Breathlessly, covered in scratches and dirt; Caelin O'Corr had finally reached his brothers on their cattle drive. He lept from his steed upon reaching the encampment and collapsed to the ground, weak from the exhaustion of a nonstop four day ride. Mark, Chuckie, and Rory rushed to Caelin's aid, pulling him up and bringing him into one of the tents that had just been recently set up at dusk.
After some water and giving Caelin time to calm down, he burst into telling the story of what he had seen, and the news that Morgan, Mary, and Rebecca had rushed to him via carrier falcon. After a swift retelling of the events at the inn, and the additional news of the stabbing/shooting late at night, the Brothers O'Corr wasted no time in their leave of the campsite.
No tents were taken down, no supplies brought along besides what was still tied down to the horses. Rory, Flynn, Jack and Chuckie were the frontrunners, the rest of the Brothers trying their best to keep up with them. Jack had ridden up next to Rory, and after a few hours of silence, he looked over and spoke.
"Yer gohnnae naeed ahll ov uhs." Jack, who had consciously and earnestly made an effort throughout his life to erase almost all traces of his accent, now adopted it as a sign of support and familial touchstone of sorts.
"Aye." The word was quick and its end was almost bit off, Rory's jaw clenched hard, tears starting to slowly seep from the corners of his eyes.
"Yer gohnnae naeed toime t'plahn i'. An' y'knouhw i'."
A brief nod from Rory after a few moments. He knew Jack was right, his immediate reaction was to hunt Ahriman down and slaughter him right away, but if the mindwitch was close, and if Ahriman somehow found out that Rory was back, he would put himself in danger, and then he wouldn't be any help at all to Charna.
"Saee 'er faehrs', maeke shuhre shae's ahlroigh' an' knouhws tha' yer bahck an' t'aehre t'kaeep caehre ov 'er." A firm nod and Jack clammed up, knowing his brother would use the rest of the time to plot and plan the revenge he would most surely take, employing the O'Corr family and any other contacts he could muster.
The return of Rory O'Corr to Rhy'Din seemed like it would prove to be most interesting, to say the least.
After some water and giving Caelin time to calm down, he burst into telling the story of what he had seen, and the news that Morgan, Mary, and Rebecca had rushed to him via carrier falcon. After a swift retelling of the events at the inn, and the additional news of the stabbing/shooting late at night, the Brothers O'Corr wasted no time in their leave of the campsite.
No tents were taken down, no supplies brought along besides what was still tied down to the horses. Rory, Flynn, Jack and Chuckie were the frontrunners, the rest of the Brothers trying their best to keep up with them. Jack had ridden up next to Rory, and after a few hours of silence, he looked over and spoke.
"Yer gohnnae naeed ahll ov uhs." Jack, who had consciously and earnestly made an effort throughout his life to erase almost all traces of his accent, now adopted it as a sign of support and familial touchstone of sorts.
"Aye." The word was quick and its end was almost bit off, Rory's jaw clenched hard, tears starting to slowly seep from the corners of his eyes.
"Yer gohnnae naeed toime t'plahn i'. An' y'knouhw i'."
A brief nod from Rory after a few moments. He knew Jack was right, his immediate reaction was to hunt Ahriman down and slaughter him right away, but if the mindwitch was close, and if Ahriman somehow found out that Rory was back, he would put himself in danger, and then he wouldn't be any help at all to Charna.
"Saee 'er faehrs', maeke shuhre shae's ahlroigh' an' knouhws tha' yer bahck an' t'aehre t'kaeep caehre ov 'er." A firm nod and Jack clammed up, knowing his brother would use the rest of the time to plot and plan the revenge he would most surely take, employing the O'Corr family and any other contacts he could muster.
The return of Rory O'Corr to Rhy'Din seemed like it would prove to be most interesting, to say the least.