Le médecin était en train de s'égarer à son retour, livid à être suivi d'une telle créature. Le regard qu'il lui a donné, qu'est-ce que c'était? Le jugement? Qu'est-ce qu'il savait? De la grandeur à laquelle il se trouverait, de l'objectif si étonnamment hors de portée, mais pas pour beaucoup plus longtemps! Il devrait commencer bientôt, une citadelle de cuivre se lèverait dans le Vieux Hoof, et ce serait sa maison, son paradis céleste de la machine, de la magie et de la science! Ce serait le berceau d'une nouvelle civilisation, la civilisation d'His, et de ses salles flamboyantes ce nouvel ordre s'étendrait à travers le monde.
Mais pour l'instant, il devrait fuir, le cauchemar reviendrait bientôt avec son maître, ce dégénéré ranci!
Il a emballé son équipement, l'empilant rapidement sur Grunge et signalant à Miel d'éteindre l'incendie. Nous laissons cher, le temps de prendre un nouveau tour, dit-il, d'emballer la scie à hacker parmi son équipement scientifique et d'allumer sa corne dans une petite balise de magie et de murmurer un sort.
Lentement, les effets de ce qu'il venait de lancer devinrent plus prononcés, ses cheveux de bronze devinrent noirs et sa fourrure devenant orange, d'énormes cicatrices commencèrent à se former et à traverser son visage et un oeil s'éteignit, puis complètement blanc. Pour les autres, le processus était beaucoup le même, le miel tournant beige foncé avec une crinière de couleur sable, la seule différence étant qu'elle restait liée à la roue. Le sort ne pouvait pas affecter la chair inexistante après tout. Pour quiconque regardait, il aurait semblé qu'une illusion avait été brisée, comme si c'était vraiment leur apparence plutôt que l'incarnation précédente.
Il prit l'une des cornes et la tenait dans son sabot tristement; c'était une complication nécessaire au transport avancé cependant, un échange mutuel avec les entités au-delà des sphères. Il s'arrêta devant les Inquisiteurs endormis, considérant ses options. Il pourrait prendre un autre échantillon d'Alicorne, mais cela conduirait sans doute à d'autres complications avec Thea, alors il a décidé contre elle. Au lieu de cela, il dessina un cercle avec la corne un peu plus loin d'eux et signala Honey et Grunge pour l'entrer; il répéta le processus avec un cercle plus grand et commença à dessiner une série de runes ésotériques sur le sol autour de lui, mesurant parfaitement le processus.
Après tout, il s'est moqué que j'ai fait ça plusieurs fois auparavant.
Lorsqu'il était certain de la justesse de son travail, il entra dans le cercle et commença un chant bas dans une langue inconnue. Il avait une bonne idée d'où aller d'ici, un vieux labo de son stand autour de la région de Woodswatch et il pouvait se ré-accommoder facilement. L'endroit avait même une petite usine attachée pour qu'il puisse reconstruire une bonne partie de son équipement après la catastrophe à Trotingham, beaucoup à son secours.
Espérons que l'endroit n'ait pas été saccagé par les pillards ou les forces de la Lune et de l'Etoile, bien qu'il doutât que beaucoup puissent dépasser les paramètres de défense qu'il avait mis en place lorsqu'il est parti pour le front de guerre.
Avec un dernier regard sur la ruine brûlée de Old Hoof, il sourit, il rigolait. Revenant sur son travail, il a parlé de la deuxième dernière ligne de la cérémonie et sa corne s'est éclairée d'une impulsion considérable d'énergie verte, arrachant le cercle et la faisant briller de façon inquiétante. Il souleva la corne de l'inquisiteur dans le ciel et prononça les derniers mots nécessaires à la téléportation.
Il s'agit d'un groupe de travail composé de représentants de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie, de l'industrie et de l'industrie.
Un orbe vert vif engloutit tous ceux qui se trouvaient dans le cercle après le mot final, et un seul arc de foudre le frappa d'un boom d'écho. Dans une bouffée de fumée et de feu, le médecin et son entourage avaient disparu, ne laissant derrière eux qu'un trou dans le sol, et quelques runes déformées.
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.