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Madron loaded a crossbow. “It’s time for a hunt.”

pat is pretty cool +1

William looked upon the newsletter shortly, tossing it aside. “So I’m to be removed from the family soon, Surprise there.” Sat back at the table and rested his eyes.

Madron would frown. “It seems Duncan won’t invite me though. After all my trouble to keep the bastard alive.”

Madron laughed at how he skipped all these requirements with a cadet rank.

Madron coughed due to his recent injury. “To hell with this group. They put a damn javelin in my chest.” He laid his hand out upon the wound.

Madron sat within the confinement’s of his bedroom. Nodding at the newsletter before tossing it into the fireplace. “What a formidable man.” Coughing a bit due to his deflated lung. Before stepping into bed.

James Madron chuckled a bit. "They were quite a weak bunch of individuals."

James Madron sat back on his armchair at home. Letting off a smile. “Bout damn time. Those Azdrazi need death, it’s bout time they got it.”

[OOC Note: This is not irp knowledge unless you’re within the Pirates group under me] Upon waves crashing into the shore line, the synchronized harmony was disrupted by the creaking of a small wooden raft and a very loud halfling aboard it. As the raft slid up onto the sandy beach it came to a halt. With that came the rise of Timothy's head, finally arriving to his destination. "To think I took a raft all the way from Sutica." He'd mutter as he had hopped off the raft and into the sand where he wiggled it in between his toes. His journey continued into the center of the ghost town that Bramblebury became, yelling and hollering about the small town he had found not a single halfling in sight. "Damned ghost town it be out here." Further wandering about til he stumbled upon blood within the Cookie Crumb Bakery. "Maybe someone slipped." Turned around and kept walking as if he didn't just encounter the blood of a halfling. Further more Timothy drifted about, finding himself upon the Olog fist holes within the Bathhouse, realization crashed upon him like a storm. In fury he turned back to the docks of the small but abandoned settlement, writing a letter to summon his crew. "Lads, I summon you to meet within the ruins of Bramblebury, for we are to be reborn and start havoc upon the nations. Further such I await my first mate Devon Mansfeld. Here my cries and meet me within the next year."

I, James Madron, Chief Commissioner of the MOJ have served this glorious Imperial Ministry for 28 years. Unfortunately, with great sadness and I give my resignation on this faithful day: the 12th of Malin’s Welcome on the 42nd year of the second age- or, 1837, to the administration of the MOJ. I shall keep the reasons as to why short but I think that the MOJ and its administration have disregarded and walked all over my hard work into this Imperial branch and my loyalty to THE HOLY ORENIAN EMPIRE of which we all call home. I do sincerely hope that in my future absence this Ministry flourishes, though I am doubtful of it will truly improve. I shall leave you with the motto of the MoJ. One God, One Law, One Nation. Signed yours…. -James Madron, Oren Aut Mortem

James Madron leaned back into his chair upon reading the letter, holding back is sorrow he let but a single tear drop before grabbing the bottom of his desk and flipping it upon rage. "I shall avenge my comrade with the blood of his killer. That MRA scum shall know pain." Swiftly exiting his office and to the armory with intent to create the weapon that shall bring the MRA's demise. (OOC Note: Had a great time rping with Tower, hope to see him around in the future.)