WE DO NOT FORGET

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Written and Issued by Georgiana Beda Wick

Issued On The 24 of Suns Smile 2004

 

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WE DO NOT FORGET.

 

We shall never forget the Iblessian path our nephew Felix Wick has chosen. The shame he has brought upon the Wick family will not be forgotten, nor the hardship we have endured as a result of his actions.

 

The path of necromancy leaves no chance for redemption in life or death, especially in the family Wick. Thus, we renounce him in the name of the Lord and separate ourselves from his actions in his Iblessian-led life. He is no longer Wick.  May the lord have mercy upon his soul.

 

WE DO NOT FORGET.

The entire family was rounded up - cousins, children, mothers, brothers, and sisters. We were herded into the cold, stone cells of Hyspia, then dragged through the shadowed halls to the Numendil Throne Room.

In days long past, the Wickfolk were mercilessly hunted, not for any crime of their own, but simply for bearing the name of Wick. Their bloodline alone was enough to mark them for death. Families were torn apart, slain without reason. These stories, grim and tragic, are passed down through the generations; a tale of the suffering our kin endured, a legacy of oppression that has shaped who we are.

But as history teaches, there can always be worse. And the actions of the Numendil royalty have shown us this truth with an unrelenting cruelty.  The Family Wick took no part in Felix’s crimes, nor held any knowledge of such activities. yet in Numendil, the crime of one means for the punishment of all.

Our family was tested as darkspawn. All of us were found innocent, and yet.

1. They blinded a Wick who was already half blind. Both eyes were sliced out. He was innocent of all crimes.
2. They took one eye and broke the jaw of a Wick. He was innocent of all crimes.
3. They almost beheaded A Wick - the only “evidence” being of a person unnamed, and un-present. They said There is no trial, there is only the word of the monarchy which is truth. They took both her hands. She was innocent of all crimes.
4. They broke the jaw of a Wick child and cut off his tongue. He almost bled out and drowned in his blood. He was innocent of all crimes.
5. They branded all of the Wicks present with the eye of Iblees, the mark of the traitor, under the knowledge that the Wicks had no part, or no knowledge of Felix Wick’s dark deeds.

This is not justice. This is tyranny. This is Wickophobia.

WE DO NOT FORGET.

 

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The One, Georgiana Wick, Grand Wick,

TMW, Goran Wick, Lord af the Wickwald

 

 

TMW, Casimir Wick, Speaker af the Wickwald

 

 Glim Wick,

 

 

 

 

 

[King_Kunuk 3022]

From the deepest depths of HELL, while waiting for those of the darkness to raise him back to life, Felix Wick glares at the message, "How dare they accuse me of Ibleesian Worship! I'll let you know I am an avid follower of the Horned Lord!"

[GMRO 6187]

"If he is not a Wick, is he a Wock? A Wack? A... Wonk?" Chimed the budding philosopher, Alric. "I must ponder this."

[Bethinwonderland 2213]

The missive was handed to a young woman sitting in a tire swing. Her head shook as she read, "Tell that to the things un-living in your family's crypts." These thoughts were kept to herself, though, only heard in her mind. As she continued to read, her heart dropped. Surly, the ones who truly didn't know didn't deserve to be tortured as they were. What could a child have done to warrant such a punishment? There had to be more to this story.

[Security_ 2287]

Upon greener pastures a nest of Wicks can be heard lamenting, yet merrymaking as family was once more brought together. Their drunken songs filled the air…

 

 

[ChillDemonLad 170]

The boy reads through the missive carefully on one of his many trips to Numendil, horror seeping into his feature. All of this, for one necromancer? An entire family full of suffering?

It was horrendous. A mental note was made to avoid angering the crown.

[CaffeinatedCrow 259]

An in-law to the Wicks reads upon the missive in near horror- the sickly woman finding both disgust and sorrow for her part family. "How could they trial those who had no part to play in such things? I hope my in-laws are alright.. and Luthia too.." She questions to herself quietly, giving a deep sigh as she sets aside the missive and tries to drink some broth to soothe her sickly frame.

[HeyitsNano 1582]

"This is wickocide," pondered a long dead in-law of the Wicks.

[lemonke 6014]

"Is this justice? Is this Numendil?" An automaton of Numendil pondered upon hearing that its comrades, the wicks, were treated so poorly. Would an entire family punished for one person's mistakes justify any torture brought upon the innocent? This is what the machine asked unto itself. Thereafter, it grabbed anxiously at its Lorraine cross; for once, it would experience a new emotion. DOUBT. "This machine wonders. Is this God's light or Man's bane?"

[KidKrinkles 2044]

Victor did float in a bath tub, bubbles tastefully obscuring his form. His legs dangling over the lips of the wooden man-sized bucket, and arms spread over their sides as well. The hottest water those in a cave with nothing but snow and buckets could muster. He did quietly think to himself,

 

I wonder how Numendil is doing. I hope they didn't raid that one necromancer Wick's home without me. That'd be bad.

 

He'd slip down a little deeper into the bubbly, steaming waters, a rubber duck floating by, his cigarette poking over the water; curiously, unsoaked.

 

I'm sure it's fine.

[Frostdrop1 1843]

Reinhard, a devil scorned for much of his early years, peered on the missive with pity. Surely, things were not so black and white. And, yet, he could surely believe it so.

 

The torture described certainly sounded as if it were a blind mob. Somewhere, some distant sounds of cries and screaming rang in his ears - yet the it was such an implacable memory now that all he could recall, and in the moment did it mimic, that his heart clenched tight in fear.

 

With a quiet tut, he scorned the cruelty of the world. 

[NLThomas 1225]

The quiet shifting and rustling of fabric suddenly broken by a frightened scream in the night, echoing betwixt the empty stone walls. A mouth wide agape, the tongue once within left to a stump. The boy, not even sixteen, attempting to scream out into the night for help yet no words left him. The screaming turns hoarse, dry throat gasping for air with his hands wrapped around it, tears unceasing in its stream. 

There he sat, the young stubborn Wick, in the darkness of the night, his mind running wild with all sorts of thoughts of vengence and that faithful day when his tongue was cut out by the butcher. And in the darkness, between the attempts at cursing. The mute mind rages around like a violent storm,. Vengence brewing. And he never forgave, and he could never forget the pain and suffering he led, and he who wielded the knife.

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

"ahuh" said Glim as he resorts to begging on the streets

[gavyn 1362]

Goran is an innocent man and so is the rest of the Wicks. He will not forget, Wicks never forget.

Siegmund Wick also does not forget, but he does not forget different acts of violence...

@Nathan_Barnett36

[annanicole__ 2802]

Lorelei lit a candle for all the Wicks who had been wrongly accused. "May God be with all of the Wicks... may God be with us all" she whispered, her voice heavy with resolve. She would never forget.