“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.
They hauled themselves up the steel rungs, one weighty footstep after another. There was no respite, nowhere to rest. Sweat and dirt blotted their faces; their arms ached from the gruesome journey as the light from the street above gradually drew closer and closer.
Alistair, leading the way, warned, "Anything could be waiting on the other side. Stay prepared. We'll find a hospital."
"No," Amilia reacted instantly. "Not a hospital."
"Sorry, we'll find whatever illegal quack doctor we can," Alistair answered and kept ascending until he reached the manhole cover. A myriad of footsteps marched above, generating flickering lights and fading shadows.
The vibrant scenery in the heart of the Aradric District offered a welcome change from their gloomy journey.
This change compelled Alistair to hesitate and contemplate his next actions. He did not dare to underestimate Aradric, regardless of night, day, or dawn.