, but they were at least something I was fairly familiar with. The reaches of the Nevernever, the world of spirit and magic that surrounds the mortal world, are filled with all kinds of beings. Most of them really don't give a damn about mortal affairs, and we are nothing but a remote and unimportant curiosity to them. When beings of the spirit world are interested in mortal business, it's for a good reason. The ones who like to eat us, hurt us, or generally terrify us are what wizards commonly refer to as demons, as a general term. They're bad enough.
Outsiders, though, were so rarely spoken of that they were all but a rumor. I wasn't really clear on all of the details, but the Outsiders had been the servants and foot soldiers of the Old Ones, an ancient race of demons or gods who had once ruled the mortal world, but who had apparently been cast out and locked away from our reality.
There was a specific Law of Magic against contacting them-Thou Shalt Not Open the Outer Gates. No one wanted to be the one suddenly suspected of opening ways for the Outsiders to enter the mortal world. The Wardens absolutely did not play around with violations of the Laws of Magic. Their entire purpose in life was to protect the Council-first from violators of the seven Laws, and then from everyone else.
I eyed the folded grey cloak on the table in front of me.
"I thought only mortal magic could call up Outsiders," I said quietly.
Luccio said quietly, "You are correct."
My stomach lurched a little. Someone had told the Red Court where to find the Council. Someone had blocked off their escape route to the Nevernever so strongly that the most powerful wizards on the planet had required a full day to open them again. And someone had begun calling up Outsiders in numbers, sending them to attack the White Council.
The Council is not what it was, Cowl had said. It has rotted from the inside. It will fall. Soon.
"The Wardens fell back to fight a holding action against the Red Court so that our wounded could escape to safety," Luccio reported, her crisp voice at odds with her weary eyes. "That was when they loosed the Outsiders upon us. We lost another twenty-three Wardens in the first moments of combat, and many more were wounded." There was silence while she took a long pull from her bottle, emptying it, then setting it down sharply on the table, anger flickering in her eyes. "If Senior Council members McCoy and Liberty had not come to our aid, we might have all died there. Even with them, we managed to hold them only long enough for the Gatekeeper and the Merlin to raise a ward behind us, to give us time to escape."
"A ward?" I blurted. "Are you telling me that they stonewalled an entire army of vampires and demons? With one ward?"
"You don't get to be Merlin of the White Council by collecting bottle caps," Ramirez said, his voice dry.
I glanced aside at Ramirez. He grinned at me and swigged beer.
IMO.
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Do remember that Peabody here is essentially the field director for the archmage-turned-Outsider called Ashraaaf.
He's not acting alone or without support.
Hitting people alone is one thing, together is quite another. In any case it's worth noting that he failed to contain McCoy and trying required expending two of the very few conspirators aware of what's happening.
3) Those sort of wards don't work like that and wouldn't be necessary in the Hidden Halls. You either raise a circle against magic or against physical forces, if you want both that means a fancier array with fancier components. Even then the people inside have a say. Constructing a trap which provides enough leverage to overcome the senior council would be exceedingly obvious and suspicious.
Recall that the grey council has existed for a few years at this point. They don't know who's undermining the council, but they know it's at least one highly placed member. Peabody got by on being an innocuous background clerk bothering people about paperwork nobody with any power really wanted to do. If he started carving runes into the walls it'd raise flags.
4) That was the active full court press of a major power keeping them out of neutral territory. Peabody is alone. For him to do this it's require the work to largely already be completed, and missing that in their own territory is profoundly incompetent.