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.
These words james, what do they mean
In his room, Alistair scrutinized a bunch of documents laid on his table. These papers were filled with diagrams, environmental files, and of course... words.
"Behavioral indices of Rattus norvegicus: Burrowing tendencies, nocturnal habits, high adaptability to rugged environments, and exploratory behaviors," Alistair muttered.
"Where is it? This darn thing," Alistair whispered in anger because he had studied these Aêther-forsaken documents for countless hours. However, he could not stop or rest; the answer was too close.
On his right, Atrial City's map was adorned with multiple red marks; they were the places Alistair presumed the test subject would avoid.
The green ones, however, were its likeliest hideout.
But a thought kept reverberating in Alistair's mind, 'This is a mobile and intelligent beast. It knows this, so look deeper!'
His mental processes were quickly validated by a page written on a thick book.
-Observation 143#