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 worst happened?
"On certain cold nights man, woman, and child—unbeknownst—they die. This is life, a lady blind to death and pain." – Unknown.
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The dome's energy had dwindled, fading out from existence itself.
No one knew, except a bare few: the twins.
Their eyes fell on Alistair as his body radiated a purple aura. The ambient source energy seeped into his systems and through the sword, constructing dense, powerful lightning arcs.
They'd wanted to attack to disrupt the gathering process, but instincts forced their legs still, to gather shadows of their own.
A good choice because Alistair finished at that moment. If they'd charged, heads—theirs—would have flown.
But now their ether and forces peaked; heads still needed to fly and roll.
In a burst of light Alistair dashed forth. The twins, however, zipped to the right, then left—route becoming chaotic.
These actions caused Alistair to snort and change his direction mid-run.