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.
Jesse, we need to cook!
In sight appeared a dark room, riddled with old, antique furnishings. Dark mahogany(worn out by age) and grotesque statues completed the Gothic theme echoing from these walls. It was a strange collection of pristine skulls, occult flags, and bizarre animal skins.
Only a well-established gentleman could willingly build such a masterpiece... or a sociopath.
It was the home of Antonio Von Helman, the drug kingpin of Roscow. He comfortably settled into a wing-back chair, relaxing into its polished leather.
His eyes then peered in front of him, to the strange masked fellow sitting opposite him. The very individual who assaulted his guard and trespassed his territory, yet not a trace of fright appeared on their body. It was a peculiar case.
"May I ask who you are, sir?" Antonio asked while smiling lasciviously; the gray hair added a touch of nobility to his countenance.