Marthia

The elder Wick passed through the streets of Numendil, heard the news, and hastily scanned the short letter. Amid the clatter and constraints of her armor, Russandiel rushed home and sat down at her dining room table. What follows is her own letter—one that, of course, would never be sent. Instead, it was burned in the flame of a candle lit upon a shrine dedicated to fallen friends and loved ones. Among the falling ash, a prayer was whispered, pleading with GOD that the written words not fall on deaf ears, even in death. Anne, my dearest friend, In all these years we shared together, I always understood that life is not always as it appears. Skewed in many ways by perception. Loss is best at distorting it. Anne, my dearest friend, Rest well. You were so loved, and will always be remembered. In short passings, I was always made so light on my feet with your presence. Though I never knew if it brought you that same joy, you were a light in all things dark. Thank you. Flame guide, my friend. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Little Sascha, like her sister, had never known loss—until now. Amid the whirlwind of chaos, all she could do was stand and watch, powerless. Just last month, she had shared a carefree day with her Jadda. How could a moment so full of light turn so quickly into one filled with longing and sorrow? Why had Death come to greet her so soon, whispering its name before she was even old enough to grasp its meaning?

A brown rat scurries up the stairs, from a child's room to the master bedroom. As it nears the door, a light grey plush rat with large, frayed ears flapping in the gust charges! SQUEAAAAK!! A tussle! An all-out brawl! And finally, the light grey vermin emerges VICTORIOUS! Though a bit of stuffing spills from its side, it carries on with the brown one's mission—to deliver a letter to Russ. It was just another day for the little rats… How could they have known? An armored hand lowers to receive the letter. "Oh, Despereaux… what have you done now?" A light giggle escapes the woman before she unfolds the letter. Olive hues now greyed with age scan the short, scribbled message—then sorrow arrives, an unwelcome guest. "Oh, my son..." The whisper struggles past the suffocating grip sorrow has taken upon her throat. "You were never a bad Wick."

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.

A gentle hum, sweet as a bard’s lullaby, drifts through the hall as a newly wed clad in gleaming armor sways, the melody wrapping around her like a warm embrace. Russandiel Wick, with tresses long and silvered, watches over two babes nestled in swaddling cloth. Her gaze brimmed with tender devotion. As she leans upon the oaken crib’s edge, a small, plush rat scurries forth, bearing a parchment betwixt its tiny jaws. With furrowed brows, she takes the missive in hand. Olive eyes lingering upon a single word. Korvacz A hastened breath. Korvacz A downwards pull at the corners of her lips. Korvacz A subtle but restless rage. Finally, her glance tore away from the word and settled upon the newborns. "You will not be embarassed to be of Wick, my loves." An index lowers down to two reaching grasps, both sets of five grasping simultaneously at its curvature. "Byddwch yn gadarn ac yn gywir."

"Finally." The white-haired Adunian swayed and smiled ear to ear. From her home in Numenost, she would bound in and out of a frequented door. Preparations were in order!

Penned by Ser Revanda Russandiel Wyldcliffe Wyverns: Current Status Wyverns are known to destroy heavy weapons so they may not be used against them. They exhibit extremely territorial behavior. Best strategy upon combat is to aim for wings to render the beast flightless. They will hunt horses. Guard's main priority is to get people to safety and not engage with the beast. Ser Nathannenel and Eislyn are to scout a presumed nest location. Frost oil, Arctic mists, and tanglefoot are valuable for this mission. Will possibly place a Ballistae at the lair, coupled with alchemical-properties that are best suited to down the beasts. Underdark mission: Current Status Aim to burn a slime burrow in a particularly dicey location. The Númendil expedition team has been consolidated to one group for the time being. Laventers and the Order are working with one another to pass a Mori blockade. Uruks will see that the chasm is crossed. Oyashi are working on the siege-camp construction at fortress and seeing to intial assault in the process to placate. Numendil is to lead the final breach. The King’s Forest Witch Whoever kills the witch will receive triple pay for the year. The Witch is known as an infernal. She stays in the trees and uses indirect attacks, involving malflame and curses. Watch out for an imp companion and aim for whatever paper or books she uses. Note: Serjeant Wilfriche is promoted to Knight-Captain in Ser Eldacar’s resignation.

The white-haired Adunian woman took a seat in a dimly lit room. A fire lit in the kitchen casted a warmth as well as a fragrance of its embers. For the first time in a long time, the woman rested and reflected on all that had been. Ideas of Justice and goals for making her world a better place plagued her mind. It was all she ever thought about these days. Her eyes fell upon her left and dominant hand, she would be reminded of the interaction she'd had with the Witch in Reinmar. A scowl growing prevalent. Somehow, while sorting through papers, this missive had arrived. As she read it, her visible distaste only grew. Her new clay fingers but a reminder of the curse that had been laid upon her. "That's what I get fer bein' kind ta an old hag." She'd mutter, struggling to admire what good there was to this foul world.

Around all of Númendil and surrounding nations, this missive might be found posted. On this day, the 12th of Malin’s Welcome of the Year 217, it is decreed that one MALIK THE FREAK is to be hunted, and captured, and taken ALIVE to Númendil’s capital, The White City. Upon his arrival, MALIK THE FREAK refused to answer the riddles of the Tar, struck him, and then used magic to escape and fly from the city. Known for wielding dangerous magic, he may pose a significant threat to any hunter or huntress who seeks him out. He will be brought to justice before the eyes of the court, riddled, and judged for the heinous acts he committed. Rewards include 300 minas for whoever may bring him before the court ALIVE, and all thanks are given to those who seek JUSTICE in the land of Aevos.

The figure of a RAT could be heard throwing itself against a door along the walk of the White City. The armored Adunian would open it, only to find this creature with a missive in its mouth. Upon reading it, her paled and aging face hardened. "We should have collapsed that cave when we first found it." Moving toward the fire, which boiled a pot, she cast the missive into it. Then, reaching for one of the many candles she kept on the top shelf, she placed it upon her window and lit it. A hushed and saddened utterance escaping her lips. "Let naught yer fire die, my friend. Defy the fates, and let the fire guide thee."

The Adunian woman would sit at a desk, writing, sorting, and rearranging documents as light poured into the room from the window behind her. A cry of a bird could be heard at her window, screeching despite a missive in its beak. She would turn to take it, thanking the bird for doing its duty. "...By G-D. The Church has heard us." Abandoning her work, she would run to put on her set of silver armor, bearing a Numendain star across its chestplate. She would don her green cloak, whistling for her horse. A mutter under her breath would sound between heavy footsteps. "Let their prayers be answered."

Hello all! Just so you know, this post was originally intended to be a private letter. I made a mistake and did not outright say the word "private". Please do not metagame any information in this post unless it is brought to you by someone who is suppose to have knowledge of it. i.e. Nooblius, someone with a Wick character, or otherwise shown it IRPly. Thank you!

