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.
Do you not smell it? The conflict? The beast?
The night was a half moon, chaperoned by tunes of chaos. Hollers echoed in distant streets, while the allure of fire besmeared whole blocks.
A city in peril. An empire on a relentless trail to ruination.
Through tinted window-shades, Salin eyed this unfolding disaster, her heart heavy in consternation. Never before had she felt such profound dread for the uncertain future.
Therefore she quickly rolled down the blinds, unable to witness this any longer.
She swerved back gracefully, settling into a vintage, brown-shaded seat. The room itself echoed that timeless aesthetic.
Candlelight dropped its scented wax onto the tabletop, while oil paintings of suit-donning individuals adorned the walls. Raw leather accents spanned an entire wall, reminiscent of an exotic safari expedition.