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Written and Issued by Georgiana Wick 2005 || Year 5 of the RAT ❖———————✞———————❖ It was a cold, windy and downtrodden day. There was much to discuss, as the last Moot happened 14 years prior. The Wicks gathered around the large dining table in Cliffhaven hall, Enswerp - unable to moot on in their own land due to construction. The new Wickwald, nestled within the Holy regency is hidden among Alba and Enswerp, a shroud of both mystery and beauty. 12 were present, some old, some new. This gathering showed great promise to the revival of the Wick-folk. After personal grievances against one-another were shared, as is tradition, the Grand Wick Georgiana Wick stood from her seat, to begin the proceedings of the moot. The first order of business was to discuss the name of the new Wicktown. Each Wick was allowed to cast out ideas, and in turn, were allowed to vote for more than one name. Names of the following were considered: Glimtown, Broomtown, Spudsburg, Wickleton, Wickleton, Warwick. To come to the name of the town, as Wicks do, they vote in a democratic manner. There were three rounds of voting, less Wicks voting in the later rounds. The final Vote results are as follows: Broomtown: 4 Warwick: 4 Broomtown was voted to be the new name of the town. Broom Wick, who proposed the name initially, was ecstatic. The second order of business was to discuss the contents of the town, if there was anything specific a Wickfolk would like to see in the town, now dubbed “Broomtown”. Ideas such as the following were provided: Rat Pits Free-Range Rats A gingerbread house for Spuds A school-house A Library “Wickmart” A cave These wonderful ideas are all being put to consideration. The third order of business was to discuss if there should be another Grand Wick election. While it may be assumed that a Grand Wick is for life - this is untrue. The Grand Wick is a democratically elected position, the Wicks being akin to the pioneers of democracy, of course. Kuvnag’Ungri’Wick said that he wished for another election! So as Wicks do, they organized themselves in a practiced manner to vote once more. In Wick elections, every person present is offered a vote. The vote Results are as follows: Kuvnag’Ungri’Wick: 1 Georgiana Wick: 5 Spuds Wick: 4 Georgiana Wick Remains Grand Wick. A Note from the Grand Wick I would like congratulate the new Wick, Fionn Wick. For he has taken upon himself to complete the oath and trial to become one of us. He is Wick. I would also like to extend my praise to Ser Charles “The ReKindled” af the Wickwald. This night is the first Shepard since the Acre rebellion! It has been a hard time for the rats. Over the past year, the Wick-folk have faced much adversity from the outside world. Thanks to Goran Wick, the Wickfolk now have a place to call their own. We have faced much hardship, but we will prevail. In our new home, there will always be a bed for the misunderstood rat. We’re Not Done Yet. ❖———————✞———————❖ The one, Grand Wick, Georgiana Wick

A certain figure shreds up the missive. She hates the Salazar family, and would take great pleasure in destroying their liveleyhood.

After the fateful night of the Wickident of 2004, the Grand Wick Georgiana spent countless nights eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. She pondered on the what ifs of the un-coming of her favorite nephew, Felix. What evil now was he up to? How many lives has he destroyed? If he never got his lumps, his ear never brutally torn off twice, if the adults had paid better attention to him, would he still be like how he was? an undead necromancer? A shame to the house of Wick? A million questions pop into her head, but she has no answers. There is no what ifs, but only what is and what has been done. And he had really done it. It felt like she was mourning still. But how could she morn one that was still alive, if even undead? With thoughts racing, the woman finally tired herself out, sending herself into a dreamless sleep. There was much to do in the morning, and there was no use wasting daytime on Felix anymore, although her love was still there. There were other Wicks to attend to, other things to worry about. The night after, Georgiana also finds herself unable to sleep, so she prays. Perhaps for the thousandth time this month. She prays hard, despite knowing his soul is beyond redemption, and that he is doomed to be an a-front to the living and to God forever.

so u didnt think to ask me ?

"It is imperative for the Crown of Numendil to face their injustice—not only to the Family Wick, but to our Lord GODAN," commented Georgiana Wick as she read the missive, glancing back at her de-tongued child, who was struggling to adapt to his new, cruel way of living. "The outcome of such would not only heal my family from our woes, but also those who, in the future, may fall victim to the Crown's unjust violence."

