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 team reunited
"Alistairrrrrr!!!"
That… sound, it could be called many things, but silent, wasn't one of them.
This statement, proved itself the moment Alistair clutched his ears while the air around him warped and tore.
"Son... of… a…bitch!" Alistair cursed whilst on one knee. However, despite the gruesome pain, he let out a laugh as the lingering green cockroach separated from him(due to passing out).
Yet, a feeling of familiarity dawned on his mind; he peeked in the direction of that voice. Low and behold, the squad stood there, each in bandages and welding walking sticks as they waved their arms in the air.
Alistair paused, standing still with his mouth open for a long while. Not long, his mind rebooted up before he whispered: "Thankfully, the worst didn't happen."
At the edge of Alistair's face, a smile grew, and eyes watered. His legs shook as he struggled to move forward… but he, couldn't pull through.