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.
Looking to the skies
The night passed in peril; it was a gloomy day after.
Smoke erupted from destroyed foundations; houses… became a shadow of their former selves – ruined.
Bodies littered the streets, with a shallow few complete, left as unrecognizable pieces blasted to smithereens.
Medics still rushed to attend to the injured, a tragic task in itself, as only carted corpses filled the venue.
"Come help, he's stuck under the rubble."
"Don't push; you are killing him, idiot!"
"Pull."
"Fuck, dumb rough bastard! Guess he's dead now."
Such tragedies spread unrestrained, every soul more hopeless than the next.
"There's an irony in such pain," a cloaked figure whispered, their figure concealed within an alley's shadow. The eyes, like dissipating frost, shone dark.