Please do not Metagame this information if you are not @Nooblius, have a Wick character, or have been otherwise shown the document IRPly. THE FAMILY WICK: VICTIMS PARADED AS VILLIANS A Private Report and Petition to HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Anorhil Antonius Harren of the House Arthalionath, Crown Prince of Númenost, Seneschal of the Temple Penned by Russandiel Wyldcliffe || Year 214 The writing and documents below articulate the innocence of the family Wick of Wickident of 208, the injustice that followed, and reasoning to lift the Wick banishment from the land. In this report, I, Russandiel Wyldcliffe, will remain as unbiased as possible. However, I wish to express my own personal feelings regarding the banishment, branding, and overall judgement made on the Wick trial in Numendil. Notes made throughout this report will be separate and marked as such. Thus, feel free to ignore them. I merely ask you to take my opinion into consideration for this matter. Included in this report are the following. (Links below) DIES IRAE - A REFUTATION OF WRATHFUL ACTS AS COMMITTED UPON THE FAMILY WICK WE DO NOT FORGET - A statement by the Wicks ROYAL DECREE REGARDING THE WICKWALD INVESTIGATION INTRODUCTION: Eikit, previously known as Felix Wick, sued a Mr. Arvel Tou for defamation for calling him a Necromancer. As we all know, he was in fact a Necromancer. That fact is not in question. However, it is my belief that the rest of the Wick family is innocent in regards to their involvement. I have been close friends with Casimir Wick and Georgiana Wick ever since I first joined Numendil and the Rangers something of twenty-five years ago. Calaron was once my brother in arms, a fellow Ranger, and is known to be an upstanding man of fine character even to this day. Georgiana, although having her own charges against her at the moment, has been a kind and caring companion to me personally. I would describe her character to be self-interested overall, but deeply courageous for those she identified as family and as friends. I was lucky enough to be considered a friend to her, and so, I got to see the best sides of her. A charity not allotted to many. Georgiana, as Grand Wick, has been granted much power over family matters and affairs. After their banishment, she expressed to me in confidence that the rest of the family had no knowledge of Felix Wick being a Necromancer. In our conversation, she claimed that this "rat" was no longer their blood, and was a "disgrace to their family" as he had gone so far as to use their very ancestors' bones for his nefarious acts. She showed me their desecrated tombs. I bore witness to how horrified and distraught the situation had made her. She was ashamed and could not bear to allow the name "Felix" to escape her lips. Instead, she only referred to him as Eikit The Rat. And Eikit is disowned by Wicks. The fact Felix was a necromancer was a shock to all of us. But to the Wick family, it was utter betrayal. The Wicks might be a wicked people, who have a history of being accused of wicked things, but they would not disrespect their dead under any means. Their crypt is homage to this fact, as it is so decorated (in their own special way) and cared for by the Wicks. It is centerfold in the Wickwald property and stands to symbolize all that the Wicks thoroughly believe. They are bound in tradition, in respect for their history, and I cannot express enough how shocked I was to hear of the banishment of the Wick family. Although they are at times nefarious in how they deal with issues within the family, the collective is not a threat to our nation. To brand them was not only a mistake of Numendil, but disrespectful of those who were willing to lay down their lives for our great city. Calaron, my kind and courageous friend, did not deserve to be branded for the crimes of his kin. Any other Wick who had pledged loyalty to Numendil, or had otherwise expressed interest in doing so, was quickly dissuaded and even prohibited by this banishment. In reviewing this transcript, I have become overwhelmingly certain of my opinion. Georgiana Wick, Casimir Calaron Wick, Aurinia Wick, Stephan Wick, Glim Wick, as well as any other Wick involved were victims of Eikit's choices. I ask of you, whomever this may concern, reconsider this judgement. This time, allow justice to be duly administered. A SYNOPSIS OF THE HYSPIAN TRIAL: Some information may be removed to condense the trial. No important information (as deemed by Russandiel Wyldcliffe) was left out, so as to not corrupt the validity of the report. Felix Wick (Eikit)- F Arvel Tou - AT Danté Fontesar - DF Tomas Salazar - TS Georgiana - GW Calaron - CW Calaron is patted down by Tomas Salazar. He introduces himself as a guard of Numenost and promptly leaves his weapon at the checkpoint. F - "It is quite simple, and I will keep blunt. Arvel arrested me and put me into jail for two days on basely accusations of being Dark Magi, followed by an unlawful ranksacking of my abode in Hypsia only after I was incarcerated. To approve of this story, bring with me three written testimonies signed by those who witnessed the entire event.” “Thus I wish to submit these as evidence.” Felix then hands the stack of papers to Dante. Lôminzil sends Canaiddun to run back "information of suspected key of the Wicks" to Ser Maeril and Edwyn. TS - “Ay- I have noticed a skeleton skull, blackish potions- perhaps a cork is a key..” - “I've made a list of everything..” DF - "We will begin with opening statements, first from the Prosecution, Senor Wick, and then from the Defense, Senor Marvel Tou.” “Senor Wick, the floor is yours.” Dante stepped back, gesturing to the podium. F - “It is quite simple, and I will keep blunt. Arvel arrested me and put me into jail for two days on basely accusations of being Dark Magi, followed by an unlawful ranksacking of my abode in Hypsia only after I was incarcerated. To approve of this story, bring with me two written testimonies signed by those who witnessed the entire event” the wick says, flashing the papers upwards, before handing them to Dante. “Thus I accuse Arvel of unlawful use of his powers as Capitan of the guard to issue arrests with baseless evidence." DF - "Thank you, Senor Wick." “Senor Arvel Tou, the floor is yours.” Dante stepped back, gesturing to the podium. AT - “To grant you my statement.” Arvel proclaimed, “I had just finished dealing with two instances of plague, and had it brought to my attention that they could be necromantic in origins. After tracing back where the two could have possibly recieved such a thing, we traced it back to a cooking competition.. One which, after going through those present, sir Felix was our main suspect.” He explained, “To be certain of the safety of the people of Hyspia, Felix was arrested and detained, to which after we searched his home, he was released after finding no evidence of Necromantic methods inside.” DF - “Thank you, Senor Arvel Tou.” “As awas stated by Senor Wick, we will first be reviewing his arguement and evidence. It must be noted by the court that our laws are currently under revision - and as such we are treading on new ground - bear with us with this process.” “Our final judgement will likely form part of this new revised law, and as such this trial is extremely important.” “Therefore I must remind our onlookers to remain respectful and polite - even in the face of disagreement.” “That goes for Senor Arvel and Senor Felix as well.” “Arguements will be presented one at a time without interruption.” “Now, without further ado, Senor Wick- the podium is yours once more.” F - “So- my first arguement here; and I have given this much thought. Arvel- vy says that plague apparently spreads through the food at the cooking competiton, yes or no?” AT - “In this case, I believe a drink you had activly been encouraging some to partake in was what brought light to you. So I believe drink more than food in this case.” Arvel answered respectfully. F - “Drink or food; ulimately it is the same thing. If the drink I brought gave 'plagues', then why did the judges who partook in that same drink, including myself, not get sick?” AT - “That is a question that was brought up before.” He nodded, “And the answer would be choice selection. If the plague was necromantic in nature, seeing as I was not personally at this event, the idea that only certain things were contaminated rather than the whole is the idea that was reached.” F - “And do you have proof? I brought only one source of drink. How could I, as you say, 'selectively contaiminate' different cups?” “And furthur more- how did you even arrive that the plague is necrotic in