Corrupted Kin

[Linguini 53]

Beware of the corrupted : Fionn Wick 

 

Let it be known far and wide that Fionn Wick, once of kinship, has fallen into the vile embrace of a tainted soul.

 

After death he has risen.

 

Fionn Wick  is to be no longer to be considered a Wick, but a wretch of death, blight amongst the living, and a danger to those who cross his path. 

Actions of Fionn Wick has forsaken bonds in the family and its honor.

Where once stood a kind and honest man of promise, now lays an empty husk twisted by foul magics.

His presence breeding misfortune, and his schemes bringing ruin. 

- Let none be deceived by his words, influence, and antics. 
- If laid eyes upon him. Warn other.  Steel your hearts.

- Let none show mercy.

 

The Wicks are to rebuke such behavior and cleanse Broomtown that of which we call our homestead.

 

 

 

Edited March 10, 2025 by Linguini

[KillerMaid 636]

Malna Loa'chil was sat in a room, her only friend the wheelchair she used as she recovered. She lost her friend, she lost her limbs, and now she finally has confirmation about Fionn.

 

"That man did everything that was said to Sergey... and yet people still didn't believe him." she crumpled the missive, tossing it aside as she went to open a book. Perhaps to ignore the feeling or to think of something else

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

"Fork found in silverware drawer." said evil wick Tulip.

[latte 2238]

In a mountain far away from civilization,  a disowned Wick slammed down the missive. 

“i was right. I will never forget.” She shivered, could it be that Woltaines curse had truly taken hold of her family? 

[TaraJess 2848]

Johanna shoved the missive in a desk drawer and slammed it shut. Her shoulders tensed, and her head found her hands. Somewhere deep down, she blamed herself for this path he has taken. Still, she would continue to pray for the day he was permanently laid to rest.

[Navigator 4260]

"Oh no! A Wick has gone evil?" Exclaimed Owyn. "Whatever shall we do?"

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

Krysti grimaces, disappointment painting her features.

That's how she feels. Deeply disappointed. 

 

He really did give up on his dreams.

Maybe that's why they're called childhood dreams. Some of them are meant to be left behind. But not like this. Never like this.

 

Just more reason to never give up on her own. Never to stray.

 

No, never to stray...

[TheOnlyTub 550]

Standing over his workbench in the cave-lair of the Tri-State a Wick labored over some ill-intended trinket or malady infused substance. A pitter patter and the sound of tiny bones on the stone floors of the workshop announced the arrival of a small skeleton, a rat, carrying in its tiny mouth a missive.

A Wick No More

 

An indescribable rage filled the Once-Lord, the Once-Living, and now the Once-Wick. He smashed the rat skeleton that brought him this news, scattering its bones across the table and picked up the missive. A bone-gloved hand rapped on the table in a rhythmic pattern as the necromancer thought. "After everything I have done for the ingrates..." he hummed in dissatisfaction "It was my singular request that they stay out of my business, but alas. If a deal cannot be upheld on one end, why should I be the virtuous one?" and he pocketed the missive. Fionn a Wick no longer began to prepare, after all, there were many people that were owed a comeuppance, and who better than him to enact his justice?

[TwistChunky 321]

"Will you all remember me when I am gone?"  Those were the last words she heard her friend utter, before he disappeared into the night, never to meet again.

 

"Oh, Fionn, I do not think this is the legacy you meant to leave behind." Olenya did utter quietly as her eyes looked over the missive. She thought he was dead. She'd mourned for him. The man who'd turned down the wrong road and became fearful of the light that was provided on his path. 

 

All wicks burn out eventually. This one, it seemed, would not be snuffed out as easily as she'd been led to believe. 

 

 

[Marthia 273]

For the first time in a long time, Ser Russandiel Wick was home, in the homestead of the family she had marked herself to. For once, a deep sense of relief bloomed and flowed through her. Knowing all that has occurred, and finding peace with knowing it was over.

Or... was it? 

A courier rat scurried into the office she had confined herself to, bearing Yuria's missive.

"Finally," she murmured, a slighted, scornful tone in her voice. "All will finally know what I have insisted upon. Justice will be served, whether by my hands or another's."

She then thought about the agreement that had been made. A promise to protect. A furrow creased her brow, and a twinge of regret surfaced. She carefully folded the missive. It was, indeed, just another challenge, another thing to prepare for. She stood and hurried from the small confines of the office. Once more, an armored Wick decided against idleness.

[confusedjester 813]

Julia the Finch remembers when she was offered to become WICKed, over a decade ago now… 

 

Especially since the herald, once her friend,  Paulina von Kerzenwick tried to kill her, and now Fionn… Julia is undoubtedly sure that she made the right decision.