Burlous Wick

Burlous Wick is Dead Aged 97 years old Writer, Physician, Warrior, Tinkerer, Former Assistant Lawspeaker Years spent alone in his house, writing frivolous books and tales of galivanting adventurers that would never reach the press. Burlous Wick had a simple life for a retired veteran. A routine that was right as rain; wake up, write novels, check the stock of Cogwick's and then return home to bed. The morning was quaint, the sun shone through the stained glass of his window, basking the old man in a deep emerald and blue haze as the bird's melody had stirred him awake. As he struggled to put on his spectacles there was something wrong. A sinking feeling in his stomach, a feeling of depth that had not made itself present before this very moment. This precious thing we call life is a slow burning candle, and this Wick knew that his time had arrived. There was no panic, no fear, just acknowledgement. Burlous rose out of his bed, his mechanical soul-bonded cat Cordelious followed him down into his study as he wrote a final letter to be delivered by the aviary. There was no one to call to, no one Burlous wanted to burden death with as it loomed over everyone already with the passing of so many as of recently. Memories of the first years spent in Minitz flash before his very eyes in a whirlwind of emotions, he uttered through the dull pain; "I went from being no one, to something greater than myself... for a while in my lonely life, I had people I could call comrades. I had friends." As Burlous lay in his bed. Cordelious, crawled up next to him as he drew his final breath. The soul bond flickers for but a moment before whirring to a stop - leaving two husks in the bed. The Wick had burnt out, and all that was left was the Wax.

Peering out onto the horizon from his balcony, the smoke from Burlous's cigar would cloud his face... A single tear would trickle down ever so gently down the wrinkled cheek of the man, hoping the wisps of smoke would hide his demeanor; Burlous would whisper into the fading sunset. “Goodbye my friend, may we meet again.”

IGN: Burwik RP Name: Burlous Wick Von Minitz Persona ID: 80835

Burlous would hear throughout the streets of Minitz of the ceremony taking place, chuckling to himself; "The lad found himself a lady, how time flies..." He would say to himself before continuing to work on his next book

"A wonder it is to see how far some people can grow" Burlous would say while smiling.