origin? Could it not have spawned from natural occurance?” Georgiana(GW) enters. Tomas Salazar pats her down and permits her entry after she stashes her weapons. AT - “As I stated in my opening statement, I had the idea of Necromancy brought to my attention, I was not initially suspecting it until it was brought to my attention.” He explained, “Much of this was a move of security and safety,” He paused, “Which, as you stand before us now, you would find that the evidence was deemed inconclusive after investigating your home, which is why you were released.” F - “Exactly.” Felix says, this confirming what he wished to confirm, “thus, the evidence which led to my arrest was without base and not enough to warrent it.” “I end my side of the arguement.” DF - “Thank you, Senor Wick.” “Senor Arvel, your Rebuttal.” AT - Arvel rolled back to the poddium. “To start, I find myself doing my best to focus on the security and protection of Hyspia.” Arvel explained, “And in this situation, despite tensions that arose here, I believe I acted in Hyspia's best interests. I am not here to debate on what took place here, I believe Felix and I have an understanding of the process of dealing with plague, the arrest, the search of the home, and the eventual release. It is here however that I put my question to you Felix, what is it that you are pushing forward in this trial today more specifically? You were released was the investigation of your home concluded, and as you can see, I am willing to speak to you today in regards of the situation. I believe this was all handled well.” F - “I am pushing for those in power to be uphold both the law and the systems in place,” the Wick answers. “If the Capitan can simply go arround arresting anyone on the basis of 'dark magic', or other crimes seen or unseen, how can we know that the law is being upheld in the truest sense of the meaning for JUSTICE?” “I was rather lucky to be let free; but what if the lack of evidence was enough enough for Capitan Arvel? I would have been sent to burn at the stake for crimes I did nopt commit.” DF - “Senor Wick, I hate to cut you off, but in this stage just a simple answer will do.” “You will have your chance to present an arguement later.” F - “Such a counter arguement is my answer, Dante” the wick replies. DF - “You are forgiven, Senor, that rule was not previously stated.” AT - “But that did NOT happen, Felix. You were set free, and more than that, we stand.. Well.. You stand here today, having the chance at justice in this very courtroom. You are putting forward 'what ifs' and possibilities, but that is not what happened. ”We have had those who were guilty of crimes move to leave the city while investigations took place. We have had our good faith taken advantage of, and yet, what we have here is an example of you being just fine despite the suspicion of some slip in my judgment being all it takes to have you killed.“ He concluded, ”So please do elaborate, if my own suspicions are to be thrown to the side despite the possible threat, why shouldn't this argument of a possible danger be thrown aside as well?“.” F - "Go ahead." Aurinia Wick is patted down by Tomas Salazar and enters. F - “Do you want to accidently kill an innocent man for crimes he did not do?” AT - “I would not, and that is why you were RELEASED with no harm done to your person.” F - “Then this is why I bring you to trial Arvel, because you almost did.” “Even if I was released, when the next supposed dark mage comes arround, and you arrest him, and kill him, and later it is found he was not such a person?” “For during my time in prsion, you threatened me with unjust death.” *A few comments interrupted the trial.* [!] “You would have Senor Arvel punished for a crime he did not commit? But because he almost did?” DF - “Soberano, please.” [!] “No, that is hypocracy.” DF - “Comments can be made after the agruements are concluded.” [!] “When did we start to ponder on the theoretical whatifs?” DF- “Senor Emil that was not an invitation to speak.” AT - “Do not worry, I will address this.” He put forward, “Please, to the audiance, respect the voice of the Lord-Alacade.” [!] “And what if he had killed him, Soberano? What then?” Called out another voice. “There would be no justice for the innocent!” DF - “As I stated at the onset of this trial, none are to speak unless given permission. We are here to listen and respect those on the stand, regardless of our personal feelings on the matter.” F - “Do we not also treat the accusation of darkspawn as a sentience to death?” DF - “One more word from someone who is not Senor Wick, Senor Arvel, or myself and you will be removed.” “Forgive the interruptions, senores. Continue.” F - "Such, I rest my arguements for Arvel's counter. For this laps of judgement cannot be had by the Captian of the Hyspian Army.” DF - “Arvel is allowed to continue to rebutt, senor. And you are required to answer.” AT - “And what of the contrary then, Felix?” Arvel put forward, “Your entire argument here is proving rather cyclical, which is why I am challenging it.” He explained, “For as much as you are throwing about the 'what ifs' of you being executed an innocent man, not only did that NOT happen, but think of the contrary?” He offered to the collective, “Was I just to bide my time, and wait for a necromancer to strike out and kill our people? A suspicion was already there that our people were suffering from the plague work of a necromancer, so were innocents to die just because I didn't detain the suspect? A suspect who in the end, found themselves released due to a lack of evidence, and given the chance to have a trial today against me?” “Your entire argument is hinged on the idea of false execution, but that is NOT what happened.” F - “But there was no evidence of me being 'a necromancer''. There was no evidence that this 'plague' came to me. There are no what ifs Arvel. You have impressioned me for two whole days, ranksacked my shop, and slandered my good family name on your so called 'hunch'. A hunch that very easily leads to death. Furthur more, even when your other guards tell vy that your arrest was basely, you stubbornly refused to listen to your peers.” AT - “My point is this. You claim my arrest is based on a hunch, and yet, your argument towards my judgment being short of an execution is also just that, a hunch. Your legal case against me as it stands may as well be the same basis as to why you were arrested in the first place.” He explained, “I had it brought to my attention of the threat of a Necromancer poisoning Hyspia's people, and so I acted. Your argument is that because I had you arrested on this suspicion, you would have been executed on those grounds. What we find today is that you stand before this court, still very much alive, and I sit before you not with malice or some bloodthirsty desire to blood, but for a simple goal of keeping my people safe.” F - “I am not going to repeat what I have already said three times Arvel.” “I will make no response, for you already know what I would say.” AT - “Aye.. And to that, I will rest my case at the poddium for now then.” He nodded, “Thank you kindly, Lord-alacade.” DF - “Senor Wick, you may now come forth and call upon witnesses.” “A reminder to all witnesses, you are only required to respond directly to questions. Unless asked to expand upon answers, you must not ramble or argue.” Felix attempts to call Leomonte, who was not available. He calls Tomas Salazar up instead. DF - “Tomas Salazar.” Dante gestured for the man to stand beside him. Tomas Salazar shuffled over beside Dante, his hands coming to clasp together behind his back. “Do you swear to tell the truth before this court, to answer all questions clearly, and to do your utmost to aide in this trial with your testimony?” TS - "I do... I swear to DIOS." DF - “Very well, Senor Wick, the witness is yours to question.” F - “I will ask three questions. First one; Did Arvel inform you or other guards that he was going to even arrest me on the day of my arrest?” TS - Tomas Salazar nodded his head a single time. “Si, el Captain did inform myself and other guards that he had the intention to detain tu for questioning..” F - “Did he possess enough causation for my detainment, and during my time in prison, did he not threaten me with the punishment all darkspawn get?” DF - “Senor Wick, your first question is a matter of opinion.” “Rephrase, or Tomas- answer only the second question.” ST - At such, the Salazar fell quiet… pondering the question. “..Rather or not the Captain had enough evidence to accu- Si..” Tomas said with a nod. “I cannot say if I recall the threats- as I was rather distraught, and dismissed