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.
Respectfully, get reked mi’lord
In a laboratory managed by blue-coloured workers, Tifflings, two individuals chit-chatted.
They were separated by a metal desk, which housed a game of chess. However, the colors of the pieces were blue and red, different from the normal black and white.
The owner of this lab, Madam Petri, stayed on the left side. She held a red pawn and shifted it from F2 to F4.
Her life-long friend tilted her head at this sudden move, but she wasn't panicked in the slightest.
This confidante's name was Arthurer Landrith—a fellow researcher of the aetheric arts.
The fair lady wore a sky-blue dress; its vibrant red scarf adding a touch of elegance. Additionally, hints of her brown hair subtly peeked through the fabric's texture.
"It's been a long time since I played this game, especially since our emperor prohibited it for private use," Madam Petri said, pausing to contemplate her next moves after placing her piece.