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RECLAMATION of ALL THINGS WICK



 

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[!] The missive would be sent en masse, carried by caravans of the notorious and afamed 

Wick Courier Rats™. Many of such letters would be received by the seeked hands, but the rest lay in gutters and common walkways - the pages staining in grime and filth. Ink splotches would be present, indicating mishaps during writing - the text, rough and shaky, as though written by somebody who had not, in a great while.

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The dawn of a new age is upon us. For Wickdom calls ME. I have slumbered far too long, so now I awake - and I awake far more hungry than ever. I write this in swift action to call upon two things;


 

FIRSTLY,  

The Reclamation of Property

                a. All things Wick, must be recognized as a right and deed of, His Excellency, Corbin Wick.

                b. Any title, landhold, organization, business, company, etcetera.. Must be withheld and all operations of such claim must be halted. The current claimant will bring all ledgers or documents of claim forth and await approval from, His Excellency, Corbin Wick.

                c. The title of, Grand Wick, or any overbearing title, will be given to, His Excellency, Corbin Wick. Such shall be done without issue or query.

 

SECONDLY,

The Denouncement of Posers

                a. All descendants of the line, Dominyk Wick, must be recognized as right bastards, parasites to the name and uphold of Wick. 

                b. All descendants of the line, Dominyk Wick, must here forth carry the name of Bole. The historical bastard title of Wick.

                c. Dominyk Wick must carry the name of Bole, along with his flocks of bastards. If he fails to do such he is to pay a tribute for each child, each year, until death. Such tribute will be offered and given as gift to, His Excellency, Corbin Wick.

 

LASTLY,

                All orders listed above must be completed in all respects due to, His Excellency Corbin Wick. If it is found that a Wick, or bastard of Wick, does not comply with such orders there will be consequence to pay. If any questions or concerns are about one's mind, send such to the office of, His Excellency, Corbin Wick.

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AND SO IT BE,

/s/ His Excellency, Archmagus Corbin Wick,

Host of All Wickdom, Grand Wick, Elector Wick, Aegis of Knowledge, Grand Curator of the Hexenbridge Archives, the Spirit of Hexicanum, Founder of the Table, Harbinger of the South, Augur of Blackwald, Earthen Might of Southbridge, Viscount of Reau Pond, Baron of Kerzenwick, First Keeper of Dobrov, True Heir to the Wickwald, etcetera etcetera...

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"HE IS NOT THE RAT KING!" Bellowed a senile old woman, married into the Wick family.  She was then silenced by her aids, treated with drowsing remedies to quiet her crazed yelling again.

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Somewhere, deep in the earth, a creature stirs in it's coffin... 

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A man screams.

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The true Rat King 1978083710_download(1).thumb.png.41281981c3611a224b05b6488549a103.png 

Summons his banners and rallies his rats in order to bring great death and ruination to a pretender who broke with tradition. He had no issue killing problematic Wicks, he had done so before.

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W I C K    W A R

 

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"Juniper didn't do nothin wrong," A schizo Oyashiman said to no one in particular as he sniffed red oil fumes.

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"Get a load of this imbecile," the Princess harked as she showed her son and husband the amusing missive.

 

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Calanthe Wick was observed sauntering over to her brother Barley and handing him the letter. "Who the **** is he? Are there more of us?"

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Creeping his way through the dead of night, an ancient Wick tacks another missive to his wall. “Stirring the pot as always!” He cackled.

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Wandering the walkways, a self proclaimed "holy healer," comes across the missive in an alley - staring at its wording and releasing a guttural bellow and wandering on, swinging his various lanterns and lorraines as he went. 

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