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.
A change unneeded
As the carriage travelled across the city, the squad gaped on morbidly. Everything they assumed might happen never included this disaster unfolding right here.
The hollers of "impeach the emperor" and "the people need answers," reverberated through the community. All men, women and children raised burning imperial flags in the sky, shrouding buildings with baleful smoke.
Most protesters took 'peaceful' means to voice out their displeasures. The exceptions, however, took the far end of the spectrum.
Poison-filled explosions, energy-charged water tides, and artificial landslides- the rioters displayed their nefarious abilities, using it as a craft of destruction. Their mentality being, "If nothing changes, then I will be that change."
And with the way things appeared, this disaster did not come today, and would not end anytime soon.
Alistair grabbed his necklace and clamped it, happy adventures and familiar missions would not be happening it seems.