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.
YANZA STRIKES
On this gloomy night, tread by demons in human skin, Yanza and an enigmatic figure could be seen conversing. The figure sported a blue and purple suit; the right of its torso was carved with a griffin insignia.
Most dubbed him 'V.' Though it was a code name it was a name nonetheless. He was under the emperor's direct command and deserved utmost secrecy. Even an influential hand like Yanza Kinara wielded no rights over this privacy.
V also controlled a hazy mist that shrouded his form. Even through the veil, a radiant white mask blocked peering gazes. It proved that V truly grasped the acts of concealment to the very limit.
"You asked to see me, Yanza?" V said in a dismal manner. "Is it so important as to block our search?"
Yanza silently stared deeply into V's countenance. He chose not to answer and strolled around the garden, stepping upon black, burnt grass. The expression on his face reeked of displeasure, a foretelling of an upcoming argument.