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.
When men fail jobs
As a plan formed in a distant laboratory, a rampant discussion happened in Seretei's headquarters.
It happened in a prestigiously built office. Dark wood festooned its crimson walls, and a grande chandelier casted a warm glow upon various antiques.
Additionally, varying natural wonders could be seen in clear glass chambers: a fire-emitting fauna, perpetually fluttering vines, and replicating crystals.
The room maintained this noble and calm decadence for a short second, until Revan raised his voice at a man seated behind a pristine desk. This man in particular, possessed a muscular physique and a balding scalp. He also wore the customary red and black Seretei uniform.
Anderson Beaumont, the Aradric District Branch Head within the Seretei organization.
However, given the recent events in the Aradric district, it was evident that someone had not been doing their job properly.