myself..” F - “My final question; was my shop not then raided for evidence of darkspawn-ing, causing property damage to both my lock and other assortments of items undergoing the alchemical refienments?” The Serpent-Knight entered and muttered lightly towards the Numendil Princess (Lôminzil) before turning on her heels and walking out again. TS - "I can not answer this question I am afraid- As while I was informed of this happening… I myself did not witness property damage, however I cannot say I looked..” F - "That is all." DF - “Thank you, Senor Wick. Senor Arvel, the witness is yours to question.” AT - Arvel waited for a moment, thinking on his approached, before he asked, “Tomas, if you would, do you happen to recall what happened when we arrested the Bamboo brothers, and what took place as we prepared a trial for them?” Russandiel’s Note: This scene is left as un-condensed. Enrique Piñieda: “. . .” Enrique Piñieda: “Estan listos?” [6'4"] Arvel Tou: “Oh.” [W/AnimiWolf] Kerina Mondblume: “Uh-.” [bandaged nose] Aelrin: “Uh.” Calaron: “Huh.” DF (shouting) - “Ladies and Gentleman, if you will please remain seated. This is all acoording to the process of the trial.” Ser Nathannenel Eruedraith: “Oh hell yeah.” [Blademaster] Leomonte: “SEIZE HER!” Enrique Piñieda: “Hola, compadres! No puede salir ahora.” Lôminzil smiled. Tomas Salazar withdrawing his dagger- and ratcheting it out. “Felix Wick…” DF (shouting) - “No one is allowed to leave.” Enrique Piñieda bodyblocked Georgiana. “Quitalo aqui, mujer.” [Animatii L-Arm] Canaiddun blocks the front door as Georgiana attempts to leave the room. Felix: “Huh?” [!] Hands were put to Georgiana to seize her. [!] Kerina immediately stands and moves towards Arvel, defensively. Tulip following with a growl. [Shout] [Blademaster] Leomonte would stand atop the table in the middle in the room, “No one is to leave this room!” [R/hand Bandage] Azruphêl shifts to aide that blockaide, hand settled on the hilt of her blade. [Shout] [Lord] Danté Fontesar: “Please comply, lest this become more chaotiic than it needs to be.” Eislyn-Fëalind settled onto the side of Azruphel, a hand passively placed upon her hilt. [!] Georgiana is bound by the hands behind her back, rope held by the knight as she brought her to stand alongside the accused; as an accomplice. Ser Nathannenel Eruedraith shuffled down a row next to Lominzil, his hand placed behind him upon the hilt of a bowie knife. F - “What is happening?” Felix asks, bewilldered. DF - He nodded to the gaurds. “This is your jurisdiction now, senores.” Enrique Piñieda: “Gusto en conocerlo, amigo.” [bandaged nose] Aelrin is quite visibly…well…frightened. Calaron's fists balled, his brows furrowed. “Explain yourselves,” he called to the guards. Enrique Piñieda: “Eh... who wants to take point on the legal crap?” AT - Arvel watched from his wheelchair.. He kept to his position, though he had prepared himself just incase. Tar-Caraneth Aryantë - “We've completed our business on the homefront - nasty business in that basement, I must say.” THE END OF THE HYSPIAN TRIAL NUMENDIL'S JUDGEMENT The following statements are to emphasize how justice was administered in the Wick Concern. Only unrelated information was excluded. Starting from the Tar's final statement above. Lôminzil crossed her legs, clasping her hands within her lap. “Oh? What did you find Grandmother?” Emil del Maravilla looked to calaron “sit down. Now.” Calaron: “I can stand if I wish. I am unarmed, and these are my countrymen,” he motioned to the guards of the radiant star. Danté Fontesar sighed, a hand on his sword. Tomas Salazar's left hand withdrew a small rope, which had been tied to his belt, untying it and approaching Felix. “Oh pray tell!” - “Behind tu back, por favor..” Maerîl O'Rourke: “You share blood with this man - and knowing of his crimes. . . The Hyspians shall try you according to their law. . . Though your crimes on Numenedain soil are not unnoted. . .” Instead of resistance, Giorgiana is handed to the Hyspian Ser with a nod. Emil del Maravilla rested his hand on his sword aswell ready to draw if needed “.” Leomonte would point his polearm to the wocks, “HANDS UP, AND SLOW LIKE! We will deal with you soon!” Georgiana Wick: “Crimes on vyr lands?” The Lady Wick seemed confused, eyes furrowed. Yet, she did comply. Leomonte would point his polearm to the wicks, “HANDS UP, AND SLOW LIKE! We will deal with you soon!” Georgiana Wick: “I have niet idea of any thing!” Juniper scooted away from the Wick crowd. Giorgiana is already bound, placed with the rest of the lot before the knight joined her other companions. Calaron: “Crimes? Can no one speak plainly here?” Crossing his arms, the man slowly took his seat, his face beat red at the ordeal. Kerina remained by Arvel's side, unsure of what was happening while Tulip quietly growled. She'd move towards Arvel, speaking quietly. Tar-Caraneth Aryantë: “Pardon the smell,” Caraneth then turned out a sack onto the tabletop. Within, a ragged, mottled and dessicated skull. “It was moving a little more when it was chained to the wall - but all resolved now.” Leomonte would point to juniper as well, “don't try to move away! Back with your companeros! AHORA!” Maerîl O'Rourke: “Stand up Sir.” She asked of Calaron. Maerîl O'Rourke: “With your hands showing.” Kerina audibly gagged at seeing the skull. Danté Fontesar: “She is not part of this, Leomonte.” Arvel spoke quietly to Kerina. Ser Cirilla turned to exit the room, The hyspian knight held post outside of the door. The Ser-King repeated himself, in common this time. “Arrest them quickly.” Danté Fontesar: “Only the Wicks.” Felix slowly turns around to Tomas, the Wick looks towards Tomas, silence in his eyes as he stared down the Salazar. There was silence for a moment, contemplation in his eyes. Enrique Piñieda: “Eh, amigo, ahora los Wicks no puede salir, entonces, estan detenidos.” Leomonte: “We do not know for sure! She sat with the other wick, she could be colluding!” Danté Fontesar: “Les llevaremos al Bastion.” Calaron raised a brow, “Is this a trial of an entire family?” Lips turned sour as he stood up, his hands empty and up. No weapons were upon his person. Enrique Piñieda pats the Hyspian king on the pauldron, “Pues, si pueden volarlos, hay una problema, eh?” Juniper: “I didn't know they were Wicks. I'm an Atmorice.” Maerîl O'Rourke: “They are your crypts, you should have known what was in them, mm?” She gestured to the skull the Tar held. The Salazar's gaze grew cold, as his gaze rest upon Felix… a quiet whisper offered into the Wick's ear as he went to detain the man with the rope, unless stopped! Danté Fontesar: “These Wicks have been exposed as darkspawn, as far as I understand it.” Calaron: “…What?” His hands are taken, and bound by rope. Lôminzil rose from her seat. Calaron: “You found a dead body in our crypt..” Maerîl O'Rourke: “An undead one.” Danté Fontesar: “No cierto, Numendils?” Emil del Maravilla drew his sword as calaron stood up in a silent warning. Leomonte: “We will find out soon enough!” Georgiana Wick: “WHAT!!” Danté Fontesar: “Bind that Wick.” Calaron: “In what means is it undead?!” Blinking rapidly, he glanced about. Danté Fontesar was pointing to Stephan. Georgiana Wick: “Niet! He's only a boy!” Stephan Wick: “Wha- huh?” The young man spoke confused, looking around the gathering. Kerina nodded to Arvel, before her eyes widened as she listened to all the chaos around them. She'd briefly look over at Felix, deciding in that moment to put herself in between Felix and Arvel. Ser Nathannenel Eruedraith stood up, his mind's gears turning. Something clicked within his head. His face fell into a neutral, almost stern expression. Hand now resting on the ferrum handle of his warhammer. Enrique Piñieda: “Look, eh, anyone with the surname Wick should just bunch up in the corner.” Tar-Caraneth Aryantë: “Well, it's properly dead now - but they were moving more when we found them.” Maerîl O'Rourke: “They have asked to arrest Wicks. . . Just procedure, we have questions.” His fingers bound tight behind his back, all araments taken from his belt. Maerîl O'Rourke: “Aye, zombies of sorts.” Danté Fontesar: “Si, Everyone with the last name Wick, stand upon this platform.” Azruphêl places a gentle but firm hand upon Stephan's shoulder. “Go on lad, inwards.” Juniper remained in her seat, arms crossing over herself. Danté Fontesar: “Do not make this more difficult than it needs to be.” Calaron's hands were grabbed, as he was tied up he could only shake his head, “This must be a mistake.. Nie. Never would our crypt be disgraced by something of such unjust..” In the like, the man is brought to the platform. . . “Save it for trial.” She