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Theodore Brae's eye's would open, taking in his surrounding's- though all he saw was terrible darkness around him. "Where am I?" His eyes would lock upon the only thing he could see asides the darkness and ashes around him. The Face of a Daemon with Pig-Like features and gnashing teeth. "What-What are you?- Who are you?" D̷͇͍̤̟͍͓̰̟̰̟̞̘̭̙͈̫̖̒͐͐͜͜ͅÈ̵̢̡̖̜̤̂̀̑͋̆͜͝͝A̸̛͎̬͉͓̠͔̙͙̪̟̼͇̩̞̲̞̻͕̯͚̔̉͆̿̍̿͒͜͠T̸̻̝̥̼̪̩͙̊̐̍͆̀̾̈́̒̉̀̈͊̀̌́́̓͐̀̾̌͗̊̐͂̇͘͝H̴̨̧̲͚͖͎͎͔̄͒͊͗̕.̵̹̪̹͎͔̮̀̌̅͑̀͑̅̍͐̅̅͐̅̃̓̇̚͠ Theodore was no more.
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The Death of The Clown Priest of Caius 'Reverend' Father Theodore Kaczynski Brae Died after sustaining a second heart attack today and dying in his sleep. ??-32 3A. The Manifesto of Theodore Brae The Alchemical Revolution and its consequences have been a disaster for the descendent race. They have greatly increased the life-expectancy of those of us who live in "advanced" countries, but they have destabilized society, have made life unfulfilling, have subjected descendent-beings to indignities, have led to widespread psychological suffering and have inflicted severe damage on the natural world with smogger machines. The continued development of technology will worsen the situation. It will certainly subject descendent beings to greater indignities and inflict greater damage on the natural world, it will probably lead to greater social disruption and psychological suffering, and it may lead to increased physical suffering even in "advanced" countries. The alchemical-technological system may survive or it may break down. If it survives, it MAY eventually achieve a low level of physical and psychological suffering, but only after passing through a long and very painful period of adjustment and only at the cost of permanently reducing descendent beings and many other living organisms to engineered products and mere cogs in the soul machine. Furthermore, if the system survives, the consequences will be inevitable: There is no way of reforming or modifying the system so as to prevent it from depriving people of dignity and autonomy. If the Alchemical system breaks down the consequences will still be very painful. But the bigger the system grows the more disastrous the results of its breakdown will be, so if it is to break down it had best break down sooner rather than later. I therefore advocate a revolution against the alchemical system. This revolution may or may not make use of violence; it may be sudden or it may be a relatively gradual process spanning a few decades. I can't predict any of that. This is not to be a POLITICAL revolution. Its object will be to overthrow not governments but the economic and technological basis of the present society, merely destroy the alchemics. -Theodore Brae
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FEAR-GAWD'RAGUK hears the cries of the faithless on the divine winds, frowning deeply amid his studies in the HOLY SEE. "ZURELI THERE WILL BE ZOME WHU DU NUB ANZWUR DA KALL. MAY GAWD HAVE MERZI UPON DEM, FOR DA URUKHIM AGH KOR ZHALL NUB." The goblin shed tears and prayed, clearing his calendar to attend the summons.
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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) I look directly at the old hag for a few seconds, then slightly smirk. I sit down cross legged on the cushion. "I'll tell you a story, and you can decide if it is mine." I take a deep breath and change to a more serious expression. "A child was born in a city, he grew up with loving parents. They were all devout Canonists and spent their lives working hard and being righteous, honest people. One day, when the kid had grown up, he started to question the power that people in the church held. Why did common people hold such power, when in this land there was true magic that could be wielded? This man now yearned to harness a greater power. When he questioned a local Canonist authority on how to harness this power he was shut down and told to follow the seven virtues, especially humility" I take a break in my story and take out a flask, maybe containing water. Without breaking eye contact I take a sip. "Now I ask you, why does humility have to limit our greatness as humans? Would it break a virtue to try and discover more power? I don't think so. I am in search of a mage that can teach me how to wield magic. That is the story. If there is more to it, more, depth, darkness, that is something that you can make out for yourself."
