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 unknown meets the unsee
Draft
The figure, short and slouched, wandered a curvy road, dragging upon each step.
Down to an inn sundered, broken were the doors and windows, the floors to forever creak, croaking in places of cracks.
Every attention was drawn, startledâ€"shaken.
They muttered and shifted; some left, running in haste, and some grasped their holsters, armed to teeth and nail.
Its blank eyes snapped up, glaring at every man and woman, daring.
*It was an abyss of ice and cold.*
None dared watch longer, breathe longer, even to move... or else, their souls may depart eternally.
*A demon, a demon had come there.*
Whispers silenced, dead in throats, as the creature limped to the counter, settling atop a stool.
"Get me Volcamint. Let the leaves seethe," It hoarsely said.
"Foreign or native?" asked the bartender.
"Do you dare to sell me foreign?" laughed the figure while passing over the coins.