spoke, and brought him to stand with the rest of the accused. Stephan Wick: “What did I do?!” He said with a hand reaching in some failed attempt to jank the gauntlet from his shoulders. “Let my mother go!” “Escort the Wicks to detainment, would you, Leomonte?” “Head inwards, with your mother then.” Came a voice from underneath the helm. As another gauntlet found itself upon his shoulder too. Leomonte: “Si! My serene highness!” Danté Fontesar: “To the Bastion! All wicks must be bound at the wrists!” [!] No response came from Felix, he merely continued to think on what had happened, and what will happen. He took in a deep breath, then exhaled. There was a measure of respect in it all, but he made no speak of it. Enrique Piñieda: “There is an old adage of my forefathers: let no child go unbeaten.” [R/hand Bandage] Azruphêl keeps her hand upon the boy's shoulder, grip tightening at his protests. Though she takes care not to trip or harm him, she now begins to lead the child inwards, towards the platform. Ser Nathannenel Eruedraith sideeyed Enrique. Maerîl O'Rourke: “Shes just the lady that wrote those sign language books. . . She is fine.” Urged the knight. [bandaged nose] Aelrin's shivers are timbered as hes shakeing in his boot. Kerina Mondblume also side-eyes Enrique. [!] Arvel.. Didn't like that sentiment from Enrique there.. Calaron: “So there was a crime atoll, being Wickish means they're guilty, so they're guilty one and all,” the man began to sing an old wickish tune. Danté Fontesar: “What are we waiting on?” [Blademaster] Leomonte would move close to juniper, “You! Hands up! You are under suspicion as well!” Enrique Piñieda: “What?” Enrique Piñieda: “Unruly child, no?” Juniper: “But I'm not a Wick! What did I do?” Lôminzil idly watched. Juniper: “Choose an empty seat?” Danté Fontesar placed a hand on Leomonte's shoulder. Danté Fontesar: “Not her.” [W/ Raul] Emil del Maravilla would guide calaron by the shoulder leading him hout to the bastion with a firm grip. Danté Fontesar: “To the BASTION!” Eislyn-Fëalind shifted behind the Wick boy then, so that in the case he should try and turn away, she'd be in the way. Leomonte: “She sat with them pupil, she could have colluded. Let no rock go unturned!” Danté Fontesar: “Wrong Leromonte.” [!] Upon restraining Felix, the Salazar set his left hand upon the man's shoulder… the Navja set upon his back as he went to lead him to the barracks. Danté Fontesar: “Leave her be.” Maerîl O'Rourke: “Shes fine, aye. . .” The man was waved off, and Juniper bowed to. “Sorry miss. Love your books, I teach all of my kids.” Ser Julian: “Bring her to the bastion, too. If she is not involved with them, she will be free to leave later.” Danté Fontesar: “Move them to the Bastion's cells, now.” [!] Kerina began to relax, stepping off the podium and patting Tulip to calm her as well, though she remained nearby. Danté Fontesar: “Leomonte, I won't say it again.” Juniper: “There are going to be so many problems if you try to take me.” Stephan Wick was dragged along by Azruphel, his hand still pulling away at the gauntlet. “Let me go!” The child objects yet alas, not much else he could do. Emil del Maravilla would guide calaron by the shoulder leading him out to the bastion with a firm grip. [Blademaster] Leomonte: “Ser Julian said so!” Enrique Piñieda: “Oh, dios mio.” Juniper: “I don't give a ****. I did nothing wrong.” Maerîl O'Rourke: “Might I just have a chat with her, as a knight of the realm?” Danté Fontesar "OUT NOW.” Lôminzil: “Head out.” Enrique Piñieda: “Mujer.” [Shout] [Lord] Danté Fontesar: “OUT NOW” Calaron: “Flame guide.” He sighed, walking with the guard. Tomas Salazar: “Take a seat, mmh?” Tomas Salazar: “Ah- no.” Tomas Salazar: “Wait- Up, up.” Felix: “Back in here again” Tomas Salazar led the Wick to the cell, going to close it behind him! Emil del Maravilla: “Other cell.” Georgiana Wick: “Place me and my son together.” Georgiana Wick: “Good faith.” Emil del Maravilla shut the cell door behind calaron. Azruphêl gestures inwards the cell, giving the boy a small pat on the shoulder in a weak attempt at reassurance. Calaron could only fall to a seat, dazed and confused the man sat there in silence. [!] “… Go with him.” Stephan Wick lets out a grunt and went into the cell. Azruphêl: “Aye, the two of you may remain together.” Georgiana Wick: “Spasiba, guards.” [!] and shut goes the door. Georgiana Wick sat on the floor, letting out a sigh. Emil del Maravilla: “Si I agree.” Klaus von Berkhoven would position himself in front of the doors, a mace wrought of slayersteel swung at his belt. Georgiana Wick: “Guards, we must know what crimes mein whole family ist being accused of.” Calaron: “Being Wicks, clearly.” Resting his head against the stone wall, he heaved a heavy sigh. Stephan Wick fell quiet for a moment before breaking it with a sigh. Seating himself against the cold stone wall with his arms wrapped around his legs. [Lord] Danté Fontesar: “Another one.” Aurinia Wick: “Bites the dust.” [!] In the corner of the cell, the Grand Wick slid down. With her hands folded behind her back, she started to pray under her breath. Leomonte: “Inside the cell senora.” Georgiana Wick: “That's mein other kid - let her in with me.” [W/ Raul] Emil del Maravilla: “There's a free cell over here.” Eislyn-Fëalind: “Don't seperate them-.” Aurinia Wick: “Ich am older than vy, Georgiana.” Calaron hums a wickish dirge within his cell. Leomonte: “If they are together, than they can make a plan of escape. You seperate the colluders.” Aurinia Wick: “Do vy have proof that ve are Darkspawn? Or is this conspiracy against Wick?” Georgiana Wick: “..” Silence met her response, letting out a long sigh before she started praying again. “Stephan” she snapped. “Start praying too.” [Blademaster] Leomonte: “Si.” [R/hand Bandage] Azruphêl: “Aye. Our work is done here. They'll let us know if they need us.” Stephan Wick: “Oh! I need you!” Tomas Salazar moved off out of the cells for a brief moment. [!] Klaus would unclip the mace from his hip and rest it on his shoulder and stood guard. Lôminzil: “I am to act with the authority of the Tar.” [R/hand Bandage] Azruphêl: “They're in the cells for the moment.” Tomas Salazar: “Come along, come along.” Lôminzil: “Wonderful.” Leomonte: “The Wicks are in custody at the bastion senora, I can take you there if you wish.” Lôminzil: “Tomas.” Tomas Salazar: “Si?” Lôminzil: “May I take a moment of your time.” Tomas Salazar: “Ay.” Maerîl O'Rourke: “We are being transported those that shall be tried by our court. . .” Maerîl O'Rourke: “Oh - very smoothly.” Azruphêl: “Two undeads, but they were swiftly dealt with by the Tar.” Klaus von Berkhoven: “Ich will be back, need to check on some work.” Lôminzil: “Numenedain to me please I am gifting something to tomas from the crown.” [R/hand Bandage] Azruphêl shifts to stand at her sister's side. Lôminzil is showing you [✦ The Silver Star of Idunia ✦] Ser Nathannenel Eruedraith turned toward Lominzil then, moving over. Felix: “To do what?” Maerîl O'Rourke gasped. Maerîl O'Rourke: “A silver star!” Danté Fontesar: “Tomas?” Ser Julian: “To lie to your closest friends? To toy with dark magicks beyond what is morally correct?” The Silver Star is presented to Tomas Salazar. [!] A low chortle came from Felix as he pressed his head against the cell wall. The wick would lick his lips as white teeth turned yellow, his blue eyes would turn into a hollow black, green orbs glimmering from those empty sockets. “Wouldn't you l-l-like to know, man-thing” the necromancer hissed, wheezing as his already tappered skin grew even more hollow and withered, “J-judge a man for the c-c-choices he may or may not have d-d-done” Felix: “Y-you w-would believe me, man-thing, if I had made the offer to do something good, yes-yes?” The Silver Star was then handed off from the Princess's hands. “The Tar has requested that it end as she would. Therefore, and Lady Maeril correct me if I am wrong. Execute the Necromancer.” Ser Nathannenel Eruedraith: “Congratulations, Tomas. It is a token well earned” He'd state with pride, a smile on his face despite the talks of the silly Wick in the cells below. Azruphêl's helm turns towards the Bastion, helm subtly tilting. Ser Julian remained in place, but his expression became cold as he witnessed Felix's transformation. “He told me everything, Wick. So did she. Both your friends, turned against you. How does it feel?” Tomas Salazar offered yet another nod. “Splendid… I wil leave you decide the fate of the other Wick's… As we have no qualms with them.” Eislyn-Fëalind's head tilted side to side at this before turning to the inside of the bastion - tilting their head back some to peer