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A woman stood alone overlooking a field, staring down at the letter with a confused look. "...yeah, I'm good. I don't think that corpse of a nation is in much of a position to make demands of me." She declared with a shrug, tossing the paper aside and letting it be taken by the wind without a care.
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Liriana smiled, once she saw the sign up notice. What luck, she thought. She rummaged through her bag, taking the case of her favorite quill, opened it up and said "Liriana O. Oscura". She watched the quill write the words she had just announced for her on the notice board. Hopefully a response will be given soon.
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From the depths of some dark, forgotten cave, the once Felix Wick reads the announcement and for only a brief moment feels a surge of regret for what had happened. A consideration for the few family he had cared for once upon a time ran through his mind. A desire to perhaps return to how things once where. Then his mind grims, his thoughs dower. The whispers of The Helmet inform him of such weakness, and drive it out from his soul. There is only now a creature which knows how to hate. But more then anything it hated itself.
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❖———————————✞———————————❖ The VVicksmoot of 2012 ❖———————————✞———————————❖ The Wicksmoot started as any other, with the airing of grievances. No grievances were held, save for the deaths of both Glim Wick, and Georgiana Wick. Such a great loss of life with two Wicks perishing in such a short time has hit the clan hard. Rare is it, so rare it requires an official response to prevent further loss of life. Hereby, it is prohibited for any Wick youth to enter the burial caves beneath the Wickwald, and likewise no adult should enter alone, nor without ample weaponry. Spiderlings of all sorts have taken hold, and will need to be exterminated in the Mercyflame and routed from our sacred grounds. Only once the spiderling menace is removed may we safely bury and respect our dead. The election for Grand Wick was next on the docket, and a close election it was. First it was Yuria Wick, a young and emboldened Wick who has done much for the Wick name, a young and purehearted horendaughter through and through. A long breath awaited, would she be Grand Wick by default? More moments passed until Casimir Wick took to a stand. Both Wicks spoke their piece on how they would act as Grand Wick, how they would improve Broomtown and the County as a whole- and then, it was time to vote. A close vote was held, each Wick present voted until.. Three candles for Yuria Wick. And Five for Casimir Wick. Casimir Wick was named Grand Wick, the One. Hereby, as my first order of Wickdom, as the Grand Wick, the One and Sole, I name Yuria Wick the new Speaker of the Wicks. As a scribe may she work to uphold the tenets of the Canon, and to keep Wickdom alive and thriving. Likewise will she take up office whenever a Lord or Grand Wick is absent. Secondly, within the next week, we shall hold mayoral elections for Broomtown. Any resident of Broomtown may run, even non Wicks! Keep an eye out for the ballot box which will reside in the center of town. A time will be chosen to determine candidates, and allow them a platform to speak their ideas on how to expand and upkeep the town. May the light of Vic guide, and may the Mercyflame bring God’s light to our humble land. We are not done yet ❖———————————✞———————————❖ Casimir Wick, the One, Grand Wick
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“Finally!” exclaimed the newly named Lord af the Wickwald “Now it’s time to get Wicked!”
