Dupre's speech.
Fellow Britannians! For some time our great lands have been wrought with Strife.
Whilst I battled fiercely the Sorceress Minax and her forces in Felucca, I watched as the land of Trammel was left to its own divide.
Cities tore away and the nobility ignored the peasantry in the absence of a Crown.
Taking advantage of this distraction the vile Exodus, freed through greed, tore the lands of Ilshenar asunder.
Many of you stood by my side as we valiantly defeated the Demon.
But with its death a darker and more sinister evil was released upon the Honor Moongate.
Trouble would not end there…displaced from their native Ver Lor Reg, the Gargish faced a deadly plague with no hope for cure.
Then I heard news from a tiny fishing village in Ter Mur.
And just when I thought mine ears had been deceived before me stood Lord Blackthorn, but not as a twisted clockwork beast…but as I once knew him, diligently assisting the afflicted gargoyles.
News travelled quickly of his return and before long his healing would once again be our savior.
In a spectacular display of the arcane arts the evil that had shattered the Honor moongate was purged and the Moongate was once again restored to its brilliant blue.
It would seem things in our world occur in threes, and so is the case with Blackthorn’s return.
Only a noble of his status could reunite Britannia’s fractured Cities and appease the troubled populace…
My Lords and Ladies, for too long has Britannia been without proper rule.
For too long has Trammel been without guidance.
It is clear from his actions that this man is not the deformed evil many came to know, but instead our hope for the future.
With the support of the Nobility and the thanks of Queen Zhah, her citizens, and Britannian’s everywhere it is my privilege and honor as a Champion of Britannia to hereby Crown you, Lord Blackthorn, as King of Britannia!