through the gates. Enrique Piñieda: “I'm kind of curious how Hyspia has its jails set up- not curious enough to commit crimes to see them, though.” [Enrique Piñieda: “Las time I was here, I had to have a pit dug to jail a bandit.” [Quiet] Lôminzil: “Lady Maeril, may I ask you see to the Wicks from a Templar judgement and aid me in any decisions? I will attend until I need to head off later on for a quest.” [!] “A dead man can't tell no more stories. I'll k-kill them both and make them dance on strings. Fool for me to try and help” the wick says with a hiss. “Their fates are sealed. Not even death can save them from m-m-my grasp!” He chortles like a mad man, black and vile green energies lingering around his palms. “Their souls will never see the Seven Skies” Maerîl O'Rourke: “I ask that those remaining run to the crypt and let our friends know to board and shut the tomb.” [R/hand Bandage] Azruphêl: “I shall stay by your side, Lominzil, as one of your hands,” she assures. “If you need mine blade, just say it.” Translation: You're not getting near the cells without me guarding you. [!] She understood… and… lomi TRUSTED Azzy. “Of course, Azzy.” Enrique Piñieda: “Eh... Tomas, pienso que hay un comocion en su carcel.” Felix steps back and grasps rattles the cage, eyes wide as with insanity, “Their souls are never out of reach Leomonte. Your soul as well” Tomas Salazar: “And you as well..” The Salazar echoed, offering a final dip of his head with his gaze flickering to the barracks. Lôminzil: “Let us head inward.” Eislyn-Fëalind: “… I'll head out, and come back once such is done.” She seemed to elected herself to go without another word, slipping away from the grouping. Ser Nathannenel Eruedraith looked at Azruphel, greyish-green eyes staring into her helmet's eye sockets. The faintest of nods given “I am sworn here.” Lôminzil: “Eldacar would you wish to go or stay.” [!] “Que?” Lôminzil headed in. Danté Fontesar: “Food and water?” Tomas Salazar shuffled through the masses of people, making his way toward Julian and Leomonte. Ser Julian stuck both gauntlet-covered hands through the cell bars to attempt to grasp Felix's collar. If that was successful, he'd pull the Wick back and then slam him against the bars again. Leomonte: “My soul shall soar to the heavens! Among the birds and the holy Sun! You will wallow amongst the hells blind deaf and dumb! For I shall rip your eyes, tounge and ears from your head! You will never achieve salvation! Neother you or your swamp-ass family!” Georgiana Wick: “Swamp-ass family?” Aurinia Wick: “Shut your mouth, ugly bastard,” Called the pale woman from her cell. Emil del Maravilla: “Well there's your proof.” Leomonte: “You all stink, rat folk all of you!” Georgiana Wick: “Niet, vy are arresting a whole family on something that has nothing to do with us!” - “This IST WICKPHOBIA” Aurinia Wick: “I bathe every day, you smell more alike rodents than we do.” Enrique Piñieda: “Speak proper and we might be able to hold a conversation.” Stephan Wick: “What did you say? Can't hear you with that **** in your mouth!” Aurinia Wick: “I am speaking properly you, ignorant mewling bastard.” [!] As Julian reached in to grab felix, the wick laughed madly as he stuck his hands out to grab Julian's neck at the same time. Black vile energies tor into the Soverign's body as his lifeforce began to be drained. An overwhelming pain taking hold at once before the action of slamming Felix would even finish. All the while the Wick laughed in an unhinged tone. Eldacar: “Whoa.” Calaron rubbed his cheek into his shoulder, wiping away what remnant tears remained. Sitting there, solemn, the man rested his head against the door. Enrique Piñieda: “You speak like Haensoids, callate.” [R/hand Bandage] Azruphêl's hand rests idly on the hilt of her weapon, eyeing the commotion ahead. Calaron: “Haensers,” he corrects. [!] She stood, stepping over to the door to peer at whoever was speaking. And regardless of how she'd appear, her face would twist into a cringe, recoiling some. “Oh godan, vy are one to speak.” [!] Her cell soor is kicked. “Shut up.” Georgiana Wick: “How ist vy to insult the Wickish accent?” Emil del Maravilla: “Hes your blood. That's reason enough to investigate your whole bloodlin-” he said looking over at julian “mierda” he said rushing over. Aurinia Wick: “Eat my rat,” She'd reply, sticking her hand through the grates to throw a foul gesture their way. Stephan Wick: “If we investigated your bloodline we would find a whole lot of *****s.” The child returns, sticking out his tongue. Calaron: “Because one is guilty, all are? The late Koeng Joseph would be laughing in his grave..” Aurinia Wick: “Godan, that child has a mouth on them,” She'd chuckle. [Quiet] Maerîl O'Rourke: “Aye. . .” Georgiana Wick: “Stephan” she snapped, before a faultering expression came over the woman's face, her hands grasping the bars in defeat, head bowed. Aurinia Wick: “Do niet correct them, they've a right to insult the ugly bastards,” Called out Aurinia, “They've arrested us for the faults of one and have insulted our bloodline in every way their walnut sized brains can think of.” Enrique Piñieda would raise an eyebrow, had he built articulating eyebrows for this purpose. Enrique the automaton walked forward to assist Ser Julian. “Que chingada... oye, oye, alej**** al puerto!” [!] Like electricity made the body tense, so did the Wick's necromantic energy. A scream exited Ser Julian's lips, even as he was unable to let go of Felix. The necromancer was slammed forward into the bars as the armored man faltered back. [!] Like electricity made the body tense, so did the Wick's necromantic energy. A scream exited Ser Julian's lips, even as he was unable to let go of Felix. The necromancer was slammed forward into the bars as the armored man faltered back. Unless someone removed him, he'd be unable to move himself. [Quiet] Maerîl O'Rourke: “Good lord! Someone help him!” With flaming blade drawn, she pushed forth. Maerîl O'Rourke: “Good lord! Someone help him!” With flaming blade drawn, she pushed forth. Enrique Piñieda walked over to Ser Julian, now taking notice of the hands around Ser Julian's throat. Enrique, in response, sought to grab the necromancer's wrists and pry them off of Julian's throat. Tomas Salazar pushed closer to the pair as they clutched at one anothers throat- The Salazar quickly withdrawing his Navja and continuing his scramble forward, in preparation to jump in should the need arise. Calaron: “What is happening?” Confused, the man pressed his face against the bars, unable to take witness. Azruphêl stays at Lominzil's side, hand lofting to Emil's shoulder to lightly guide the other armed figure to switch spots with her. [!] Felix's head bashed against the wall as he finally let go of Julian, but the dark deed was done. As felix stumbled backwards, broken nose bleeding; the sovgerign of Hyspia would have collapsed to the ground; his skin tappered as though stared, and a vile black rot setting in around his neck. Meanwhile, despite falling onto the ground, the Necromancer would laugh as his green eyes glew with power, writhing on the ground like some lunatic as the euphoric sensation of consuming raw life force would set in. Emil del Maravilla pushed thrtough the group also drawing his dagger. Maerîl O'Rourke: “Tomas - I must ask - was the agreement not that we could handle Felix?” [!] The wick slid down the cell wall, hands folded up, silent tears spilling from her duct. While her eyes could not comprehend what was around, her ears and thoughts could. Silent prayers were uttered over and over. [!] “The man-thing Julian will soon die. No treatment can save his neck,” the wick laughed, squirming on the ground as he rubbed the blood on his face. [Blademaster] Leomonte would move to make a swift to chop felix's arms off with his axe blade as Enrique Pineda holds Felix's wrists. [!] “He will choak on his own rotting MEAT!” Maerîl O'Rourke: “Get this man to Obok Metaldrinks. . . Or Hera the Elfess of Vaun. . .” “QUICKLY. . . Shove the breath of life into his chest cavity.” Enrique Piñieda: “Help your Prince- somebody man the door.” Ser Nathannenel Eruedraith stood in front of the Numenedain Princess, though just off to the side so she could watch what happened. His hand rested on the hilt of an arming sword at his side, neglecting the warhammer due to… spacial constraints. Plated digits clinked lightly on the anorum pommel of his blade. The Ser's face twisting with a mix of confusion, angst, anger. [!] Me when nobody asked. Maerîl O'Rourke: “I believe we should take Felix, Tomas. . . To prevent any more of this.” Aurinia Wick: “This is truly unfortunate,” The woman