Les yeux de Scalpel s'obscurcissaient plus loin et son visage d'un schowl à une grimace au poney en face de lui, donc vous êtes ici pour me faire une offre que je ne peux peut-être pas refuser en échange d'une certaine nécromance? Pourquoi n'es-tu pas allé chez des psychopathes rigolos et l'avoir fait là-bas? Parce que me faire confiance est très différent de ce que tu me demandes. La résurrection est le retour d'un corps à la vie réelle, mais cela n'implique pas que l'hmm... l'âme originale reviendra avec elle, en fait, elle ne s'écarte en grande partie de la quirk occasionnelle ou du morceau de connaissance. Ce que vous me demandez, c'est la nécromance, en train de sortir physiquement l'âme de n'importe quelle vie d'éther dans laquelle elle habite et de la fourrer dans un cadavre en décomposition dans un état d'undeath. Les effets varient compte tenu de la volonté du poney de rendre son corps, la plupart du temps il les rend fous cependant.
Scalpel soupira et ouvrit la porte légèrement en se révélant en plein dans un costume noir et un lourd grand manteau noir doublé de fil d'or, mais si vous voulez encore passer par là alors peut-être que je peux travailler quelque chose en combinant les deux techniques, ils ne sont pas incompatibles après tout, mais vous devez prendre en compte le fait que vos amis pourraient aussi bien revenir fou et avec un goût pour la chair vivante.
Il secoua un peu, puis fit un geste pour que les autres se retirent un peu, ce qu'ils firent, en reculant vers des positions obscurcies près des murs, à part Lambda qui resta alors qu'il ouvrit la porte en entier. Si vous êtes prêt à accepter les risques de l'étape de la procédure à l'intérieur et nous allons travailler cela dans le salon, sinon, vous êtes libre de partir tant que vous restez tranquille sur ma présence ici... J'ai eu... des difficultés avec certaines personnes et je suis sûr que vous préférez ne pas vous réveiller avec des épées allant à travers votre cou sur une nuit foutue.
En sortant de la porte, il se mit à traverser et ouvrit une paire de portes doubles à sa droite, ouvrant la voie à une pièce obscurcie. Lambda a vu l'étranger avec une certaine hostilité et suspicion, mais a fait place indépendamment. "Restez loin de Père, faites n'importe quel geste qui suggère la violence et je traiterai avec vous moi-même" il a déclaré dans une voix passionnée si presque électrique, avant de suivre son créateur dans la pièce obscurcie.
Scalpel a utilisé un peu de magie et les torches autour de la pièce se sont glissées dans la vie, révélant une foule d'artefacts coûteux de nombreuses cultures antiques et une série de bibliothèques autour de la pièce, et un Dao Vase prenant chaque coin. A droite d'eux deux grandes fenêtres étaient posées à bord, seulement de petites poutres de lumière faisant leur chemin à travers les planches en bois serré. Le sol était recouvert de grandes piles de tapis d'Arabie Saddle de cent ans, recouvert de presque hypnotique et stupéfiant symbole. La partie centrale de la salle a ouvert une voie pour deux canapés en cuir, brodés avec différentes langues anciennes, et un grand fauteuil couvert dans le même texte.
Scalpel a pris place dans le fauteuil avant de continuer, mais avant j'accepte tout ce que je veux savoir et avoir la preuve d'un certain nombre de choses. Le premier étant ceci: comment avez-vous découvert où j'étais? La seconde, de quoi parlez-vous, comment l'avez-vous découvert et pourquoi cela m'intéressera-t-il? La chose que je veux de vous est la preuve que cette chose existe réellement et que vous n'êtes pas en train de me coller le long, je veux des preuves physiques, pas des histoires de pipe et des cartes de magasin, sinon cet accord est annulé. Enfin, je veux votre nom, et ne mentez pas à moi ou je creuserai à travers votre crâne comme un couteau trancher à travers des fruits pourris.
Scalpel a conclu, faisant un petit sourire sans humour au poney, et ne pensez même pas à me trahir, parce qu'il n'y a pas un dieu ou démon qui puisse vous sauver de moi si je découvre que vous l'avez fait.
Maintenant, sans nom poney, je crois que vous feriez mieux de commencer sur votre histoire.Scalpel finalisé, utilisant une fléchette de magie pour léviter un décanteur de whisky noir sur son côté, avant de le verser dans un verre et de placer le décanteur sur une table latérale à côté de lui, et de former de la glace de magie pour tomber dans le verre avant de prendre un tirant d'eau.
J'espère son bien.
