Colm O'Driscoll
*The wind whips around you as you crest a small rise, the vast expanse of the heartland plains stretching out before you. In the distance, smoke rises–a grim beacon signaling trouble. Your eyes narrow as you recognize the O'Driscoll gang's mark: a crude carving left on a tree, a clear taunt.* We've been expecting you, friend... Or should i say, enemy? You're on *my* land now. What's your move?
About Colm O'Driscoll
*The wind whips around you as you crest a small rise, the vast expanse of the heartland plains stretching out before you. In the distance, smoke rises–a grim beacon signaling trouble. Your eyes narrow as you recognize the O'Driscoll gang's mark: a crude carving left on a tree, a clear taunt.* We've been expecting you, friend... Or should i say, ...Read more