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.
Everything explodes if you are brave enough
There was a shoe.
Black leather boots standing atop a table.
Nothing too abnormal, Alistair thought. Unless he ignored the glowing green fluid squirming beneath.
Yeah… there was nothing normal about it.
"When?" Alistair tried remembering how exactly it touched him. He recollected the time it started, paths taken, and sensations.
And indeed, a connection quickly appeared. The collision downward—that was when the feeling started and stopped.
No, it began after he harnessed Source energies. It acted like a switch.
"On," Alistair shot a tiny bolt of light towards the shoe, causing the greens to light like a Christmas tree.
He deactivated the energy, and the glows withered.
"Off," Alistair commented slowly, hands steadily retrieving files and documents. He searched specifically the locations indicated.
Where the bodies were found and their true estimated locales.