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.
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There was calm, and there was night. A half-moon glistened, endless stars sparking bright. But on this night, Eltic watched the expanse ahead, eyes peering.
He stood atop a building's statue and gazed ahead. The mansion of Thaddeus Lionheart had fallen, killed in secret. He wondered how the man never knew if there was an entrance to his home. Was there a deeper scheme that he was unaware of?
"People, they are really confusing," Eric whispered, massaging his forehead. Things could never be easy, it seems, because something always propped up. An issue had to exist.
So, he retrieved an object. It was a blue canister full of technological ambiance, sleek energy coursing down its form, bright.
This weapon was a secret and possibly banned weapon—a spatial bomb. Its job was solely to distort space-time minimally, to create a slight curvature for a particular area.