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.
Escape, the house is falling. Escape, the animals are running
After Jargon roared, the place truly lost stability.
The little cracks became bigger cracks. The minor issue—major issues.
Soon after, the top of the room, where Jargon and Lenna stood, trembled, and huge rocks disembarked from it. Each ranged from pebble-sized to boulder-sized, then to the game-breaking building-sized ones.
The noises arriving were akin to a mountain lion's roar. The stones that fell resembled a stampeding elephant herd. And the fear of both of the inhabitants was the hunter facing these disasters.
They might be superhuman, but Lenna and Jargon were sure they couldn't survive being buried under a million tonnes of rubble.
Even the massive-steel-constructed-pebble-of-doom collapsed under the falling beast in the guise of rocks. So what chance do they have?
However, the question was… How would they leave?