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.
RIP the dark
Taros' corpse rested in a body bag, towed by a guard eager to finish his task. To burn it in the crematorium.
The man roamed a dark, seemingly endless path, until he reached the fiery contraption. As the journey concluded, he felt the corpse's weight decrease—lighter than a bag of feathers.
"Weird damn Eprenists," the guard cursed and tossed it into the fire. There was no sound after, no crackle of blaze: simply ear-grating quiet.
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The winds spontaneously roared; lightning hovered within the clouds. A deathly precursor to a looming storm. Nature's fury unabated.
Buildings toppled, roads were torn into two - exposing deep chasms. Every pedestrian, panic filled their eyes, crawled to cover.
This world's storms came with righteous force, dwarfing anything humanly possible. The imminent presence of Aêther at work.
Eventually, it spread to an empty, dark park. Its trees and bushes barely fought against the storm's relentless onslaught.