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.
Off to hunt
The message of Alistair's return was broadcast to the relevant personnel. Currently, Sergo sat in the confines of a blue-tinted office–decorated by Hriffith banners and rows of medals, a chamber echoing dignity and honour.
After some time, the door spun open and Halton strolled in: sitting on the head seat.
It was his office.
"How did the meet-up with our missing individual go? Any pertinent details discovered about his whereabouts and related persons," Halton said without a pause, getting directly to the point.
"Boss, he's a bastard." Sergo relaxed into the leather chair.
"Oh? So I take it nothing?."
Sergo shrugged. "Kept zip-tight about his walkings, ten out of ten–the explosion was related to him.
"The next set of spies sent will need better skills. We can't touch him. The surveillance measures need to be improved."
Halton sighed as he listened to those observations, very similar to what he inferred.