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On the Eve of Collision

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Months before in the stone cell of a dungeon, Ryheric saved the last fragment of his decimated spirit by one obsession. The idea that, even if it killed him, he would end the life of Vahiy's puppet overseer, General Efedagon.

Now, he rode beside his nemesis. Both warriors equally cornered into the next mission. Equally despising it, for vastly different reasons.

The most bizarre development to Ryheric was his realisation he wanted Efedagon to live through this. He would even fight and bleed with him to see it so.

Sicarra's Tale

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Sicarra had been brought to Herne, and Ryheric had been entrusted to hear out her tale, in full. He had known the girl for quite some months, and yet he had never realised the depth or extent of what she had suffered until that day. How long she had spent in private, silent agony. Fearing every day, for love and absence of her taken daughter, Salin. How alone she had felt as a foreign girl in Bree. Not only foreign, but deaf, and with a supportive friend who had betrayed her in the worst way. No wonder the girl was so desperately open.

Drunken Shenanigans

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Whiskey. Wine. Ale. Tankard after tankard. Flask. Bottle.

How much did they have to drink? It was a blur, but that was alright.

It was time to rest and revel after the long, violent, unspoken journey Ryheric had taken to Rohan.

Emmie was in on the drinking. So was Sicarra. Tarsorel was buying. It was going to be a night of mischief, mayhem and reckless shenanigans!

Fateful Path

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...Many weeks earlier...

Ryheric and the black colt Son of Mouse (whom he secretly named Kacis - Escape) spent weeks of travel in haste, and hidden off the main roads where possible.

The horse was paced, and took to the routines and rhythms well. Their travels were far from trouble-free. But Kacis was a good horse, and Ryheric taking troubled paths was like a duck in water. So familiar was he to this way of life.

He drank in the wilderness and his solitude.

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