Written and Issued by Georgiana Beda Wick Issued On The 24 of Suns Smile 2004 ❖———————✞———————❖ WE DO NOT FORGET. We shall never forget the Iblessian path our nephew Felix Wick has chosen. The shame he has brought upon the Wick family will not be forgotten, nor the hardship we have endured as a result of his actions. The path of necromancy leaves no chance for redemption in life or death, especially in the family Wick. Thus, we renounce him in the name of the Lord and separate ourselves from his actions in his Iblessian-led life. He is no longer Wick. May the lord have mercy upon his soul. WE DO NOT FORGET. The entire family was rounded up - cousins, children, mothers, brothers, and sisters. We were herded into the cold, stone cells of Hyspia, then dragged through the shadowed halls to the Numendil Throne Room. In days long past, the Wickfolk were mercilessly hunted, not for any crime of their own, but simply for bearing the name of Wick. Their bloodline alone was enough to mark them for death. Families were torn apart, slain without reason. These stories, grim and tragic, are passed down through the generations; a tale of the suffering our kin endured, a legacy of oppression that has shaped who we are. But as history teaches, there can always be worse. And the actions of the Numendil royalty have shown us this truth with an unrelenting cruelty. The Family Wick took no part in Felix’s crimes, nor held any knowledge of such activities. yet in Numendil, the crime of one means for the punishment of all. Our family was tested as darkspawn. All of us were found innocent, and yet. They blinded a Wick who was already half blind. Both eyes were sliced out. He was innocent of all crimes. They took one eye and broke the jaw of a Wick. He was innocent of all crimes. They almost beheaded A Wick - the only “evidence” being of a person unnamed, and un-present. They said There is no trial, there is only the word of the monarchy which is truth. They took both her hands. She was innocent of all crimes. They broke the jaw of a Wick child and cut off his tongue. He almost bled out and drowned in his blood. He was innocent of all crimes. They branded all of the Wicks present with the eye of Iblees, the mark of the traitor, under the knowledge that the Wicks had no part, or no knowledge of Felix Wick’s dark deeds. This is not justice. This is tyranny. This is Wickophobia. WE DO NOT FORGET. The One, Georgiana Wick, Grand Wick, TMW, Goran Wick, Lord af the Wickwald TMW, Casimir Wick, Speaker af the Wickwald Glim Wick,

"They really hate to see a Wick winning!" Cried out Georgiana Wick in despair as she was transported to her next cell....

penned by: me, you, God. US. "Asioth" is a draconic term, when translated literally means "The Divine Gift". Beyond such, its meaning and definition varies from person to person. Within these pages I shall relay my own findings and thoughts of the matter. the Term Asioth comes from the greater philosophy of "Asiothism", coined by Azdromoth himself. But what is Asioth? And how does one achieve it? We are all God's people, created in his own image. This is what the Cannon Church has taught generations of like-minded people. However, it is within my belief of which I hold dear that if we are created in God's image, a piece of God is implanted in each and every one of us. In this way, we are God. I am God, you are God, and God is God. I know this because I am created in God's image, meaning I am God. I know this because I have free will and complete control to do my own bidding - God's bidding. But yet, this does not make us God. You are not, I am not God, I am myself. Everybody has free will, and if that free will is to God, we are all God. When one prays to God, they pray to themselves. They will themselves to do their own building. I am God, and if it is God's will, it is my will. I think, therefore I am. Therefore I am God. But I am not God. With this free will, comes with an urge for a purpose. What is a purpose other than something to fill an otherwise empty life? It is nothing and everything. It is a journey. You have no purpose at all. You are an empty shell of a being. Until you are not. Until God, which you are, which you are not, wills you not to be or not to be. The greater purpose of a purpose is to find purpose, but is it to fill such purpose? But what is a purpose? It is whatever God deems it to be. Heed this warning: To find Asioth is to be as far away from Asioth as possible. You will never fufil your purpose. You will never fufil your Asioth. Unless of course, you do. In which case, you are on the wrong journey. You must then turn back lest you wish to die from a life of pure meaningless. There is no such thing as Asioth from another, other than what you will it to be. To have Asioth is to have conviction in everything you do. There is no person worthy of seeking Asioth if they do not posses conviction. To have conviction is to be God. But you are God, but you are also not. It is up to you to make your life filled with purpose. But turn back. For once you have found it, it will have been all for naught.

"They hate to see a Wick winning, don't they?" replied Georgiana to her wall, smoking a cigar.

"How false these words are, coming from a man fervently calling himself Godly and of Morals.” quipped that of the Grand Wick, Georgiana Wick. "One who must call describe himself of others as he does, may not be as much as he thinks he may be." "He seemed to have a problem with many people at the wedding, even using his own son to further his agenda! Tis almost like.. the Keen is jealous and had eyes for the Countess, but was unable to make a move."

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Georgiana Wick, with two babies she found in the bushes, on her hip put on her reading glasses and observed her Nephew's horribly written missive in distaste. She let out an exasperated sounding sigh, tossing the parchment into the flames nearby. "WWWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"

Georgiana secretly wondered what costumes were politically correct, taking a blurred glance at her musin costume..

