ROYAL DECREE REGARDING THE WICKWALD INVESTIGATION

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ROYAL DECREE 

— REGARDING —

THE WICKWALD INVESTIGATION

DATED THE 12TH OF THE SNOW’S MAIDEN, IN THE YEAR 208 OF THE SECOND AGE

 

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BY THE WILL AND AUTHORITY OF THE WHITE THRONE

 

   Let it be known that Felix Wick is a necromancer. Following the presentation of evidence to the Crown, and a subsequent raid and search conducted by the Order of the White Tower, it has been determined that the Wickwald, property of the Wick family, is host to necromantic paraphernalia, and likely has been a gathering site for the wicked. Accordingly, the following is declared as a matter of law, effective immediately:

 

   FIRSTLY, all territories comprising the Wickwald shall be immediately reclaimed into Royal custody, and all titles thereto related dissolved, so that the land might be searched in its entirety and cleansed of darkness properly.

 

   SECONDLY, all members of the Wick family who wish to plead their innocence in this manner are summoned to appear before the White Court in two Saint’s Days to prove their lack of dark affiliation before all gathered.

 

   The Crown furthermore wishes to commend and express gratitude to the soldiers of Garenbrig and Al’Ildic, as well as the men of Hyspia, for their aid at all levels of this investigation so far. Particular commendations are directed to Lady Maerîl and Lord Edwyn of Al’Ildic and Princess Lôminzil Aranuiriel for their efforts in organization and communication throughout this endeavor.

 

— UTÚLI’EN AURË —

 

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SIGNED,

HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of the House Arthalionath, by the Grace of GOD, Queen of the Númenedain, Princess of Númenost and Minas Amath, Protector of the Adunians, Master of the Sharadûn, Templar Justiciar of the Archangel Michael, Knight of the Realm

 

HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE GREY PRINCE, Aranuir Caranethion, Dagnir Delgorthada of the House Arthalionath, Prince of the Númenaranyë, Lord-Commander of the Gray Company, Templar of the Archangel Michael, Knight of the Realm

 

[gavyn 1362]

Goran sheds a tear, hearing of every Wick having a blade to their throat, even the children... A most sad day to go down in the books of Wickstory.

[wowj 9747]

Rihal Wick's eyes nearly pop out of his skull at the decree. "...Ruh-Roh."

[Irene 471]

A certain flame-haired Princess quietly gazed upon the missive, a hollow look within those silver eyes. She remembered the execution of Felix, and it would haunt her the rest of her days... Silent tears for a potential friend that was lost to evil.

[Javert 9615]

"My Lord...we are vindicated..." spoke Ser Meili Altwegg as he addressed his liege-lord, Atticus Keen @HeyitsNano

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[latte 2238]

"They really hate to see a Wick winning!" Cried out Georgiana Wick in despair as she was transported to her next cell....

 

 

 

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

Glim supposes he will have to plead his innocence in Numendil, and teach them that lumping together an entire group of people is bad! Wicks were all good in his eyes!

[HeyitsNano 1582]

7 minutes ago, Javert said:

"My Lord...we are vindicated..." spoke Ser Meili Altwegg as he addressed his liege-lord, Atticus Keen @HeyitsNano

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"Let us mourn for Wickdom...." muttered Atticus Keen, the Keen of Keens, as he prepared a plate of Ivori fondue for his child.

[RedeemedAidan 1125]

After the showdown, a Salazar sat in the Hyspian Church with his countenance blankly staring upon the altar. Once upon a time, he figured such an event would mean the end of his troubles, but now he was certain that this was but the beginning of the problems that he would come to face.

[Digit___ 1225]

An old Waldenic alchemist would receive a copy of the missive via a courier passing by his shop. A scowl formed across his wrinkled continence as he read within the comfort of his desk chair in his office.

“Heretics. . .” Klaus von Berkhoven hissed, gripping the edges of the parchment between his hands. Heretics were always the types of people he despised the most. “HERETICS, the whole lot of ‘em! Best sie meet ihr end at the sword for this affront to ALMIGHTY GOTT!” The Old Berkhoven shouted, being able to be heard within the square of La Dorada!

[Aquarius 87]

Arvel read the missive... and felt both satisfaction and hollowness. He hoped he argued well enough in trial against them, but still, that had left him exhausted. Either way, he would say he won that trial this day.

[Cheese 8883]

Juniper curled over her counter, fingernails digging into the skin of her face. How could this have happened? Her head was reeling from the trial; surely there was another explanation. 

Her trembling fingers snagged a pen and nearby paper, and scribbled furiously. And then she stormed through her house, searching for anything to relieve the familiar ache in her chest and business of her mind.

[TheBigBubbles 963]

The fiance of Levski Wick, Levski Wick who was still very much away and travelling took in a sharp breath, she'd pick their daughter up and hug her close to her chest, "We don't live in Numendil, we've not been to Numendil in years, we dont even know where the Wickwald is... If they expect us in... they're mad. If they expect your father in, they'll get a stern speaking to. You're going to be fine, Boudicca, okay?"

[Apotolofo 2206]

A blank yet distasteful stare was given to the missive. "Could have seen it coming." Tereza scoffed. "Never did like him. . ." Her cruel gaze shifted from that paper then, as she rose from her desk. "Poor Lomi. . ." At least, some sympathy had been found. 

[Security_ 2287]

A dejected Calaron Wick rides his horse through the Wickwald one last time. Staring at the cursed crypt, he could only sign the Hussariya before riding off, leaving the platemail of the Idunian Star in his stead. His home of over a decade was now a stinging memory, one cauterized upon an eye.