Old News Becomes New News

[Marthia 273]

 

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This missive is sent far and wide, from the fields of Númendil and beyond.

 

Old News Becomes New News

 

Let it be known on this day,

The 18th of The Grand Harvest, Year 237 of the Second Age

 

One once known as Willow Wick, born of our blood and bound by our name, has strayed far beyond the reach of redemption. Despite all efforts made, it is with a heavy and aching heart that Lord Russandiel Wick, alongside the elder Wicks, has come to a judgement.

Willow’s birthright shall be forfeited. Her claim as an heir to Wick, revoked.

In choosing a path of demonhood, she has not only abandoned her kin, but cast a deeper shadow upon a name already steeped in scorn. Her betrayal has brought shame to the house that called her daughter, and silence amongst those who loved her- left reeling at the fact that this was her choice. 

By decree of Lord Russandiel Wick, the one once called Willow is henceforth stripped of her title as Speaker, for the short time she was chosen for the role. 

Thus, by word of the Lord Wick, she is cast out. Let no heart ache for her, no door open, no voice rise in her defense. Let the bond be broken in full, as it was willed to be so.

Let the flame remember her only as a warning.
Even those born in warmth may be lost to the dark,
And that mercy ends where darkness begins.

 

Such betrayal shall never again be tolerated within Clan Wick.

 

 

"WE ARE NOT DONE YET"

The Vengeful Rat, Lord Wick, Master of Councils of the White Court, Scribe of the Radiant Guard, Marshal of the Candlebearers, Ranger of Númenost, Knight of the Realm.

[confusedjester 811]

A small ginger Wick cheered!

 

"WE ARE NOT DONE YET!!!!!!"

[latte 2238]

Seiryu Hina glanced at the missive, uninterested in gaijin politics.  Yet, she could feel the grief of having yet another life be snuffed out by those of Ibleesian influence. but she didn't dwell. With a yawn, she moved back into her abode, to bury herself in her basement alchemical lab.

 

   But Georgiana Wick woke up in a cold stupor, gasping for breath as if she had just been born once again. The woman's hand moved to her face, touching the flesh. Her  brows furrowed. A scowl overtook her face as she read the missive, newly delivered. Maybe it was time to return home after many years of non existence. One wick in, one Wick out. 

 

And in a small field of wheat, Araminta Wick shed a tear for her favorite cousin. Her hands balled into a fist, and the missive was torn up to decorate the earth with. she would have to talk to Russandiel about this, certainly. 

 

[Linguini 53]

The Grand-Wickess of ve Wick Wick Wick - With a dimly lit candle upon the desk.

Reads the missive, and double checks!

 

 Thoroughly she thought about how she gave Willow a chance. 

It gave her peace. Yet understood the choice made with the missive. 

 

Folding it away she began to think of a replacement . . . . 

 

 

 

 

 

[rose6614 244]

The former Willow Wick balled up the missive after reading it. She held back her tears as she threw the paper away, throwing away her WICK name with it.

[lemonke 6014]

"A wick being evil?!" A Old templar(not from Numendil) exclaimed in surprise in her home! She couldn't believe it.

[Frostdrop1 1843]

Sable claws raked down a pinned missive, tearing it with a ferocity until its edges fluttered in the wind. For a brief moment. Reinhard snarled in some protective stupor, and his mind raced to pick apart the many claims Russandiel had given over the years. She lived, of course, to none of them. 

 

Once his thoughts had thoroughly out-paced the energy he had to give, his palm instead laid flat to still the parchment.

 

"Good riddance."

 

The words merited the faintest of breathy chuffs, almost a laugh for what he could afford of it. Breath and effort, wasted.

 

"Go beat the rest of vyr brood bloody, insolent witch."

[ChainedDragons 1374]

Nickolai stares at the paper looking it over a few times. The 14 year old frowns finally, ripping the page in half. "they weren't good enough for vy eam sister.. vy don't belong with a family of hypocrites anyway." Nickolai tosses the paper over the Numendil moat. "Eam glad vy are coming home..."

[Security_ 2287]

"'Don't beat your kids,' the bastard whines to me. Don't turn mine into a demon, howaboutthat?" Father Casimir drunkenly mumbles, tossing a piece of mail, as well as the missive into a fire. 

[Turbo_Dog 3566]

Spuds read on briefly. Only needing the first paragraph as he then used the missive as stuffing for a pillow with other papers as he flopped back on it and lazed about for the day in a room filled with writings and sketches 

[gavyn 1362]

Goran recalls saying this would happen right before it happened. "Told ya so." He says while giving Elder Wick Kuvnag'Ungri'Wick a bump of the fist.

[ArcticPingu 31]

As Edward's most faithful rat "Hendrix' handed him the missive, his eyes would scan the page for a brief moment, before crumpling it up and tossing it into his hearth. "Hmph, just beat tha' child fer no reason ah' guess... waste o' mah time."