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.
Is there any indication of how it is doing - is either being persuaded or giving up?
Argentius looks over at Plasmatoris as he arrives. "The hunger spirit seems to be trying to assert his rights to claim lives and vis. Not sure what of that Silas has stored away in his sanctum, though. It's been going after children and food stores. But maybe we need to check our vis stores."
As you watch the spirit of hunger lashes out at the muse, failing to penetrate her might. The muse then expands, rapidly becoming like smoke before disappearing altogether from the sight of any who do not have second sight with which to watch the proceedings. It spiritual form she then tears into the desert spirit.
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Argentius's eyes widen and his jaw drops open.
"Now there's a thing."
Zarkut watches, a slight smile on his face. He will try to act to keep the spirit from escaping, if it seems likely, but does not interfere with the muse's savagery.
As the muse disappears, Lares looks around alert.
"Where did it go? What is happening? Who is winning?"
Zarkut whispers, "She's tearing him apart."
Lares relaxes.
"Hm. Surprising but excellent. I suppose we have an unexpected ally."
Moments later the desert spirit flees the house and the muse re-manifests smiling as she chops up the sausage she is preparing for Silas.
does he flee by running close to the magi / the sanctum's entrace?