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.
Return to base, a rat in need of killing
During this dark night, silent echoes spread through an alleyway. Dirt and trash tainted floors; drifting mist spewed from open pipes,
Within this barren area housing only the lesser privileged, a man ran, fumbled, and tripped, his legs seeming out of maintenance.
At his back arose a stretched shadow, shrouding… all-looming.
"Esteemed person, I only want to ask a question." The man behind the silhouette stepped beneath the shade, donning a suit, tie, and top-hat. "Where do you transport these goods you trade?"
"I am telling you, man. There ain't no tucking goods!" The fleeing individual shouted while clutching his legs, face pained.
"That's not right. Clearly, you wouldn't kidnap a living person without ulterior motives."
"What?"
"Is there a need for this? We are both gentlemen; such lies don't seem necessary."
"I—"
"The proof is available, and you're destined to be punished. Cooperate, and the sentence shall be lesser."