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.
Don't you just love roommates
With the issues of the day still fresh in their minds, Alistair and Reginald finally reached the mansion, their steps heavy with fatigue.
However, as they gazed upon the grand and familiar structure, the weight of their worries seemed to vanish, leaving them in perfect tranquillity.
In haste, Alistair shoved open the doors, smiling. But his rising emotions quickly hit rock bottom at what greeted his eyes. Confusion filled the curious mind, looking for much-needed answers. Its conclusion was frustration.
A green-haired, eyes of bronze, and a face partying with freckles. Of all the things Alistair wanted to see when he got home, this wasn't it.
He slowly closed the door, took deep breaths, and shut his eyes. Alistair then shoved it open once more, still smiling, yet the scene remained unchanged.
His home was still infested by this persistent green pest.