Selim's face drains of color as he turns to Fleur, "Umm, there are a couple of ghosts here...and they don't look happy." As the words begin to form on the wall he raises his voice, "Can anyone else see this!? There's some writing appearing on the wall in blood, but I can't read it."
[color=red]"Thank you," Vibria says with what's supposed to be a charming smile (although, on her draconic façade, it looks more like a teeth-baring snarl).
[color=red]"I haven't made it to the chapter house yet. Isn't it on Sa Dragonera? Or is it Malorca? Or are they the same place? I was never quite clear on that. I've looked at the map and went over the charter, but geography was never my strong suit.
"Is it true what they said, that the area has almost more vis than we know what to do with?"
I can.
Having dispelled her illusion off screen, Arachné stands, leaning on her staff, the ruby at the top glowing slighlty.
These look like unbound ghosts, endlessly repeating some dreadful event. Be careful, though. Spirits can be wild and dangerous at times.
Selim glances at her sidelong as he keeps his distance; she was even creepier than most other magi. "Should we do something? I mean, they look like they need help."
Pere leaves his goblet behind and joins them. And dare we ask you to tell us what is written in blood? I'm afraid I can't see it.
Her gaze intent on the spirits, Arachné replies
I don't think so. Not for the moment, at least.
Even if we could actually do something, we don't know what their reaction could be if we tampered with them, and it's probably far from the first time they've done this, anyway. Better watch them, and try to learn everything we can, at least from now.
She sighs
Yet, I am old, and may miss some of youth's most petulant qualities. If you want to interfere, by all means, please, do. I shall try to protect you from any backlash that may ensue.
Selim glances at Pere, and then back at the creepy maga, "Right, well what do the words say? Are they gibberish, or do they mean something?"
Fleur chimes in, "If you don't mind, I would like to know what the creepy writing in blood on my sanctum walls says."
Vibria tears her eyes away from Acutus as it sinks in what the others are talking about and she moves over to join them. She looks at where those who see the ghosts and the writing on the wall are indicating, but even with her sharp eyes and keen ears, she remains oblivious as to what she's missing.
Arachné laughs softly
Right to the point. Selim, isn't it?
Well, you're right on both accounts. It looks like blood, and says "The contract be fulfilled, on Hallowstide when the bells toll, the life will be forfeit, and the spirit bound."
So, sure, it means something, but this doesn't help us in any way
What are the ghosts doing now? Is something happening?
Acutus follows Vibria over to the others and catches Arachné's words, "Well that certainly sounds ominous. It sounds like there is an expectation of a sacrifice of some sort in order to bind a spirit. Fleur, do you know anything about this contract of which they speak?"
Fleur shakes her head. "I haven't heard any... nothing about a contract but I have had some dreams, I thought. The voices keep saying 'unbind us'. I thought it a bit odd because I don't usually dream in Latin."
At this point, Roberto takes interest and walks on over.
What's going on now? Ghosts?
Fleur responds "It would seem..."
Then her jaw drops open as a cloaked figure wielding a large, bloody and apparently ceremonial sword drifts into the room and through the table. The spirits also seem to see this figure, and are clearly afraid of it, but this one is also visible to those without the second sight. The cloak appears to be black, and embroidered with silver symbols, at least one of which is recognizable to anyone with artes Liberales greater than 2 as a symbol for Pluto or Hades (the ancient deity).
Acutus' eyes grow wide as the figure appears, but his confidence (or bravado) quickly quashes any thoughts of fear, "You, what is the meaning of this disturbance?"
The entity looks back at Actus, and interestingly so do the spirits which only Arachne and Selim can see. It intones in a hollow ringing voice, "You walk my halls at Hallowstide, a price in blood must be paid before you leave!"
Acutus grips his trident a bit tighter and nods, "That's fair, is your blood acceptable?"
A hollow laugh echoes through the room as the entity throws back it's head. "Come warrior, throw your trident, run me through, it maters not to me. If you can spill my blood I will take that as payment enough, but I have no blood to spill."
Roberto has an Artes Liberales of only 1 
But he understands the phantasm's words well enough, takes out his knife, then cuts his palm. The blood drips thrice on the floor.
Acutus prepares to thrust his tridetn into the phantasm to test its words, but then Roberto cuts his plam. Acutus' grip on the trident loosens slightly as he waits to see if there is any effect.