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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Two eyes observed the squirming sphere. The sole reason for the destructive forces of earlier. Source.
"Answer me truthfully. What, what is this?" Eve asked as sweat ran down her forehead. Almost dying, but not knowing the reason, was the most ominous phenomenon in existence.
The stuff of fears and nightmares.
Alistair, however, had a more excited expression–face almost booming.
"This is our chance. It's a breakthrough!"
"This?" Eve looked dubious. "How exactly?"
Alistair answered with his actions and shaped the sphere into a spear. Purple lines stretched and dragged its structure.
"Oh, a weapon."
"No, it will be." Alistair smirked, grinning. " a poison for an enemy."
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Torn fabrics swayed within a decrepit block. Demolished houses and fractured roads spanned an entire street. It was a scene where poverty and sadness seemed to personify, materialize.