Georgiana Wick, still slightly unaware of the weight her unfortunate deed, traveled to the graveyard the next evening, almost tripping over her ancestor Wick's grave in her haste. She placed a fresh vase of flowers on the ground before procuring and lighting a single candle for her nephew's beloved rat, Wickers. Squatting down onto the freshly dug earth, she traced the sign of the cross on her chest. ✞———————❖———————✞ ✞———————❖———————✞ She lingered for a moment, watching the shadows flicker from the candlelight, when suddenly the wind picked up, accompanied by the ominous call of a vulture and the rustle of leaves. Startled, she pushed herself up from the ground, casting a paranoid glance around before hastily returning to her house. She locked the door and bolted the wooden slats, as if hoping to ward off whatever she feared might follow her. Back in her room, she reached out to pet the blurry outline of her own rat, Tobenamed, who nuzzled against her hand. But as the weight of her actions pressed down on her, she realized slowly the damage she had caused. Sleep eluded her that night; a strange paranoia coiled tightly around her mind, refusing to let go. Was it just her paranoia spiraling out of control once more, or had something truly returned to the Wickwald?

[!] In every city, town, and countryside, Courier Rats would flood the streets in great numbers, a missive, along with a small piece of candy tied to their backs. These rats would attempt to leave the letter and treat at every doorstep, but most of these messengers would end up dead, stomped and killed at the mercy of unknowing civilians. ✞———————❖———————✞ The family Wick Cordially invites you to WICK-O-WEEN [!] A painting depicting a traditional jack o'lantern placed by a Wick’s abode is printed. ✞———————❖———————✞✞———————❖———————✞ Written and Issued by Georgiana Beda Wick 1998 ✞———————❖———————✞ WOLTAINE’S LAMENT Amidst the ancient wickbaum and whispered secrets of the Wickwald, there exists a night shrouded in eerie tales and flickering candlelight - a night known as Woltaine’s Lament. This special holiday stirs the hearts of Wicks, children and adults alike with tales of Woltaine “the Malevolent”. As the moon ascends to its fullest, casting a silvery glow upon the twisted branches of the Wickwald, families gather in their homes to carve pumpkins into grimacing visages. Each carved face represents a ward against Woltaine’s spirit, a tradition passed down through generations to ward off the pure malice of Woltaine and his evil forces. In the flickering glow of jack-o'-lanterns, elders recount the chilling legend of Woltaine the Malevolent—a once powerful noble of Wick who betrayed his kin for dark sorcery and untold ambitions. Cursed for his treachery, Woltaine's spirit is said to haunt the depths of the Wickwald, seeking retribution against any who dare trespass upon his restless domain. The night before Wick-or-Treat, daring Wick children, in costume as to shield themselves from Woltaine the malevolent, armed with bravery and lanterns, venture into the mist-laden Wickwald in search of Woltaine’s ghost. They tread cautiously along the ancient paths, whispering tales of the Malevolent deeds and daring each other to brave the deepest shadows where his presence is said to linger. Amidst the haunting calls of nocturnal creatures and the rustling of autumn leaves, the children play a game of courage and cunning, seeking to glimpse the phantom of Woltaine amidst the spectral mists. Some claim to hear his mournful lament echoing through the trees, while others swear they see his shadow flit between the gnarled trunks. Woltaine’s Lament is a night of thrilling adventure and spine-chilling excitement, where the veil between the mundane and the supernatural grows thin. It serves not only as a time of playful terror but also as a reminder of the dangers that lurk in the shadows—and the resilience of the House of Wick in facing them together. Goran Wick ✞———————❖———————✞✞———————❖———————✞ ✞———————❖———————✞ FESTIVITIES [!] a depiction of adults in costume on woltaine’s lament. All those who dare are invited to the Wickwald to enjoy the foreign festivities. There will be traditional Wick delicacies served, as well as beverages. festivities for everyone to enjoy include: WICK-O-TREATING: In the spirit of our sacred traditions, children are invited to dress up in costumes, to shield themselves from Woltaine, and venture from door to door in search of Woltaine’s ghost, which will be in the form of candy and trinkets. Adults are also invited and asked to dress up in costume, to also continue the spirit of the holiday. For adults only, there shall be a drinking contest with a special prize for the brave being that outdrinks the rest. Pumpkin Carving: Unleash your creativity and carve a masterpiece! Costume Contest: Showcase your best outfit for a chance to win a Wicktastic prize. Apple Bobbing: Test your skills and see who can snag the most Wick grown apples. Come and celebrate with us for a Wicktastic night filled with laughter, fun, and cherished traditions! ✞———————❖———————✞✞———————❖———————✞ ✞———————❖———————✞ SPECIAL INVITATIONS While everyone on the continent are invited to enjoy the festivities, the family Wick sends special regards to the following: HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Tar-Caraneth of Númendil and all of Royal House Arthalionath HIS LORDSHIP, Lord Paramount Glyndwr Glennmaer of Garenbrig and the Knights of the Pyre HIS LORDSHIP, Sir Edwyn O’Rourke of Al’Ildic and his noble pedigree HIS LORDSHIP, Sir Eldacar Marsyr of Cartref Mor and his noble pedigree HIS GRACE, Exilic-Duke Markus Sarkozic of Adria and the Great Adrian Duma HIS LORDSHIP, Alteon Gwynadar and his noble pedigree HIS LORDSHIP, Stefan Euler and the Knights of the Ivory Tower ✞———————❖———————✞✞———————❖———————✞ WE’RE NOT DONE YET. ✞———————❖———————✞———————❖———————✞ ✞———————❖———————✞ Georgiana Grand Wick, The One, Georgiana Beda Wick

