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.
We Need a doctor… but not for me
Newspapers glided above the street, rustling as they dived towards the sidewalk, drifting by wandering pedestrians.
As these heaps flew past a certain trio, a hand shot forth and snatched the paper, before eyes peeked at its contents.
"Professionals have identified an alarming increase in mortality rates within Atrial City, mainly concentrated in Aradric and Gautem Districts. The number of fatalities has surged to forty-five thousand within recent weeks, accompanied by injuries totaling approximately three hundred thousand. The property damage, measured in Ze-level Aē-credits, is estimated to stand at one million."
Nevertheless, the news continued its journey, flung by the same hand that caught it. It flew off to find another curious reader. This reader, Alistair, had no time to pay attention to that information, why?