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The now drunken sole clans men stared at the invite. “Seems I missed it.” He simply shrug it off.

The Young child smiled. “At last Abee will get recognition.” Qadir beamed as he set down the missive before walking off.

James Madron would respond. "Lacks to mention that I killed ten of those bandits, even at my age!"

[!] The Initiates lines themselves up for promotion before the Lord Commander and his Military Chancellor In honor of His Grace Eugeo De Astrea @Suicidium and Heir Apparent Aylin Reede De Astrea @Charbi The Following Initiates shall be elevated to the rank of Enflammer within the Elysian Army: Ursus Grandaxe @_Grey_W0lf_ Okori Hearthorn @Akayrose_ Radvan Rhimmol @AmericanSniper52 Congratulations to our new Enflammers as they reach the next step in their duty to serve and protect His Grace and The Ruling Family.

I want floaty sword magic

we live in a society

Madron smiled at his sons promotion.

The household head of the current Nria-Crane family sat, staring upon the missive. A tear rolled down his face. “How far my best friend has come.” Pyrin would smile gently.

Coach Pyrin clapped at the victory of the teams before exiting the court to prepare for next seasons game.

Madron smiled and chuckled a tad. “God Bless our emperor, for those dwarves should pray.”

Madron chuckled at the missive. “These short men should be comedians. They’ve chickened out of a war they started.”

Thanks Duncan

Madron nodded at the missives. “Surely if the dwarves try anything out reservists will clean them up easily.”

“GOD Save Oren.” Madron would nod as he recieved the missive.

When will Amie die?

Madron turned. “Feels familiar doesn’t it. What a shame though, the young boy I turned into a man didn’t invite me.”

William set the missive down onto his desk, an overwhelming guilt and regretful feeling washed over his in waves. The young man sat quietly as he balled his eyes out, ashamed that he couldn’t apologize to his father in time.

When do we get ghost George?

James Madron waved his hand in the air for a bit. “Maybe if I was a bit faster I could have beaten that other Ensign and the General to the big guy. Would’ve had six kills then, shame.” He cleaned off his mace.

Coach Pyrin broke a clipboard over his knee, respectively he clapped for the other team. Calling his team over for a small pep talk.

RP Name: William Darkwood MC Name: oryP Voted: Yes

Coach Pyrin slammed a clipboard across his knee as his efforts paid off. “For the best team they sure played like the amateurs.”

Pyrin lifted a chair and slammed onto the court, yelling a number of swears in anger as The Talus Grove Druids lost the game.

SURNAME: Darkwood FIRST NAME: William ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Darkwood Manor MUNICIPALITY/ARCHDIOCESE OF CANDIDACY (State 'National' if not running in a specific municipality): National YEAR OF BIRTH: 1820 Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Municipality or Archdiocese you are running? Yes Do you have any other title, peerage or military service that may conflict with becoming a Member of the Imperial Diet, as per the Edict of Furnestock (1838)? Yes If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the Diet, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Yes

Madron nodded. “Police master, very good.”