[!] In every city, town, and countryside inhabited by the people of Wick, Wick Courier Rats would flood the streets, a missive strapped to their backs. Some of these rats would await patiently at doorsteps of the people of wick, but most met a grim fate, squashed and killed without mercy. Their messages were lost on the streets and sewers, mingling with the grime and filth. ✞———————❖———————✞ Issued On The 16 of Suns Smile 1991 WICKSMOOT: 1991 EDITION THE FAMILY WICK “We’re Not Done Yet” ✞———————❖———————✞✞———————❖———————✞ Written and Issued by Georgiana Beda Wick 1991 | 195 ✞———————❖———————✞ WICKSMOOT OF 1991 Deep in the woods of Numendil, the Wick family huddled around the fireplace. With only six members present and the previous Wick mysteriously vanished, tension filled the air. The traditional Wick gathering had come abruptly, spurred by the unexpected disappearance of the last Grand Wick, The one, Goran Wick. TMW, Calaron Wick, Speaker of the Wickwald, stepped forth on the stage, offered a sage prayer for the missing Wick before inviting those who wished to ascend to the position of Grand Wick on stage. The first wick to step to the stage was Georgiana Wick, with a bought of unusual confidence. The second happened to be the Now disowned Andreé Ines, standing tall as she had done in the previous election. The third would be that of Adelheide Wick, a young, yet ambitious and eccentric member of the Wickwald. While the outcome remained a mystery, one thing was clear: this was the year of the woman. As the tables were being set up for the votes and the candles were passed around, the young Felix “The Heard” Wick would inquire to the three candidates why they should earn his vote, which sparked a heated debate. Andreé Ines would rescind her campaign once more, leaving the members to vote for the two remaining candidates. From there, the voting started, the members contemplated who deserved the candle to be placed at their table. The votes are as follows: Georgiana Beda: 4 votes Adelheide: 2 votes Without any disagreement, a decision was reached. The only, Georgiana Beda Wick was to be the new Grand Wick. ✞———————❖———————✞✞———————❖———————✞ TO GORAN My cousin, I do not know where you have gone or why. But we will pray for your safety and hold candlemass for your safe return. Wherever you might be, know that there is always home among the Wicks. May you be blessed for your well being and prosperity. ✞———————❖———————✞✞———————❖———————✞ FROM THE GRAND WICK The Grand Wick Cabinet: TMW, Calaron Wick, Speaker of the Wickwald @Security_ Vacant, advisor of Service TMW, Lalaithion Wick, Advisor of Culture and Ethics @EmbryoGod Vacant, Advisor of Commerce Vacant, Advisor of Spirit As Grand Wick, I choose to follow in Goran Wick’s footsteps to continue and strengthen the tradition of Wick so it may flourish and grow our family. The cabinet of the Grand Wick will also be continued, with elections coming in the coming months for vacant positions. The opinion of a Wick holds great significance to me, and so, I invite the people of Wick to come forth every year to share their opinions and ideas that concern and impact the family. In the words of the One, Goran Wick: To any Wicks who would wish to aid in my duties as Grand Wick, the door is always open. For now, the Home of the Wick remains in the White City Númenost for the foreseeable future. To any unhoused, lost, or traveling Wicks, know there is always a bed for the weary rat. WE’RE NOT DONE YET. ✞———————❖———————✞✞———————❖———————✞ ✞———————❖———————✞ Georgiana The Only, Georgiana Beda Wick Grand Wick