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Casimir began hauling up the nearly unpaved road of the wickwald a wagon, filled with a humble sum of gold. "An aurum dagger for everyone!"

❖———————————✞———————————❖ The VVicksmoot of 2012 ❖———————————✞———————————❖ The Wicksmoot started as any other, with the airing of grievances. No grievances were held, save for the deaths of both Glim Wick, and Georgiana Wick. Such a great loss of life with two Wicks perishing in such a short time has hit the clan hard. Rare is it, so rare it requires an official response to prevent further loss of life. Hereby, it is prohibited for any Wick youth to enter the burial caves beneath the Wickwald, and likewise no adult should enter alone, nor without ample weaponry. Spiderlings of all sorts have taken hold, and will need to be exterminated in the Mercyflame and routed from our sacred grounds. Only once the spiderling menace is removed may we safely bury and respect our dead. The election for Grand Wick was next on the docket, and a close election it was. First it was Yuria Wick, a young and emboldened Wick who has done much for the Wick name, a young and purehearted horendaughter through and through. A long breath awaited, would she be Grand Wick by default? More moments passed until Casimir Wick took to a stand. Both Wicks spoke their piece on how they would act as Grand Wick, how they would improve Broomtown and the County as a whole- and then, it was time to vote. A close vote was held, each Wick present voted until.. Three candles for Yuria Wick. And Five for Casimir Wick. Casimir Wick was named Grand Wick, the One. Hereby, as my first order of Wickdom, as the Grand Wick, the One and Sole, I name Yuria Wick the new Speaker of the Wicks. As a scribe may she work to uphold the tenets of the Canon, and to keep Wickdom alive and thriving. Likewise will she take up office whenever a Lord or Grand Wick is absent. Secondly, within the next week, we shall hold mayoral elections for Broomtown. Any resident of Broomtown may run, even non Wicks! Keep an eye out for the ballot box which will reside in the center of town. A time will be chosen to determine candidates, and allow them a platform to speak their ideas on how to expand and upkeep the town. May the light of Vic guide, and may the Mercyflame bring God’s light to our humble land. We are not done yet ❖———————————✞———————————❖ Casimir Wick, the One, Grand Wick

[!] Missives are sent throughout the land by way of courier rat. A large collection of the missives are found in the Lowlands, along lemon trees and in the gutters of Ivorian sewers. ❖———————————✞———————————❖ Transferring of the Wickwald Title Written by Casimir Wick on the 12th of Malin’s Welcome ❖———————————✞———————————❖ For well over a decade, the Lord Goran Wick of the Wickwald has led and served the Wicks well. Being the first to bring candles to the cursed land dubbed the ‘Wickwald’, prior it had been host to several phenomena. The first few weeks were filled with hardship, as both tools and supplies for building the camp disappeared in the night. Gargantuan holes in the very earth were uncovered, layers of dirt missing, and at night a terrible ‘galunga galunga’ would echo from the tree lines. By lead of Goran Wick, candles were lit and brought to the far reaches of the woods, fearing the strange phantasmal force that has since left the land. Likewise he served well as the lead of the Alban guard, building up their main reserves of armor and weapons, and likewise training a squadron of guards that protected the city of Elizabeth. The very likes of Broomtown only exist due to his ability to plead the Wick case, granting us a humble slice of land to call our own. So it is with heavy heart that it is announced, Goran Wick is stepping down from the Lordship of the Wickwald, known by the title Warwick. In his steed, he names Fionn Wick his rightful heir. Hereby the title of Lord Wick of the Wickwald is granted to Fionn Wick, and gains all land holdings, titles, and rights bestowed upon the Lord Wick that Goran once held. Long live Fionn Wick, Lord of the Wickwald! ❖———————————✞———————————❖ Goran Wick, Once Lord af the Wickwald Casimir Wick, Speaker af the Wickwald

Feat slots would be fine, though I think it should have a bit of naunce. Should someone not be allowed to have Herald of Azdromoth [FA] if they have Alchemy [FA], Tawkin [FA], and Animii [FA]? I think there are quite a few feats that all differ greatly, while I'd like to see a limit I don't think it can be applied to everything.

