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Padraig O’Rourke breathed a sigh of relief as news reached him and he leaned back in his chair. “Justice.”

Somewhere deep in Helena, a infamous Adunian mob boss with ties to the Josephite Cartel allowed a smirk to cross his cadaverous visage. The tall blonde haired Adunian would lift a cigar, made from the finest of tobacco he could steal and wrapped with freshly minted Imperial Marks. “I would be worried, aye that I would. But this Helvets lad, why by GOD he must be the most pompous arse I have met yet.” He mused before taking a long drag from the cigar. “Now what was I doing again? Ahh yes.” He said turning back to count the weekly take, the matter forgotten like so many wasted letters on his desk.

Padraig O’Rourke sends out scores of Adunian Dockers with letters, ”I Padraig, vote George Galbraith.”

Surname: O’Rourke First Name: Padraig Address of Residence: Sabari 3 Age: As of 1785, 48 Partisan Affiliation: Josephite ((Username: mandoleader )) _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ELIGIBILITY QUESTIONNAIRE Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Holy Orenian Empire? Have you filled out the census? Yes Do you have any other title, peerage, or military assignment that may conflict with becoming a Member of the House of Commons, as per the Edict of Reform (1763)? No If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the House of Commons, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: N/a

Padraig O’Rourke’s chest swelled with pride as he read over the letter, taking a moment the lanky Adunian gripped the paper in his calloused gnarled hands. A tear formed in the Adunian’s dark green eyes as he thought back to when he too first arrived during the Adunian Immigration to Kaedrin, a scowl formed across his face as he thought back to the signs that the wretched dogs The Pruvias and the Dubois had put up ”No Adunian need apply indeed.” A smirk soon replaced the scowl as he saw not just one Adunian, but three in the Imperial Cabinet. Their day had finally come.

Padraig O’Rourke scowled at the missive sneering as he shook his head ruefully. ”Maybe instead of interfering with the Diet, you sorry sumbitches should look to ye own house. From what ah hear that brother of yours aint paid his lads in damn near four years. Typical corrupt governmental langers protecting eachother.”

A lone figure stood overlooking Helena from the Ghost City Of Tor Eldar. His pale eyes seemed to stare unfocused at the teeming city of man as he processed the information. The death of a dear friend, a sister of battle and even worse the death of a child. The figure almost unseen in foggy mist of the forest took a deep breath and brought a fist to his chest in salute, the resounding crash caused two doves to fly off from the woods and with that the mists surrounded the figure as he faded back into the gloom. What would remain on the doorsteps of the Swint Cabin was a Mirrored Bastard Sword and a battered helmet, its black finish worn and chipped. For the first time in many years as he drew further into the wood, Sepp felt true sadness.

Padraig O’Rourke reads over the document from his Helena Office and he nodded to himself as he dipped his quill into the recess of the stone headstone that served as the tabletop of his desk. With a flourish of his hand, he side the article. Signed Padraig O’Rourke

Padraig O’Rourke allows a thin smile as he returns a letter with his vote a simple “Aye”

Despite shooting down most of the birds that seemed to flock to his Kaedreni Hunting Lodge, Padriag Padrick Seamus Kelly Michel David Donovan Tyrone William Patrick Sean Pious O’Rourke scowled as some of the letters would make their way to his desk. The tall Adunian would stand walking to his roaring fire over which roasted the assortment of crows, ravens, eagles, and hawks that his colleagues had sent out and he threw the letters into the flames. A week later letters would arrive bearing the Rose and Bowie of Padraig O’Rourke. ”TAL, with regards P.P.S.K.M.D.D.T.W.P.S.P.O”

Padraig read over the article a bushy brow raised. “Fecking Hell.” He muttered cutting off the end of a cigar with his Bowie knife. With that he sent a letter to George. “I pray for George and his young family and I know they will do well in the world. Maybe I can even get the lad to embrace his heritage now.” He chuckled “But good going lads.”

SURNAME: O’Rourke FIRST NAME: Padraig ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Sabari 3, Helena DATE OF BIRTH: 1740 Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Holy Orenian Empire? Yes. Do you have any other title, peerage or military service that may conflict with becoming a Member of the House of Commons, as per the Edict of Reform (1763)? No. If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the House of Commons, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Yes. ((MC NAME)):mandoleader

SURNAME: O’Rourke FIRST NAME: Padraig Padrick Seamus Kelly Michel David Donovan Tyrone William Patrick Sean Pious ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Sabari 3, Helena DATE OF BIRTH: 1740 Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Holy Orenian Empire? Yes. Do you have any other title, peerage or military service that may conflict with becoming a Member of the House of Commons, as per the Edict of Reform (1763)? No. If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the House of Commons, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Yes. ((MC NAME)):mandoleader

In Kaedrin boisterous laughs resounded from the Tavern as a group of Adunians and Kaedreni were read the message by the town crier. Padraig O’Rourke looked to his Cousins with a look of bemusement. “Oi Donnie boy do ye know w’at ah just can’t figure? How de feck do ye gut ah Horen from ah wee little halfin and ah big ole lizard?” He paused before he elbowed Jonah Elendil and his face with split by a tobacco stained grin. ”T’ree pint of stout and ah big feckin stool!” He roared with drunken laughter

Back in the mines the Adunian would pause sensing somehow, some Ker or Dwed across the world heard his words. “‘Ow in de feck?” He muttered before returning to work.