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.
Fights and carts, it's the cartel
Under a bright sky, on a lovely day, during an ordinary afternoon, tattered men paraded through a burning street. Their hands tightly gripped worn-down weapons; their frames were destined to shatter upon mere contact. This was one of the largest but financially scarce gangs in the Aradric District: the Guventra gang.
In stark contrast, a battalion advanced in opposition. Its members donned matching uniforms, advanced weaponry, and stood in preplanned formations. Despite being just another militant group, they possessed more sovereignty than Seretei's agents in these streets.
This dominance was only seen in one group: the Aroth-Velent Federation, the lingering authority of the North, West, and Eastern regions of Aradric borough.
Today, their influence spread to the southern regions: Kepler zone, York neighborhood, and Roscor.