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.
in peril, I speak
"Do we go talk to him?" Salin asked, voice shaken as her mind still replayed Alistiar's outburst, such was the case for all of them.
Yet at this moment, they sat down to discuss, apparently unable to decide whether they should leave for their residences or bravely walk upstairs to converse with Alistair.
Because although they were angry too, their reasons did not seem to hold up–somehow.
Isaac knowing this, answered: "He won't listen to us, until he calms at least," A throbbing headache materialized in his dazed mind, what stressful situations a mere question led to.
Oh, the things he would do to wipe that moment from existence.
"We weren't wrong though, Alistair overreacted," Salin said as her breathing turned unsteady. "Why would he doubt his own mother so much, and why act like Alfred was at fault?