[!] Missives are sent to all lands, far and wide, stamped with a wax rat seal. 2011 || Year 11 of the RAT Hark! For the Grand Wick, Georgiana Beda, is dead. On the 23rd of Godgrey’s Triumph 2011, The one, Georgiana Wick ventured into the caverns near the Wickwald, letting a select few others know. When she made no return hours later, available Wickfolk took into the cave with candles and weaponry in search of the Grand Wick. Soon they come upon a terrible discovery. A giant hoard of Spiders made their nest within the hidden walls of the cavern. They were dormant upon arrival, but not hours ago upon Georgiana’s arrival. Her skull and arm were found spat out meters away from the entrance, a terrible display of ruin. Her remains were taken and given a proper burial among her kin in the upper parts of the cave, the Wick crypt. Wickstory on the late Grand Wick Georgiana served as Grand Wick for eighteen long years, first being elected in 1991, and re-elected in 2005. During her tenure, she helped construct two Wickwalds - one in the Numendil land, and one that is the newly erected land of Broomtown. She also founded Wick and Co. Industries LLC and the mega-store known as Wick-mart. Her ability to balance both the civic duties with the economic growth of the family was admirable. She never married, but had three Children she adopted out of the good of her heart; Stephan, Krystiana and Yuria. For her children, we mourn the loss of their mother alongside her Wickedness. May she walks along-side Vic in the seven skies. R.I.P Georgiana Beda Wick 1970 - 2011 We aren’t done yet. Speaker of the Wicks, Casimir Wick

these kids dont understand how good they have it. back in my day darkening was 10 emotes! you had to craft and ressurect constructs backwards, uphill, twelve feet in the snow.

A Wick lights a candle. “May God have mercy on the Keens, and the poor elves they mar.”

The DEI would like to have a word with you squak..

piece by piece the dardonas lore will be gobbled up

Casimir sat within his tower writing upon an old wry scroll. Receiving the letter by courier rat, he took his time to read, furling it once more as the Wick continued his writings. Settling his quill back in the inkwell, he began to pace about his room.

A lich takes a glance at the missive before uncontrollably laughing. An unending cackle rang through the night. “Oh that’s funny… that’s funny.. wait, they’re serious?”

“That was quick,” Casimir mumbled as he began preparing a wagon for key eye witness Fionn Wick.

ill take two please

Casimir can't believe his eyes, true love barred by the church! "Poor brati, this isn't the first time.." Planting a cigar between his lips, the Wick heaved in a smokey breath. "Bah, well, what're you gonna do eh? Innocent is innocent."

you chose the adventure time lich, did Lhindir pay you to do this?? 👺

The savory aromas of fresh ratkebab swept through the Wickwald. Casimir sat by the fire tying down string to baskets, tossing cheese into the net-traps. “Looks like we’ve got some Bad Rats.”