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THE RETURN OF THE SIRAME Revival of the Ancient Seeds Posted on the 216th Year of the Second Age To the people of Nevaehlen, Before I became Chieftess of my own seed, the Vulnrith, I was a Chieftess of the Sirame Seed alongside my Haelun, Awaiti Sirame. The Sirame were created by her, named after Irrin Sirame, the mother of the Mali’ame. They are the Forestborn, devoted to faith and guidance, and known for becoming the most devout and educational priests. Their patron and ilmyumier are of Taynei’hiylu, the Green Dragon Spirit and Transcendent Druid. It is a beautiful and important Seed, full of history and wisdom for the next generation. After the unfortunate and tragic passing of Awaiti Sirame, the titles of Chieftain and Chieftess went to Oryl and Aedrie Sirame, until Awaiti’s own daughter Irrin Sirame became old enough to take the mantle herself. That time has come, and Irrin is now Chieftess, but she is currently traversing the wilds, as are Oryl and Aedrie. With the official permission of Chieftess Irrin Sirame, and Arle Sirame who is a long-standing member of the Seed, I shall be teaching about the Sirame Seed and giving out their trials. Those made Sirame under me will receive their ilmyumier, and will keep my Haelun’s Seed alive. Aspects Guide, Sonna Vulnrith Any Nevaehli interested in learning more about the Sirame, and possibly joining, please sign your name below. Ahernan
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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Quincy eyes the old woman cautiously but seeing no immediate threat, he sits down in a criss cross position. "Well if you must know," he says rubbing his chin "then let's start from the beginning." "25 years ago, my father, Adam Kaos, was a priest to The Church of Canon. He was a very holy man who devoted his life to it." "That was until, he fell in love with one of the penitents he was supposed to absolve. They were happy together for nearly 3 years." "Until of course, one thing led to another and she was pregnant. Adam was furious. He never wanted a child and blamed his former lover. It got so bad he fled Apostolic City never to be seen again." "The woman died months later from childbirth with the only thing she had left her child was a name and a promise for her." The old had raised her eyebrows in curiosity. "And what is that promise?" Quincy unsheathed his small dagger and began to polish it with a rag from his pocked in front of the hag. "To find and kill the sonavbitch who left me and my mother to die."
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BOB the WICK HATER stands outside Wickwald WICK CASTLE with a shirt that says "WICKS ARE VILLAINS! DOWN WITH THE WICKS! WICK NO FLICK! WICK NO LICK! IF YOU LIKE WICK, I DONT GIVE A FRICK! WICKS? MORE LIKE BITCH! KAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAK! WIIIIIICK! AUUUUUUUUUUGH! WIIIIIIIIICK! AUUUUUUUUUGH!"
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Opium chronic Wick hates Fionn
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Weed Barley Wick would wake up from a long nap, his hair matted and his eyes crusted, he rubs the rot from his eyes as he looks at a piece of paper left by his cotside, he opens up the paper, reading it over. His head nods. "Good for Fionn, i'm proud." He says, before laying back down to fall asleep again to escape the nightmare that was being awake.
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[!] Missives are sent throughout the land by way of courier rat. A large collection of the missives are found in the Lowlands, along lemon trees and in the gutters of Ivorian sewers. ❖———————————✞———————————❖ Transferring of the Wickwald Title Written by Casimir Wick on the 12th of Malin’s Welcome ❖———————————✞———————————❖ For well over a decade, the Lord Goran Wick of the Wickwald has led and served the Wicks well. Being the first to bring candles to the cursed land dubbed the ‘Wickwald’, prior it had been host to several phenomena. The first few weeks were filled with hardship, as both tools and supplies for building the camp disappeared in the night. Gargantuan holes in the very earth were uncovered, layers of dirt missing, and at night a terrible ‘galunga galunga’ would echo from the tree lines. By lead of Goran Wick, candles were lit and brought to the far reaches of the woods, fearing the strange phantasmal force that has since left the land. Likewise he served well as the lead of the Alban guard, building up their main reserves of armor and weapons, and likewise training a squadron of guards that protected the city of Elizabeth. The very likes of Broomtown only exist due to his ability to plead the Wick case, granting us a humble slice of land to call our own. So it is with heavy heart that it is announced, Goran Wick is stepping down from the Lordship of the Wickwald, known by the title Warwick. In his steed, he names Fionn Wick his rightful heir. Hereby the title of Lord Wick of the Wickwald is granted to Fionn Wick, and gains all land holdings, titles, and rights bestowed upon the Lord Wick that Goran once held. Long live Fionn Wick, Lord of the Wickwald! ❖———————————✞———————————❖ Goran Wick, Once Lord af the Wickwald Casimir Wick, Speaker af the Wickwald
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