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.
Breaking news: serial child on the loose
The impacts of nightly escapades spread during the morning. Delayed news found its way to secret papers. Alistair was missing.
This message came a day late to tables because of recent working strikes. Law enforcement officials discovered the 'gas-explosion' late, and the spies weren't ready to admit their loss.
But their search for Alistair failed, and now Anderson Beaumont, their boss, chewed them out. They were here to report their losses. Heads held low.
"You are telling me" – His face fumed – "you let a mere child leave your sight. No, you don't even know if he was taken!?"
A pale spy stepped forward and answered, "Sir, everything was actually okay until that blast happened."
"Because it was a diversion for your stupid brain!"
"Sorry, sir," the pale man moved back, but the hand waving from Anderson stopped him in tracks. "Yes?" he inquired.
"You were the one who was on watch, right? When the blast happened?"