murmurs, attempting to peer through the bars at the crowd of guards. Enrique Piñieda: “I'm going to grab Felix so we can finish this now.” Enrique Piñieda: “Any objections?” [!] In the chaos, Tomas didn't reply to O'Rouke woman- quickly flipping open the door to the cell. “Kill him.” Tomas splattered out as his gaze came to meet Julian. [!] As soon as he was released, Julian collapsed to the floor writhing in abject agony. Tendrils of rot grew around where he'd been grabbed. [!] “Execute him, he's attacked one of the sovereigns.” Lominzil spoke up finally. “Lady Maeril, with flaming sword I ask you to do so.” [!] “Do it. Kill me! Know that I can save his life though…” the wick says softly, black mists collecting around his hands as he stood up. [!] Flame ablaze on her sword she shook her head. “Bring him out. . . He dies today by decree of the crown.” [Blademaster] Leomonte would watch as ser julian falls to the ground, “Serene Highness!” - “I am helping Enrique, like last time wtih zack zenmous!!” Enrique Piñieda thus, strode into the cell, falling upon Felix metaphorically to grab the man. Calaron: “Felix! By the fires of Owyn, and by the light of God, submit yourself!” Slamming his knee into the bars, the man shouted through them. [W/ Raul] Emil del Maravilla would grab julians shoulders and start to drag him away “tomas help me amigo!” [!] “And know that death will not stop my quest!” Georgiana Wick: “FELIX!” Cried out Georgiana, hearing the words that were uttered outside. Tears fell fast as she heard the order to execute her son-figure. Tomas Salazar swiftly closed his blade, hidding it away. The man then bent down- going to grab his younger brother by the legs, aiding Emil in his effort. Maerîl O'Rourke: “But I might -” She chuckled, entering the room to bring him forth - to his knees outside of the cell, carried by his armpits if need be. Enrique Piñieda: “Wait, Maeril, stand back” Calaron: “I FAILED TO RAISE HIM!” Enrique Piñieda: “It is safer this way for just me” Leomonte would point his poleaxe towards felix, “WE WILL BURN HIM AT THE STAKE! FOLLOW ME SENORES!” Maerîl O'Rourke: “Fine, but bring him out.” [W/ Raul] Emil del Maravilla: “Come on we need arvel.” Maerîl O'Rourke: “Any moment you might surrender and save your family. You tell us where everything is. . . Or they all die.” Tomas Salazar: “To the clinic! I must write-” Tomas sputtered out with widened eyes, running off toward the Aviary, Tomas Salazar: “Javier.” Javier Macario Murietta: “Tomas!” Tomas Salazar was immensely distraught. “Watch the barracks- The Wick- Ensure he breathes his last!” Javier Macario Murietta: “What?” Tomas Salazar: “I've said what I've said!” Javier Macario Murietta: “You talking about candles or. . . . ?” [bandaged nose] Aelrin: “…I guess…yeah….” Tomas Salazar: “ARVEL!” Arvel Tou: “Tomas?? What is it?” Tomas Salazar: “Julian needs a- Shaman, now!” Tomas Salazar: “Medical Magic!” Aelrin feels like **** for holding arvel up now. Arvel's gaze darkened, “Then we must hurry, we don't have that here.” [bandaged nose] Aelrin: “Ah…uh…ill let you get to that see you later….” The only response the king gave was a low, agonizing groan. By the time Emil had gotten him to a bed, his eyes had rolled back into his skull and he was out. The necrotic handprints around his neck only continued to pulse with dark magick. Tomas Salazar: “Ayuda, ayuda!” Wailed the Hyspian as he rode into the square, clutching onto the steed. Ser Nathannenel Eruedraith: “AYE.” Tomas Salazar was visibly exhausted as he came running into the Clinic, stopping himself only by extending his hands out onto the cott- halting him from going flying into his already struggling brother. “HERMANO!” The Salazar said as his gaze flickered over the Sovereign, hands grabbing upon his shoulders and shaking him.. Lôminzil: “Azzy” Lôminzil: “Act… Act in mine stead I need.. I need a moment.” Calaron: “I demand to speak with the Crown Prince Anorhil, or the likes of the Tar!” The man shouted from his cell. Enrique Piñieda: “Lominzil!” Lôminzil: “I am handing off the authority which Tar Caraneth gave to me when she arrived earlier to that of Azruphel.” Lôminzil: “Take it up with her.” Enrique Piñieda: “Si, I know, so can you come here quickly to tell off the Wick?” Enrique Piñieda: “Oh.” Lôminzil: “I'm VOMITTING.” Enrique Piñieda: “Aaah.” Azruphêl: “Let me back in the bastion.” Stephan Wick: “The demon of iblees disguises himself with the coat of the righteous.” The boy softly spoke. Hands tightly clenching at his ears. Leomonte: “Do as you must, but do it fast. Like I said as the only hyspian here to say something, kill all the male wicks so thatt the fiendish names may die out.” Calaron: “A proper means to speak with them. We are innocent, something I can only plead to God himself it seems.” Arvel Tou: “Princess! I must speak with you at once.” Lôminzil: “TOMAS I NEED-.” Enrique Piñieda: “Well, eh, here is Azruphel.” Lôminzil would not faint. Lôminzil: “Go to the wall but I am… I need… air….” Eislyn-Fëalind: “Send a letter, something - do not bother her right now.” Calaron: “To kill wanton my family for the sins of one, is this justice?” Enrique Piñieda gestured accordingly. “You can make your case now.” Lôminzil: “Azruphel is now in charge in my leave.” A plated hand removed Stephan's hands from his ears, with a firm grasp. He spun the boy around, taking a piece of rope and hog-tieing him. Georgiana Wick: “Do niet kill mein boy! He is a child of Godan's grace!” Arvel Tou: “Alright.. Fine.. I.. Apologize. I will figure something out.” Enrique Piñieda: “Got it, Lominzil- good work today!” Lôminzil: “Folllow me.” Lôminzil: “Arvel.” Ser Nathannenel Eruedraith: “I won't kill him” he muttered to Georgiana. Canaiddun looked towards Georgina and took out a piece of rope to tie behind their hands unless they resisted. “This will only be temporarily.” He then said to them. Tomas Salazar came rushing back- practically spinning. Nodding his head. Aurinia Wick: “They seek to slaughter the whole, to make a lesson of innocents.” Lazarus: “Arvel, you got five minutes before I change my mind.” Arvel Tou: “Are you.. Oh goodness, alright. Lomi, your godmother might show up at some point then, I was writing to as many people as I could for help.” Calaron: “Flame guide, couz..” Arvel Tou: “Necromancy.. I.. I wrote to as many as I could to get help as quickly as possible.” Arvel Tou: “What is the price, I am willing to pay it. Russandiel’s Note: That is where the records end. However, that is not the end of the punishment the Wicks faced for the crimes of their kin. The Wicks are branded, brutalized, and banished. I need not reiterate what is already available to Numendil's royalty. What I will reiterate are the statements of Calaron, Georgiana, Stephan, and Aurinia Wick. These are just bits and pieces, meant to truly focus in on the shock felt family-wide by this betrayal. Calaron: "In what means is it undead?!" Blinking rapidly, he glanced about. Georgiana Wick: "Niet! He's only a boy!" Stephan Wick: "Wha- huh?" The young man spoke confused, looking around the gathering. Calaron's hands were grabbed, as he was tied up he could only shake his head, "This must be a mistake.. Nie. Never would our crypt be disgraced by something of such unjust." Stephan Wick: "What did I do?!" He said with a hand reaching in some failed attempt to jank the gauntlet from his shoulders. "Let my mother go!" Calaron: "So there was a crime atoll, being Wickish means they're guilty, so they're guilty one and all," Calaron: “Because one is guilty, all are? The late Koeng Joseph would be laughing in his grave..” In response : [Quiet] Maerîl O'Rourke: “Aye. . .” Aurinia Wick: “Do niet correct them, they've a right to insult the ugly bastards,” Called out Aurinia, “They've arrested us for the faults of one and have insulted our bloodline in every way their walnut sized brains can think of.” Calaron: “What is happening?” Confused, the man pressed his face against the bars, unable to take witness. Calaron: “Felix! By the fires of Owyn, and by the light of God, submit yourself!” Slamming his knee into the bars, the man shouted through them. Georgiana Wick: “FELIX!” Cried out Georgiana, hearing the words that were uttered outside. Tears fell fast as she heard the order to execute her son-figure. Calaron: “I FAILED TO RAISE HIM!” Stephan Wick: “The demon of iblees disguises himself with the coat of the righteous.” The boy softly spoke. Hands tightly clenching at his ears. Calaron: “A proper means to speak with them. We are innocent, something I can only plead to God himself it seems.” Calaron: “To kill wanton my family for the sins of one, is this justice?” Georgiana