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.
Aftermath 1
The sun rose, and dawn arrived. The peril passed, and the people were saved. A tasking and arduous day: but a day to remember.
As the glare shone on the lands, a base hidden in a field of trees was revealed. It was a smoothed, round building that contained more glass than concrete, and under this coming sunlight, the mirrors glistened akin to a still sea.
However, inside this graceful building, countless injured individuals were dragged by stretchers and into the wards. All the building healers were on mass duty after the disaster that happened.
Across these stainless white-brown clean halls, gruesome phenomenons appeared. Most of the injured came from the guests that went to the convention. The uninformed ones, unaware of the fact they had been used as bait and arrived with no defenses, had more severe wounds.