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.
Men who ate the fruit of knowledge
On the same night Alistair concluded his research, Eltic roamed the silent streets, venturing into the land of secrets. He sought the individuals who held long-forgotten knowledge.
However, finding them proved difficult — an impossible task, one could say. Eltic searched left and right, in corners and alleys. But these elusive figures had deliberately wiped any traces, hiding in plain sight.
In this perilous world, having too much knowledge was dangerous. Death ripped those who knew.
Therefore, even after gruesome hours of probing, a hint failed to emerge. Emotions started rioting; an eye twitched from time to time.
"Where?" Eltic muttered, his fingers trembling from fatigue. As the edifices blurred before weary eyes, the already challenging mission turned even more nightmarish.
"Where… Where in the world did those flimsy monkeys vanish?" Eltic's cry echoed through the streets.