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.
My art in fire and soothe
Before Alistair planned any further, the man in red exploded in steam, gas, and mist spewing from the armor, eyes dilated.
Alistair instantly retreated to prevent that deadly speed. However, the remaining survivors charged instead, all wielding red katanas.
Their speeds and numbers reached a range Alistair could only defend.
Source-energy arcs began to emit, suppressing the stormy attacks without end.
Until that person joined.
A spear flew at Alistair's torso, striking at an angle he failed to see.
However, he traced the hidden weapon. His free hand caught the shaft, but the force drove them back.
For a moment, they entered a deadlock.
The 'samurai-like' figure asked, "What kind of enemy are you!?"
Alistair glared. "Life and death."
He twisted the spear and slid through the opening; his blade pierced the man's shoulder, drawing blood.