M's Musings

[thespectrumancer]

Futuremancer

My entire life I've been afraid of the past. No magic can touch it, can change it. it is, and forever will be stone. The future on the other hand, is a different beast entirely, the unknown always can be swayed by the right cantrips and half whispered invocations. And it doesn't even need to cost a pretty penny either. 

While anyone can sway, only the real futuremancers can plan events. Many have turned it into a competition, who can create the most climatic cataclysms, showing off careful futuresight and planning to keep the deaths at a minimum, while ensuring the most devastation. It’s actually quite profitable, leveling a city  block often requires permits and inspections, while the well planned meteor (given the right futuremancer) is far less of a headache..

[thespectrumancer]

Plague Bringer

Few ever seek out plague magic, most would rather take their heated revenge with fire or lightning, but pestilence lives on, seeking out it’s bearers, wanted or not. Festering hot rage turns to fever, then to rot, once the rats come, the transformation is already nearing completion. The plague bringer faces a choice, let the rot consume them and lead them into death, or master it, and rise anew.

They take names for themselves,either a reflection of there former life, or that of their goals. Black death, Spanish Flu, poxes of various forms. Most usually meet their end before long, but others linger still, in the background, like dark whispers. Some even take yet another form, to return with renewed vengeance. 

The wise ones are once again gaining traction, as they convince the world they no longer need their shields of needles, and turn others into heralds to raise the cry against the progress that had beaten them back. Still the warriors of reason push, trying to bring down plague bringers, now and forever more.

[thespectrumancer]

Geomancer

The earth growled along with her. She would not be silenced. Heat pumped through veins and fissures beneath her as she began to rise, wiping the spittle and blood from her mouth. “You have made a mistake.” she said calmly. “one I will correct.”

The clay wound around her arm like tendrils, magma flowers blooming and curing as it began to raise her. The power digging deep and blossoming forth, until blood no longer could flow and bone no longer could break. Pain was a memory, as was her humanity. 

[thespectrumancer]

The Spectrumancer

Perhaps one of the more misunderstood magics is that of the spectrumancer, those who can pick magic out of the air around them, and bend it to the shapes they need. 

Or at least, that’s what many think. The light around us has many magics, and picking which light is a delicate process, the bludgeon that red provides can be useful, and also easy to control, but the hot sharp knife of violet is often more useful for delicate violence. Those with a milder temperament may reach for yellow and green, for their volume, sending ideas great distances and whispering in the ears of giants, and the healers may reach for blue's warm touch.

But none of these wonders are reachable without a good light. White is best of course, then you can pick and choose what you need, and sunlight usually will do the trick, provided the day is not cloudy out. But spectrumancy didn't really pick up until man could create white light of it's own, because fire and moon light would not meet their delicate needs.

All in all, it's amazing what one can do with a flashlight and a prism. And once the spectrumancer grows strong enough, any light at all.