❖———————✞———————❖ Of Flame and Candles Writ by Acolyte Casimir Wick ❖———————✞———————❖ Preamble Growing up as the main caretaker of my family, it was often duty to harvest the small field of grain just yonder the hill of our abode. Tilling, turning the soil, planting and sowing the seed, only to later reap the grain that would feed my little brothers and sister. It was only when I returned from the fields under an azure moon who’s pale countenance stole the sun’s warmth was I permitted the time I treasured most- the time of candlemaking, and of silent prayer. The work of a chandler is one most humble, to craft candles by hand, molded in the maker’s eye only for his work to be consumed, to fall to the passage of time as it fulfills its sole purpose - to burn. It was each night as I carefully dipped the wick into wax, again, and again, and again, I grew closer to the Creator in my work. After beginning my process as an acolyte of the blessed faith, I have had much time to ponder. Reading through the most Holy Scrolls, of excerpts written by past Pontiffs, Saints, aelders of Wick, and through God’s cherished gift unto mortals - revelation - I write this from ignorance of a layman who may only speak from the fragments of insight granted unto me. ❖———————✞———————❖ Pertaining Flame and Light ❖———————✞———————❖ Fire is a primeval aspect of the world, one of its most primitive elements that make up the core of the Mundas. Thus being the mundane, the world is shaped by the elements GOD ordained in his most divine creation. From the earth that the Creator verily shaped by hand to bring height to Aos and Eos, and to mold the first men in clay. From the waters which flow to part mountains into valleys, to bring rain to the weary and thirsty. Air was breathed into the lungs of the first men to give them life - and yet fire was their guide, their Light. Fire may be what seperates Man from Beast In its most basic state. Fire is the warmth that protects against the cold, it is the light cast, illuminating that which was once dark. Of all the elements, it is the only one capable of donning Light. The Light when mentioned in the scrolls is a miracle, deemed only to select few within written history as a sign of His true will. It is a gentle hand, but a fragment of the creator’s own spirit lent in times of great peril, most often wrought by descendantkind’s own hand, or that of the betrayer. 41 Among them lay Saul, uncovered and foul, trampled by the sin he wrought. 42 And Horen glowed with the light of the tabernacle and of GOD. Herein Horen is bathed in the light of the tabernacle, GOD’s own light. The tabernacle, a symbol of a divine unity between GOD and his creation, was sullied twice by mortal works. First by the betrayal of Saul, and thereby the turning of the unfaithful in Horen’s camp. Blood and debauchery brought corruption to the tabernacle from the bodies of the unrighteous and unrepentant, staining it until the time of Horen’s retribution through the Iblis War which brought him penitence. For his Virtue in standing steadfast against the ruin of Iblis, Horen and his people were promised the Seven Skies, a first mending of the tabernacle. The second sullying of the most holy tabernacle was the kinslaying of Harren by Owyn’s hand, scattering the Harren tribe. 51 Here, the Lord spoke “O Owyn, Son of Godwin, Son of Horen, you spill the blood of your uncle in the tabernacle of Horen. 52 Even as My holiest city was sacred in spite of Harren’s rejection, it is spoiled by the blood of kin. Notably it is the act of kinslaying before the tabernacle that defiles it - for even in Harren’s lack of temperance in laying with malinkin, GOD still keeps the flame lit, the tabernacle still sacred in waiting to return Harren to the flock once he is made to REPENT. Though never is he truly able to repent, o’ fallen prophet, instead he is slain after kneeling before the righteous flame of GOD. It is through both failings, whether by corruption from the deceiver, or from the visceral emotion of the mortal man have we failed Him - has GOD’s own chosen prophets failed him. It is written that though Owyn faltered by staining the tabernacle red, redemption through faith and act alone would bring amends. This form of deific interdiction does not scrub away the sin cast nor the life taken, but rather wholeheartedly accepts that Man will sin, though is nonetheless loved by a benevolent father. As a son may misbehave, nary to listen to the elders above them; the love, wisdom, and guidance of the father is nonetheless unconditional through it all. His works are unknownable, His deeds are most mysterious, and yet through it all He ushers the sons of Man to be the most righteous, the most humble and virtuous to be found through toiling, through failure and acceptance of this failure. So does His light, His flame rest above the highest laurels of the Godkings and Orenian Emperors, paramount as a horn’s call for both faithful and unfaithful to bow beneath, as Horen and Harren once knelt. It is this flame, this Light first gifted unto Horen when he accepted his role as a prophet upon exiting the waters of Gamesh - granted to Owyn as a blinding flame, who made Harren blind to the world but sighted to the truth of a loving GOD that leads us through faith and shadow. This flame of redemption is what drove Owyn to embrace the faithful remnant harrenites as Kohen, donning them in robes of white. It is the flame which brought GOD’s wrath to the heretics of Edel upon redemption of the Exalted Owyn, burning the very corruption that Saul planted within the camp of Horen to ash. The Flame is GOD’s guidance, His presence, and His unending love brought to the mortal realm for any and all, even the lowliest of heretic and heathen to bask in. It is the duty of His flock to act, to bring will to motion to mend His most holy of plans to fruition. To be flame. ❖———————✞———————❖ On Candles ❖———————✞———————❖ The candle, a staple within every temple, church, and monastery throughout Canondom. Placed with care in the halls of Kings and Princes down to the servants chamber just beneath, the candle is a symbol of the Light, insight, and knowledge. For many it is a