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The Nervous Groom

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Screenshot: Event screen

Rickstan (or was it Dickban?) awaits his bride.

Marriage Vows

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The Marriage vows of Cedwyn and Rickstan

Brother-in-law's Wedding

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All of these people, gathered to watch the wedding of Rickstan and Cedwyn... Happy tears were shed in these hours.

It's over...

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Diary

It's over...

It's finally over...

Those Dalesmen... they're gone now... they're really gone...

I almost can't believe it...

I saw them off...

Dad returned--though injured--with the news... Gyth came back... Everyone who went and finished the Dalesmen off survived... By the Gods, I'm beyond belief this actually happened...

I'm so relieved...

Rickstan; Life and Times.

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The following are stories and captured events from the storylines and moments around Rickstan. These could be moments in The Prancing Pony, to in depth stories and journal entries around his storylines and plots.

Bard of Bree

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Artwork: Drawing

((Ended up sorting a handful of things that bugged me about it, so reuploaded (sorry!) ))

 

Ameren the bard wearing her usual outfit while loitering in the Pony.

 

Plumed Hat

Finest hat in Bree!

+2 Awesome

 

Colourful Jacket

Makes you easy to spot in a crowd.

Source: 
Me, Photoshop, tablet.

Fairy

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Artwork: Drawing

Fairy is Ameren's varnish roan mare, given to her by the Eglain during her time in the Lone Lands. Ameren treasures the horse above all her other possessions (even the hat) and trusts her unconditionally. 

Source: 
My own artwork, made in Photoshop with a Wacom tablet.

The Life of a Sadist - Chapter Two

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Official Document

This time, his head ached even more - Most likely because of the fact that this time, he hadnt drank some infused water, but instead - Beer. He was forced to drink it, that much he remembered. Oh how he hated beer, how he loathed any form of alcohol. The drunkards' drink, the one that clouded your mind, made you slip. Atleast he knew what time it was, though he didn’t know where he was for a moment - He woke up in a bale of hay, with thin strands of grass in his mouth, and dust on his face.

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