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.
The Beheaders
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬
"The Beheaders? The assasination group that left us?" Brock asked, eyes raising.
"The very same." Alistair sighed. "It's the reason I thought of this tactic, to allow us to focus on their leaders. Top fighters.
"We have another person not mentioned, Elim-ranked, so we are not out-matched," Brock said, causing Alistair's head to tilt.
"We do?"
"Yes, the other person you saw me talking to in my team."
Alistair's expression flashed with shock. "Todo?"
"No," Brock flatly said. "His name is Larol."
"I did not know we had someone like that, was he here today?"
"Went out to do his things." Brock shrugged and rested backward, his arms balancing on steel.
"Things…" Alistair became contemplative, but he sighed when he didn't know what to think. "Guess, I'll meet him during the battle. Already expecting surprises."
"As expected of you friend."
"Do you have faith we will succeed though?"