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.
War on man
Todo kept saying, "There's been a few incidents of some person killing people; their bodies were torn apart."
"In what manner," Alistair asked, leaning forward.
Todo smiled. "Bites, slashes, signs of torture. I thought the D-Gray-Eater was the worst, but this person took it to a whole new level.
"How many bodies does the person have, where do they reside?"
"… Do you have some beef with the man—the Cannibal?"
Todo smiled morbidly, curiosity arose in black eyes.
Alistair noticed and scoffed. "No beef. Just business. The person being alive is hindering my goal."
"Poor sucker. Well, I can tell you the person was last in Keplar. Now reports in Lart—Aroth places."
"North."
"Bingo," Todo clicked his tongue and pointed forward. "Tell all about the person after you kill them."
"Strange way to get down."
"What do you—no, Aether no. I have a girl. Well, had i guess."