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Corbin furrows his brow, visibly confused. “This is so terribly confusing” The Wick says, scratching at his cheek with that same puzzled look remaining.

IGN (MC Username): _Gavyn

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Corbin stares at the wall of his confines, terrified of what might have happened to his beloved cousin. He couldn’t help but draw conclusions and worry the same would happen to him. The Wick would not be seen outside for months, surely to run out of food and water soon. If anybody were to look at him or be in his presence they could almost feel the pain and grief he was experiencing.

Corbin misses Arminius and hopes for all charges against his kinsmen to be dropped. 

Corbin sheds a tear as he reads over the response, a quiet applause coming from the Wick. “Beautiful..” He’d finish packing his belongings from Vasiland and make his way to the capital of man.

Corbin forgives the Stafyr for misspelling his name in this letter and still waits in Wickdom with open arms, ready to take Hekto in.

10 minutes ago, HurferDurfer1 said:

Mr R.A.T plasters many anti totalitarian posters on the drab and uninspired walls of Reza 

Corbin quickly takes up some posters, helping Mr. RAT in the effort.

Corbin spits to the ground, his head giving a few shakes as he hears of this. “Damn beasts leading a corrupt system, putting a man to death for his own innocent opinion.” The Wicks nose scrunches as he kicks a few rats that got loose from the herd.

Corbin spits to the ground when hearing about the summoning of his cousin. “They continue to say they don’t suppress opinion and idea..” The Wick would snicker, shaking his head with a grin, knowing that Oskar is innocent.

Corbin blinks, not believing his cousin would apologize so easily.

Corbin scrunches his nose as he placed the letter to a table he sat before, letting out an annoyed sigh while leaning back in his seat. “Hypocrisy.. Nonetheless it is good to see initiative towards change.” He’d scoff to anybody listening. His hand went up to pinch the bridge of his nose, his other retrieving his journal and quill. His posture straightening as both hands fell to the parchment and quill, setting off to begin writing.

A Thought On Thinking

I write this letter in response to recent actions taken against my kin, the Family and many Clans of Wick, who are facing a certain oppression to the speech of my people; silenced by the system we swore to protect.

As questions are asked and a natural process of curiosity occurs, people are so quick to smother the newborn flame of thought that emerges from a “free” man. Today I witnessed multiple people confronted by the Haeseni guard force and harassed for the simple action of thinking and sharing that thought.

What separates us from man and beast? What makes us human? Perhaps you might find the answers to these questions in oneself. But I would certainly advise against looking for it within this societal beast that has been created, as it would only drive you further from a resolution and blur lines even more so than before.

So often a concept of “natural rights” comes up in discussion and law, yet nobody has ever defined or discussed what these so called “rights” are. I believe a freedom of thought, among many others, should be afforded to a person as a “natural right” at birth. I asked before what separates man from beast- In personal opinion, and after much thinking I believe it to be the process of thought.

The idea of thought is a very personal one, and will vary in definition from person to person. I believe it to be as simple, yet delicate as life; you are surrounded by it. This could be very much what makes us human, as most things seem as natural to society or man are products of thought. Conversation, opinion, argument, agreement, law, order, peace, anarchy, etc etc.. all these are born of a single thought, which leads to an action.

To say one's thought and idea is dangerous and even in some cases treasonous is absurd! If one wishes to speak against a system he sees as corrupt or wrong, should this be seen as a crime? For this man would have done nothing wrong apart from offer his own opinion and thought on a situation he saw as wrong. To silence the thought of people is to silence life, diversity, and prosperity. A silent mind will do nothing to further a society it is of, a waste of potential. It is a natural right everybody is promised with the breath of life, to take it away should be treason.

A beast knows what it is born to do, nothing more nor less. It does not think before acting, rather acts on instinct; this is what makes a beast. They hunt when hungry, follow when ordered, and attack when threatened; this is all they know. You could compare the recent actions of the Haeseni Crown and Guard to those of a beast. Blind and violent. Thinking little of what they are doing, just acting when threatened. Too often do they use poor ideology, trying to police the thoughts of others and silence them for a simple critique by charging with slander in attempts to scare them from speaking out further. I see no thought behind these actions. The beast of the system corrupting the minds of man.

One must use this natural right afforded to them and make it clear they are human, use it as though their life depends on it. We must prove we are not beasts, think before actions are made, think before you can’t anymore.. 

Ask yourself this one question: Is to think as valuable as to breathe?

With this I ask you to keep in mind the words of my dear cousin, Oskar.

Signed,

Corbin Wick

A Thinking Man.

*To the back of this letter would be a copy of a piece written by Oskar Wick*

On Haeseni Freedom

AGAB

Corbin sits in the square of New Reza reading his cousin’s work, with the constant buzz going around he couldn’t help but smile to the constant mention of the name Wick. He’d pull out a leather bound journal and began flipping through old notes of his. “My turn..” The Wick muttered quietly to himself as he retrieved a quill and some ink from his satchel. With ink to the quill he’d press it to the parchment and begin writing.

3 hours ago, HurferDurfer1 said:

 

Mr Rat reads this part and says to those strong powerful WICKS around him "This is just a straight up bold faced lie."

Corbin blinks slowly as he listens to the metal man, ultimately to nod a agreement with him. “You’re right Ratticus, absolutely correct!” With that he’d slam his fist on the table he sat at.

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MC Name: _Gavyn

Character's Name: Corbin Wick

Character's Age: 25

Character's Race:

         Highlander

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Earth Evocation

Teacher's MC Name:

         _Security

Teacher's RP Name:

         Goliath

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         I do

Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         I am

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For Wicks to be barons again

Corbin Wick offers a thumbs up!

Corbin nods along as he reads along with the words written by the Friar. “Good on you Mister Boniface, they will listen soon enough.” He’d say with an appreciative nod. After folding the letter away Corbin would finish his refreshing glass of Wick Chamberpot Wine.

Corbin nods as he reads along the letter, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sets said letter down. “Surely reform is to come of this, no?”

Will be missed

Corbin Wick doesn’t exactly understand what he is reading, but nonetheless supports the ideas and work of his idol, Boniface. Stating simply “I want to be just like Boniface when I grow up!”

The pile of bones the is Siegmund Wick, rattles in response.