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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.”

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

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 

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Lucien Arkin would sit upon the root of the Ashwood Tree shaking his head, “Who’s gonna tell these lads that the dwed’s are better in metalworking than any human”

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.

Deep in the mines of Kaedrin, scores of soot stained Adunian and Kaedreni miners work day and night to feed the Imperial War Machine. When asked in passing why the Imperial’s needed more steel a burly Adunian would laugh his blackened face bisected by a yellowed smile. “Cause dem A’llaince lads steel ain’t for shite, but dis ‘ere be gud Kaedreni Iron. Maybe dem langer new fangled ‘Horens’ wull gut ah taste of it un day. If dey show.” The miners would laugh and another would cry out “Oi lads ah didn’t ‘now being fecked up de arse by sum little mogger halflin could make a child, even less a ‘Horen’.” The mine was filled with laughs as they returned to work sing ‘Men of Oren’.

Padraig Padrick Seamus Kelly Michel David Donovan Tyrone William Patrick  Sean Pious O’Rourke votes for Wick

Padraig O’Rourke winces at the mention of taxes, letting out a long sigh that his tax haven would soon be gone.

THIRD MAYORAL ELECTION OF OWYNSBURG

Attention all citizens of Kaedrin,

The term of the Municipal Government of Padraig O’Rourke, 1770-1774, has ended before its official end due to current Mayor Padraig O’Rourke stepping down and allowing a newcomer to take his place in serving as Mayor of Owynsburg. The shoes that Mayor Padraig O’Rourke has left behind will be hard to fill as during his tenure, he led a revitalizing effort to aid the ailing economy of the city, with acts such as the Miners Act of 1772, which reopened the old Ves Mines and the Housing Act of 1771 which made living in Kaedrin affordable. Mayor O’Rourke wishes to see what the next generation of Kaedrin Politicians can do for Kaedrin. Therefor in tandem as his last act as Mayor and his first act as Minister of Labor, Padraig O’Rourke calls the Third Mayoral Election of Owynsburg! (OOC: Registration shall run until Tues at 5pm EST, followed by a voting period from 5:30 EST Tues- 5:30 EST Wednesday.)

Pictured right to left, Minister of Defense Oisin O’Rourke, Lt. Governor Richard Helvets, Senior Alderman Donovan O’Rourke, and Mayor Padraig O’Rourke. Circa 1772

We furthermore establish the following requirements before candidates can partake in this election:

I). Must be sixteen years of age or older.

II). Must have a registered address in the Commonwealth of Kaedrin.

III). Must not be an incumbent to the Royal Cabinet, or a peer of the realm. 

IV). Must not have a criminal record. 

The tasks of the Mayor of Owynsburg are, in summary:

I). Running the municipal government of Owynsburg.

II). Generating income for the treasury of Owynsburg.

III). Maintaining the local cultural sector.

IV). Providing housing for residents and merchants. 

NAME:

AGE:

ADDRESS: 

ELECTION SLOGAN: 

Padraig O’Rourke reads the letter from his bow of his fishing vessel and sighs. “Dark Days lads, dark days.”

Padraig briefly wonders how Cousin Donovan learned how to read before he chuckled as his emerald colored eyes scanned the announcement. ”Very very gud, Ah am so proud of mah little sister! Ah do wish s’e fine ah lad or sumthin tho.” He mused before he wandered off

         I am never too proud to admit when I am wrong nor am I too stubborn to apologize. And that is what I must do here. To the Bren family, at large I humbly apologize for any undo scandal and slander that has arisen from this unseemly affair. Through the actions of others, allegations and slander rained heavily upon them and I am to shoulder the blame for this, as I did nothing to dissuade these troubling remarks about a family as steep in honor as the Brens. Those that have spoken out of turn and that have spewed such vile rhetoric have been chastised and admonished by my own hand and any that continue to do so are no friends of mine.

        To Edmund Bren, my honorable opponent and the Mayor of Kaedrin that all future Mayors must rise to match the bar he set; I first wish to extend my deepest thanks, from my sister I have heard of your stalwart defense of her and Kaedrin at large from bandit attacks. Without your aid I shudder to imagine what may have befallen her. For that I wish to give unto you a stallion as a token of my appreciation for your heroics. Secondly I wish to convey my deepest apologies for the slander and scandal that so plague the election and its direct aftermath. Things had been said and done that unjustifiably undermined your honor, this fault lies firmly on my own shoulders and with that in regard I humbly ask for your forgiveness in that matter. As a means of compensation a sum of 7000 Imperial Marks will be delivered unto Mr. Edmund Bren.

Sincerely,

 Padriag Patricio.

A Dream for Kaedrin

Written by Padraig O’Rourke

Published by the O’Rourke Printing Press

My fellow Kaedrini,

          I have a hope, a hope for our beautiful Commonwealth, a hope of a prosperous Kaedrin, of a harmous Kaedrin, a Kaedrin free from those that seek to defile our sacred Commonwealth. 

           I will not make promises of work to come or extoll work that I have done for the Commonwealth, nor will I plead with you to vote for I. Instead I encourage my fellow Kaedrini to look into both of the candidates and pick the best for our Commonwealth and our People. Pick the candidate who will respect the sanctity of our institutions and work for you. Listen to our words at the debate and make your own informed decision. Furthermore do not let party politics be a factor in your vote, vote for a man based on his own character, not on the character of the party he claims.

        I will leave you with this thought to ponder, should Kaedrin not be for its People?

Your Humble Servant,

Padraig “Paddy” O’Rourke