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.
The ??? in the shadows
Anger, despair, and shock–these emotions assaulted Eltic's mind as he stepped toward the body ahead. He was visibly shaking as his legs traveled to the spot. His mind worked on auto. It was in his control, yet not. All he could control were the thoughts: "Please be alive."
He blamed himself for this. Why did he think this was a good idea? Bringing a child to this kind of mission, a child to this godforsaken place filled with these… things.
And what possessed him to go touch the damn object?
So many mistakes all in the span of a few seconds, and half of them were his.
"Just please be ok," Eltic prayed as he finally got to Alistair's side. Now he couldn't help but notice how roughed up Alistair had been since he brought him.
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The dirtied clothes and the numerous cuts and blisters strengthened his thought process, while the side effects from the cube drove it home.