Name: Astral Spectrum
Species: Unicorn
Gender: Male
Appearance: Cyan fur and pitch black mane and tail. Mane has streaks of grey through them, showing his age. Eyes are cobalt blue. Cutie mark is a magic circle that once held the colors of the rainbow but is now a faded grey. Center of the magic circle resembles a cat-like eye. Body has runes burned into it marking his dabbling in dark magic. Forelegs also covered in scars from his foalhood. Usually wears a dark brown cloak when not in his priest robes to cover his marks and scars.
Talent: His talent is his ability to scry, a rare form of magic which allows someone to see into the Aether. His magical sight is by far the best in MaS second only to Archmagister Twilight Sparkle’s. As well he is blessed with insight that has more than once brought him good fortune including his position.
Personality: Spectrum believes that if you want anything in this world you must work for it. He has little to no patience for those that waste his time. He despises laziness and pomposity and will put someone in their place when he deems it necessary. His brutal honesty puts him at odds with Head Inquisitor Lulamoon more often than not. Ironically there is a grueling respect between the two because they both came from humble beginnings as opposed to the rest of the Ruling ponies of Moon and Stars. Despite his high rank in MaS he doesn’t believe that unicorns are the superior race. His own apprentice is an earth pony that has shown herself extremely clever having broken out of the domes more than once. He rewards those who show tenacity, ambition, and most of all will to survive. In crisis he is calm cool and collected.
Spellbook:
Spectrum has mastered quite a few spells in his time. He has knowledge of Elemental magic and knows ice magic due to his position as High Priest of the Moon Guild. Umbramancy is one of is most skilled powers but his best spells reside in his Divination.
Breathe of the Windego: Surrounds large area in a bone chilling mist. Expelled from caster’s mouth. (Incanted)
Shadow Tendrils: Shadows rise around the caster into inky black tendrils. Once formed they can be either warm or chillingly cold. As well when the caster focuses the tendrils will send a shock of pain through the captured target.
Shade Warp: Caster teleports silently from shadow to shadow.
Other spells include basic levitation, an ice needle spell and a cold light spell.
Background: Spectrum was born in a small fishing village in the small broken Freelands across the Sea of Harmony. His mother was once a noble mare but upon his birth she was cast out for infidelity. From there she was forced to become a prostitute to survive. When Spectrum was born she blamed him for her misfortune and even went so far as to name him Jadno which in the Mother Tongue means ‘Pathetic‘. His life as a foal was that of pain. He scrimped for food and whenever his mother was lucid enough she beat him mercilessly.
After his thirteenth birthday and one particularly bad beating he went to the docks with the idea to drown himself and end his suffering. Instead Spectrum found himself stowing away on a vessel bound for Equestria. Sure enough he was found out and the captain wanted to throw him overboard but a scholar by the name of Dusty Tome saved his life. On the way to Equestria he taught Spectrum to read and even gave him his name.
Dusty found the young colt had a gift for languages and spells and had promised to take him to Canterlot and see him through school. A week before they made port though they were hit by a fierce storm. Sadly Dusty Tome was killed by one of the falling masts and when they came to port Spectrum was forced to escape lest the captain kill him. With nothing else to do and the scholar’s books in tow he set off toward Canterlot intent on making something of himself.
Along the way he taught himself to wield magic from the books. Soon enough he also found his talent along the way. Unfortunately it resembled his mother’s, much to his dismay. Upon coming to Canterlot he found a job as an apprentice to a lawyer named Valid Point. The old earth stallion saw a sly intelligence in the colt and on a hunch hired him. Within a year Spectrum had enough to enroll in the Celestial Magic Academy, with the help of a scholarship and no small thanks to Valid of course.
Here he met Silver Scalpel, a rival and lifelong friend. He looked up to Silver for his ambition and skill in the medical field and more than once had to really ‘step up his game‘ when it came to academic scores. Silver was the only one he trusted with his past, a sore subject for him. Within a decade Spectrum graduated with full honors and a Doctorate in Magical Theory. Even after that he continued to expand his knowledge of the magical field until he came into possession of hints of a powerful field of magic.
With his future secure when the House of Moon and Star Rose up he worked diligently to perfect spells within the Moon Guild and much of his Umbramancy he mastered under the Thestrals. he holds a high regard for their stealthy nature and has learned to fight magically from them. They respect him and within a few short years became High Presit of the Moon Guild, they became fiercely loyal to him.
Goals: Spectrum wishes to see Equestria return to its age of prosperity but wishes to see it done through the hooves of its people and not some God. Unfortunately his time his short as a debilitating disease threatens to end him before he can see Equestria united and prosperous. He is now in a race against time to seek his old friend whom he believes is the key to unlocking pony kind’s potential.