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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The crack and sizzle of burnt wires and rusted circuits festered, smoke slithering and hissing; in destruction and in distortion.
"Yes, my time here is up." 'Eltic' whispered, cracking his neck left and right.
Around, laid writhing and broken—scarred, were men. They bled—and bled; and bled until blood wreathed the floors like a macabre art piece.
Their breath played hoarse, desperate. The chill was almost physical.
The creature possessing Eltic had torn them apart—to this thing less than human.
His gaze was void. . . but the smile betrayed. It was drawn to grin beastly and wild.
"Revenge." The neck bent and coiled—twisted to a crack, the smile was morbid. "Is the host's problem. I just crippled you for the ease."
"What really are you?" Yanza weakly asked, sloped over a wall, his breathing harsh and grating.