Arcanist Tales
“The tale never ends, until a hero conquers the demons. May science and will prevail.” *** Alistair Neon Percival. The True Apostle of the Luminiferous Aêther, The Reckless, The Defender of all Beings, Self proclaimed king of emotional blackmail, Reborn in the year 1980 NC. His goal? To be the strongest and attain all magical, scientific, and economical knowledge in the world! However, with the flames of war staining the vast world, soldiers bidding their family farewell, and kingdoms of the realm butting heads to see who has the biggest stick. Institutions on the rise, large and small, each competing for benefits while experimenting on the common populace in the name of science. This is the tales of the Alistair, the practitioner of all things Arcane and most especially. The Apostle Of Aether. Note: contains strong themes of violence, real world knowledge, and slightly opinionated narration.
A talk with fists
In a dark and empty street, a figure sat atop a signboard, cloaked. On their lap, lay papers and drawings of marked locations.
"Yanza, Yanza… you are in such a hurry." The head raised; Eltic's face revealed in view.
As days passed, filled with spying and infiltration, he discovered a 'connection.'
The daily activities of Yanza had a purpose, a reason. They were secret signals based on positioning, patterns, and domino effects.
In such confidential arrangements, ASI personnel in the entire city commenced relocation—resources carted in mass amounts and hidden warehouses closed.
They ran.
No.
They tried to run.
It was an act of futility, as the rumors of a corrupt organization were their sword of Damocles.
Eltic peeked ahead, observing as civilians brawled with a bunch of individuals.
The public protested and tossed, screaming "Death to Yanza!" until the whole street heard.