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.
Chase and catch
"The people in power do cruel things, especially during wars. They say it's for the greater good, for a… better tomorrow.
Well, aren't those the reasons we keep losing? Because a future built on cruelty, is not a future worth living." — Brimstone, the writer.
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In the forest, Eltic limped ahead with his arms and legs bleeding still. His face was pale, and his fingers were shaking. Eyes indicated drowsiness, and the breathing patterns represented severe exhaustion.
The way he walked, breathed, and felt seemed like he might collapse at any second. To any onlooker, the man's complexion was akin to the dead, a walking cadaver.
"So sleepy," Eltic muttered with a yawn. Yet his steps didn't seem to be stopping. "I shouldn't have left that hospital, but, I'll be honest, I couldn't bear to stay there.
"To see all those injured people. Being an accomplice for it, it was rough." He reluctantly smiled, one that seemed, barren.