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.
Oh shit, here we go again
A perpetual life pushed a man to action: to wander under the darkness of the night, dutifully searching for his truth.
Eltic's truth lay before his murky eyes, reflecting before his wanting gaze. It was a 4-floor apartment painted bleak red. They had arrived at John's residence, prepared to unveil the document wielding every answer.
"Still living here?" Eltic asked while squinting his eyes. "As expected of you, John."
"Oh, shut your trap," John cursed and sauntered towards the door. The security guards made their way, aware of his residential status.
He strode in, entering a yellow-themed dyed lobby elucidated by wafting luminescent orbs. The artificial light guided the way for Eltic and John, leading them up a lone, spiral stairway.