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.
The Old Teachings Never Die
Sparks of steel radiated. Blades swept, sliced, and lanced—missed.
Light strings weaved, coiling. Two figures twirled, twisted in erratic manners.
Every strike aimed to maim.To reap.
Death reflected every step; blades slashed too close for comfort. Sharp tips scraped at necks, groins, and eyes.
Any mistake proved fatal.
"You have grown in Eprenism and the combat acts involved." Yanza leapt back, hanfu sheared in various places.
Eltic crouched, charging. Gaze locked. Dagger held in vice grip.
Yanza frowned as he approached —shivering. His hands gripped the cane harder.
More sparks shone. Clangs of steel. Shockwaves scattered, seeping. Light filled the night.
The skyscraper quaked, beneath. Foundations tilted. Massive cracks raced down, gaps without ends.
The building gradually toppled. Grime blocked the rooftop. Skies painted ashen, rumbles reverberating.