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.
Never mess with a thief
It was the end of the night, and the storm had reduced to a calm drizzle. Drenched objects, torn fabrics, and glass pieces littered the ground.
People wept bitterly as they witnessed this disaster – homes were gone, while some mourned for the cold ones – the chilled corpses. In this destruction, a hooded man trod ahead with his hands in his pockets.
There was disarray in his footsteps, an unnatural walking pattern. It caused him to collide with a wounded civilian, stumbling as his cloak fell off.
Eltic's face emerged as he looked back, revealing a curving, skin-deep wound on his cheeks. Bruises seemingly endless.
"Watch where you're going, you bloody fool!" he cursed while flailing his hands, intentionally angering the passerby.
The person Eltic clashed against had spun, and his face fumed with anger. Then the dreadful incarnation that was Eltic's face arose before his eyes, tarnished by a crazed gaze.