Finally the group is back together as familiar and spirit search for the entity, and it is not long before it is discovered heading towards Silas' sanctum.
"Uh oh. What could it want there?" Lares rushes off towards Silas' sanctum.
Tastheus didn't really take attention to the movements outside his laboratory. But finally, he rushed out his sanctum to look the situation.
"What's up, sodales ? Why do you do so much sounds ? How can I study in this condition ?"
Certainly he needs a little time to understand what happen...
Argentius takes a moment to bring Tastheus up to speed. "... and so we're following this hunger spirit o try to deal with it before more children or food is destroyed."
"A..." He stops a short time, just need to his mind to accept the sentence of his sodales. "what ?"
No sense to let a spirit doing his law inside the covenant. Without a time, Tastheus begins to incant, hoping his magic is strong enough to get through and hurt the spirit.
Trying to do a spell PeVi 10. Something like Demon's eternal oblivion but against a spirit.
Penetration d10/2 + 9.
Right now the spirit is in Silas' sanctum- is everyone planning to violate the sanctum en masse?
Lares knocks on Silas' sanctum door.
"Are you there, Silas? Everything all right?"
While Silas does not answer you hear the sounds of arguing from within.
Argentius looks at the door of the sanctum for a moment and then turns away. He hustles to find one of the automatons that work the covenant and gives it orders.
"Go into Magus Silas' sanctum and instruct him to come speak to us immediately. This is urgent!"
The auromaton walks into Silas' sanctum.
FYI the automatons can only follow a limited set of directions and cannot speak.
Aetherius looks at the automatons entering Silas' sanctum.
"What's your plan, Argentius?"
"Hoping that we can get Silas to come out and help without having to break the protection of his Sanctum," answers Argentius. "Seems odd that the hunger spirit would enter here, don't you think? It has been feeding off weak children and our food stores. I doubt Silas has much of either in his sanctum."
what kind of sounds ? voices, scream, spells ?
Yelling, two voices, one inhuman, the other female.
Lares places his ear on the door.
"Sounds like Silas isn't one of the voices."
He leans back and scratches his beard.
"Maybe if we just open the door and peek in, hmm? My legal sense says that barely counts."
Unless someone stops him, Lares moves to open the door.
Zarkut watches worriedly, but doesn't stop him. He readies to try his spell again if the spirit gets within range. He whispers, "Is there food we can use as bait? Maybe if we magically create food it might be fooled? If the spell were strong enough..."
Opening the door Lares witnesses the desert hungry spirit squared off in an argument with Silas' muse.
Argentius steps up behind Lares, using his ring to help him understand the dialogue between the muse and the spirit. If he is able to understand them, he'll quietly share what he hears with the others if it's clear they don't understand the conversation.
As a general rule, you can expect Plasmatoris to be the last person to react to anything. His phases of mania and distraction often mean the Jerbiton is awake late into the night catching up on things he missed, or focusing on a task. Then, when awakening, he always checks in with his familiar-bound butterfly to see how his best friend is doing.
So it's well after most of the covenant has been dealing with the wild hunger-spirit that the Magus finally meanders over to the chaos outside Silas's sanctum, his hair matted and hanging wild about him and his eyes a bit unfocused still. At least today he got himself properly dressed rather than wandering around in his night robes.
"Anng. I miss the lazy mornings. What are those two arguing about?" he asks of Argentius as he walks up to the beautiful Verditius.
The spirit could already be understood, and the ring apparently does not penetrate the Muse's might. From the one side of the argument that you do hear it seems the spirit is trying to assert his right to claim lives and vis.