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.
See into the pages
Night was upon the land; the moon's pale light showered and filtered through a velvet curtain, chaperoned by a fog milky and soft, afire beneath a lone bulb.
It was a room; frost was seeping and ice petals danced, trails trickled down the walls old and worn and wooden.
A breeze blew.
The glass rattled like a snake. . . torn were the curtains. . . whispers in the weathered wood. Wintry air crept in the gaps as a soft sigh echoed.
Then, a creak.
Then, played a croak.
A resonance as wood throbbed, as a sound did echo—and as voices delicate and soft spoke from a black, archaic book:
"Retiva had fallen. Ash and soot waned, and our crops flourished—the green lands fertile and lush, spanning a sky's distance, a scarlet border smeared by a smudge of orange which we finally saw no ends.
"The Eclipse, it was no more.