Wick: “Do niet kill mein boy! He is a child of Godan's grace!” Aurinia Wick: “They seek to slaughter the whole, to make a lesson of innocents.” TESTIMONY OF AND FOR WICKS Georgiana Wick - “First, us Wicks show up to Hyspia to support Felix. For he has previously been not ruled as a necromancer in his previous trial. Us Wicks, who support Wicks no matter what, are there for him.” - “Then, I decide to leave, it is boring and a waste of my time.” - “Then, Numenost guards storm in and arrest the whole Wick clan! And off to the cells of Hyspia.” - “Then, Eikit transforms into his necromancer self, unbeknownst to us. They kill him and haul us to Numendil.” - “We stand trial, which Arathor, or whatever the **** his name is, says THERE IS NO TRIAL HERE - our word is law. They blind Casimir half, blind Glim fully, cut off the tongue of my son Stephan, almost kill me and stop when they learn I was an Acolaytee. Azruphel said before to make arrangements for my son, and after she learns of this says she will not orphan a child. We are branded by the eyes of iblees and banished.” Stephan Wick - “They dragged us all off to Numendil and threw us down to be judged. Told us what we did and what we knew while none of us were ever aware. So they told us what would happen… testing for dark influence. Once of them asked if they should do a full or cheaper test. Ea made a comment about the government being cheap and they cut out my tongue like a piece of meat at the butcher… left me to choke on my own blood. It was only after a moment of my mother begging to save me that some… priest? Ea do niet recall who but someone burned it shut. The rest is all a blur to me considering ea passed out from the pain.” Tomas Salazar - (The man who brought proof of Felix Wick’s necromancy to Numendil) - “My statement doesn’t differ much from that of the Numendain, who if I recall correctly, said that such actions were extreme.” - “I think there was a bit of rashness and perhaps misplaced urgency on the situation, which muddied the minds of most.” - “A creature was exposed and brought to the light as a result. I regret not my cooperation with the ones of whom he was a citizen.” - “The Wicks have grown to become great friends… even in the face of all.” Casimir (Calaron) Wick - "Recalling and Account of the Wickish Numendil Diaspora" "The day started when I arrived to Hyspia as Felix was set to prosecute a guard captain for, as we believed, falsely accused and imprisoned for the suspicion of necromantic action. I was frisked by the guards of Hyspia before being allowed entry into the courtroom, taking a seat beside Felix to speak on the ordeal. I was ignorant of the pretenses relating to the crime, and was rarely in touch with my nephew nor common to the land of Hyspia. I asked some details, questioned why he would try and sue a captain of the guard for doing his job, to which we conversed until Felix was called up to begin the trial. In the interim , Georgiana and her son Stephan arrived. Plenty of halts and waiting around occured, as it took nearly twenty minutes to fully begin the trial. And so, the guard captain and Felix both argued, bringing forth evidence and testimonies. Aurinia Wick, a distant cousin later joined and took a seat beside, before leaving once again. This continued until a group of Numenedain guards entered, including the Tar." "Holding up the severed head of some cadaver, they proclaimed they had found it in the crypt. At first what seemed a joke - of course a head of the deceased is often found in a crypt - later was defined as undead. It was revealed that while the trial was occurring, a small group of Radiant Guards found their way into the crypt, and accessed some hidden portion beneath the sacred grounds. We later learned that Felix had dug beneath the crypt, and rigged a false stone door to open. In one fell swoop, every Wick in the room was rounded up, tied, and led down to the Hyspian jail. We spent nearly an hour confused as crimes were laid against us, of all acting complicit. There were various officials from Hyspia and Numendil who entered and exited, such as the Princess Lominzil, and the lady O’Rourke. At this time we hardly understood why we were bound and caged, nor if Felix was truly guilty of anything. It all felt fabricated, until Felix was to be retrieved by the Hyspians." "Through the gaps in the bars, I could barely see Felix’s cell from my own. Hunched over and grovelling before Tomas Salazar, Felix seemed.. off. Tomas spoke to him, prodding him and chastising him for his crimes. When mentioning that he had no friends, that his very closest friend gave him up- something snapped in Felix. A voice warbled, inhuman in source as it called Tomas a man-thing. It spoke with bile, acrid in nature as though Felix was whisked away, replaced by some mad alchemist’s failed experiment. He reached out, I believe he was able to grab the Numenedain Princess. Some fell touch make her shriek, the sound of the door rattled. Thereafter the knight Pinada made to grab him, and he too fell from Felix’s grasp. A couple guards were able to keep him down and tie him up, all the while curses most vile screamed from him." "It was in this moment I saw the boy I had raised from the age of six die. Keeping him close to the Radiant Star, the youth who I taught the art of chandlery, of protecting his clan, of the most basic of human decency seemed to wither in fetid lightning. Felix had died, and the wool had been cast over my eyes. As he was dragged, thrashing and screaming, I disowned him. Little did it matter, oh so late into it all - and yet all the same, I disowned him. Some pity, some morose creature stared back at me then. Only a minute or so later, and he sat before the cells, he was beheaded. We cried, admonished by the guards for doing so, not because a necromancer had died. We cried for the soul lost, for the boy who had damned himself, and others, to the wastes of the end. We cried for a family member lost to the darkness, where Vic’s flame can never shine. We cry for the lost." "Not too long after, I spoke with the O’Rourke, and one of the princes. I know not if it was Aranuir, nor Arathor, for my wits were gone. One by one the Wicks were taken and moved to Numendil, where we finally were set before the Prince Arathor who would rule over our trial. Notably, Glim Wick, a Haeseni Wick showed up to the trial, outraged at the pretenses. What a trial it was, for in the hysteria of my people, some spoke out. First it was Stephan, a boy of twelve who held crass words for the Prince. He was given a warning that his tongue would be cut if he spoke again." "So he did, speaking but a murmur. Without halt, the knight beside Stephan grabbed the boy’s tongue and cut it in one fell swoop. Failing to cauterize the wound, the boy began to bleed out, turning sickly pale as he neared death. It was the aid of a Bishop that went over to tend to the boy’s wounds that saved him so. As this happened, outrage began, and Glim harmlessly moved out of line, calling Prince Arathor a name. In return, he was fully blinded, a hot knife was scoured into his one good eye. As more uproars happened, each harmless quip was met with violence." "Each Wick was tested by Malchadiel’s flame, all of us passed." "Georgiana was told that an anonymous source had brought forth information to Numendil of Georgiana’s involvement in Felix’s fell deeds. Without the disgruntled comments from a nearby onlooker, she would have been sentenced to death. Arathor claimed full power of the crown, saying that he and he alone was given power to do as he pleased. Talking him down, he instead opted to sever her hands- and so Georgiana lost her limbs. I had spoken out after this, after numerous warnings I told them they had damned all Wicks for the crime of one. I told them they failed to uphold the ways of Owyn. Arathor originally planned to take my tongue for the offense, though later decided to take an eye. With a hot knife he first slashed, then cauterized my left eye." "It was then all Wicks were deemed complicit in Felix’s crimes, for it was beneath our crypt that his deeds were done: nevermind we had children, and Wicks who never stepped foot in Numendil. For reference, Glim Wick was Haeseni, not residing where these crimes against GOD took place. We were set to have a brand, an eye of iblees on our foreheads, and to be banished from the lands of Idunia. It was talked down to a brand on the wrist, and so, one by one, we were branded with a hot iron and sent on our way. This is my recount as I remember, most hazy, so many years ago." As the Wicks say, "We aren't done yet". Do not let many pay the price for the misdeeds of one.