simple replacement for a torch, one which does not require oil, nor burn with a noxious fume but rather a single coddled flame which offers humble light in its lonesome. To the chandler the candle is a symbol of craftsmanship and a means to achieve humility by labor. We are called by the scroll of Virtue to be humble and diligent, to not allow the sloth of Iblis to take our souls and idle hands. The humility of the chandler is to understand his work will one day melt and fade, just as the fruits of the cook’s labors shall be consumed. And while the cook may feed the body, the chandler feeds the spirit. Liturgical candles are fashioned from the wax of bees typically upon a holy anointed land. Upon fields where flowers blossom without risk of otherworldly corruption and plague, it is as near to the blessed tabernacle we may achieve. The wax is melted thrice over, with all impurities boiled out of it, or sifted in the melting process. This keeps the wax, the body, pure as holy oils are added for scent. The wicks are often hewn from the hides of sheep, washed and rinsed in the rivers of the Holy See, then set to a loom and left to dry. A painstaking process of dipping the wick in the boiled wax again, and again, and again gives the candle its tapered, ellipsoidal domed top. Once the desired shape is fashioned, any excerpt recognized by the Holy Mother Church may be inscribed into the face of the candle. To finalize the consecration of a liturgical candle, a ribbon of cloth is tied to its base as it is blessed by a holy Kohen, devoting it fit for use in sacrament and mass. It is the candle which acts as a conduit for one’s faith as an implement often utilized when reading a segment of a Holy Scroll, or of any text whose insight may be gleamed. The wax acts as the base, the foundation upon which faith and all source is garnered. This is not GOD, but rather the source from which further meaning is derived from his works, a pure and unadulterated form. It is truth, perhaps at times unknowable to mortals in their short sight. The wick serves as the bridge which ties innate truth of the candle’s wax base to the flame, which is action. The fire upon the wick is the conviction of the mortal, the reading of text and understanding taken as an act of will. Fire brings enlightenment through the virtue of diligence, for the Kohen must be forthright in mind, body, and spirit to learn and live the words of GOD as best he can. Fire is the action which broadens the reading and insight of holy texts, tied inherently to the wick which permits only a select amount of wax to be melted. It is assumed that GOD did not put all of his knowledge, nor even a miniscule fragment of it in the scrolls- for it is by our own hands we must learn, as we are of the mundane we must live by it. Truly would we be ruined if any were to gaze upon the unfettered TRUTH of GOD if He were to deem it so, our eyes like Harren, blinded before his light should the candle’s wax be consumed in a single gulf of flame. Rather, we are to learn what is permitted by He alone, and though there is no innovation in faith, GOD has given us revelation. A fine line it is, for divine absolution rests within GOD alone, and yet we cannot become affixed and consumed purely to the divine- nae, we must root ourselves in the earth and toil. Yet in our earthly realm we must climb and clamber, and oftentimes fail to reach closer to the divine, to live or falter in the light virtue. Revelation through study demands the Kohen, and even the layman to light the candles of their home. Be it the father, the mother, lead through action and will as one. The more humble one’s stature, the closer they are to the baseness of the candle - that wax which must be cared for, worked towards. The greater the conviction to learn, act, and understand GOD’s truth, are you brought closer to flame. It does not fall into our lap in a silver spoon, but rather demands one’s full conviction of mind, body, and spirit to kneel before it and learn. “Only when heeded by GOD himself, physical body and human life come together as wax and wick into candle, the result is a flame: a relationship with GOD that is characterized by two conflicting drives, by a yearning to draw nearer in tandem with a mortal commitment to draw back. The materiality of life evokes in the soul a desire to tear free of it and fuse with the Divine. But the closer the soul is drawn to GOD, all the more does it recognize that it can fulfill His will only as a distinct and physical being. So while the corporeality of the wick triggers the flames upward surge, the divine will implicit in the wax sustains its commitment to existence and life.” - Thomas Wick Tend well the candles of thine home, plant the oils of myrrh and frankincense into the wax, cut thy wicks when the ends grow frayed. Take pride in minor works, works not done in the public eye but rather in solitude for the glory of He alone. The flame of GOD rests in each and every fire, we need only be receptive yet proactive to the affects of GOD - GO! and light the candle’s wick. GO! and be flame!

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“Wickgars? They’re called Wickwoods!” Casimir quickly scribbles on a long binding contract whilst a grubby lawyer rubs his hands together, finalizing the registered trademark.

"Nyehehehehe" rattles a rat.

Casimir Wick made sure to pin the date, preparing many a candle to sprinkle through the town. “Lights aplenty for a bright people, let their land be as resolute as their very own foundations so far.”

Are necromancers a creature now? The clear intent of aurum is to bring harm to “creatures” that are no longer descendants. If you want aurum to harm descendants with corrupted souls, blood magic, heraldry, mysticism, etc. would likewise be found out by aurum testing herein. If this isnt your position my bad, but Templars trying to test necromancers using aurum rules is silly munchkin metaplay.

“The court prays to find her guilty? Before all evidence and testimony is given - what of Truth? Is G-D’s Justice blinded by avarice and ambition?” Questions a weary one-eyed.

thank you for doing the boots on the ground science we all needed wowj