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.
Can you survive this?
Brock watched and took no hasty steps: any could cost him his life. He peeked at the shadows crawling around and planned his actions.
'They explode, so I can't land on them.' Brock's eyes fell on the still twins, and noticed the clear patch of land beneath them… no shadows. 'Neither can they it seems.'
In this cautious mood, they kept silent, waiting for some kind of trigger.
And up the clouds, behind the foams of white, the moon vaguely shone. The light descended upon earth, generating and shifting every shadow.
Brock leapt back, raising his axe sideways.
Another collision of weapons echoed; however, it was unlike the prior ones.
The force propelled Brock away and through the air. He hopelessly drifted and eyed the closing darkness beneath.
Dread filled his heart–he could not land. Not on those.
"Never thought I'd ever use this nasty move," Brock said, laughing. "Guess it's now."