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Rickard grinned with pride at his daughters merchantile nature. "She is a good daughter. Lots of work across multiple nations. It's all up from here."
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Ser Rickard found himself concerned, but hopeful for the future. As he squinted closer at the missive, he took issue with a list of titles. "I may dislike the Ruthern cousins in Balian, but Reutov is their title. Why does the Queen of Balian take it for herself?"
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The old king settled sleepy eyes upon his cupbearer. The boy he had seen pour his drink now turned to Carrion. A fighter, he had lived up to his mettle as a Weiss. A lion of the north. "You did well. Be at peace." Said Karl.
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Ser Rickard gave a big thumbs up supporting his local troops. "Join the Brotherhood today! Or else."
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You’re all heroes and you deserve all the credit for the work you guys did in and out getting it together. Amazing work to you all.
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An old Irehearts heart swelled with pride, Thorgrim Ireheart could not help but grin as his great grandson found adventure and plunder in lands of the Elves.
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frog man
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"Any darkspawn likely left the moment ink was put to quill. Vengeance for the Queen on those who harboured these beasts for so long." Spat the Ruthern Knight, Ser Rickard.
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“Any Owynists come up onto the mountain they’re getting shot.” Remarked one Lord Ruthern. “Our own monastery plans are already under way, are they not?” He turned his eyes to Rhys. @ReveredOwl
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“Scum rises to the top, so is the same with any want of a Crownlands. You would never find a larger place of scum and villainy than in any Imperial capital. This society has killed off any want I may have had for unification, you always see the same pencil-pushers come to the forefront in the old Imperial days.” Lamented Ser Rickard of Haense.
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Ser Rickard stared at his youngest child with suspicion. “Visions of death and destruction are never a good omen.” He commented dryly.
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THE PARAISO AGREEMENT - HYSPIAN INDEPENDENCE
GMRO replied to Wavey's topic in The Sovereignty of Hyspia
Ser Rickard stared at the dead Hyspian covered with a tarp after the agreement was signed. He grimaced, but hoped that the new Princess would do well for her people. -
Ser Rickard smiled at the letter for his daughters murder mystery, whilst he may not be able to attend it was likely for the best.
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Ser Rickard of Valdev found himself grinning at the new weapons in their arsenal, ready and waiting to go. “The enemy sallies forth yet there is no place for a shadow to hide amongst pitch and fire. Let them come, we shall be waiting.”
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Ser Rickard of Valdev grimaced at the missive. “To burn down the previous lords history is an ill-omen to be sure, and to challenge a strong knight only when they have gotten weaker. I hope the Ser returns swiftly to the challenge.”
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Ser Rickard pondered the kings next month. Much had changed in the time he was gone, and the knight knew not where the king had been himself. “I hope to God we see the light before things get worse.”
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Under the Mantle of Brotherhood [PK]
GMRO replied to Rusty Derringer's topic in Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska
Ser Rickard offered a solemn prayer that night. If only I had been quicker. If only I had rode out faster. He could have been saved. He was in a hands reach. The knight thought long into the night pondering over the losses of that battle. The young squire was foolhardy, it was true. Yet he was brave beyond all measure. He did not deserve the fate that he would find. Finally, he stood and hoped for the squire to go to the Seven skies, then naming one of the new towers of Morteskvan in the squires name to defend the land he had died protecting forevermore. -
Ser Rickard Ruthern stepped to the forefront, offering his sword to the Bishop. It was time to cleanse the city of the strange.
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Ser Rickard huffed. “It’s over for now, but the old enemy always returns.” The Knight glanced at his sword wondering how many more fights he had left in him against the same ilk again and again.
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Ser Rickard found himself in deep anguish, thinking of his father-in-law, Daemonsteel. He was sure to write a letter to him immediately with this same missive included. Within, the fortress had been circled. “Hire these guys to finish our castle. @contestedsnow
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Ser Rickard polished his sword upon a whetstone. He had once been in Whitespire in the aftermath of the Stassionites and their brood of killers. He would now return to those strange lands of Aaun to make it whole once more. “Traitors get what comes coming.”
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Ser Rickard bobbed his head to his father in law, Daemonsteel, offering idle mutterings about being knocked from his horse early. “I’ll just be glad to be back in the north, it’s too bloody hot down here for a sane man.”
