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.
At your sides, may no evil truimph
In Madam Petri's Shop of commodities, Penelope was seen through a green-tinted window, frowning.
She tramped through the store, her fingers stroking mysterious materials placed on the shelves.
The blue-coloured workers, Tifflings, huddled together in some corner, noticeably shaking with terror.
Their instincts screamed at their legs to flee, to escape this danger at once. Yet none dared to follow through, for the early bird gets the early death.
However, these terrors of theirs were truly misplaced, as Penelope's apparent anger aimed at another ailment. Businessmen, merchants, rioters, and outsiders- it was like everything was problematic lately.
So in tough times, tougher means needed acquiring. Therefore, she came here to acquire them-Old Ethêric.
The forbidden knowledge, shun for its absurdity, was abandoned for its uncertainty. It was unlike modern aêtheric arts, where the results are standardized and predictable.