As soon as I heard that Lord British himself was
going to give an address concerning the attacks plaguing the realm, I
rushed over to his castle. Lady Luck was smiling on me this day, because
I was the first one to arrive. I took advantage of the situation and began
to search for the exact perfect location from which to hear Lord British
speak. To the left of the throne; to the right; in front but slightly
back and to the left; on the left side again; and so on. It dawned on
me that I was actually waiting for someone else to turn up so that I could
judge where I wanted to be based on where they stood. It then dawned on
me that absolutely no one else had come to the castle in all this time.
I stood shocked for a moment. Then grinned. Wow! Basically a personal
audience. Just Lord British and myself. Lady Luck was truly smiling on
A royal guard walked into the throne room shortly after I had my moment
of enlightenment. I was probably grinning like an idiot in anticipation,
but could not help myself. The guard glanced at me then sidestepped a
bit further away. I was too excited to even care.
While waiting, my stomach growled noisily. The royal guard looked up and
then sidestepped even further away. I grimaced and suddenly wished I had
thought to grab a bite to eat on the way to the castle. I could see it
now Lord British telling me about the troubles in the land and my belly
roaring like a 23-piece orchestra. I decided to sneak over to the kitchen
and see if I could snag a bite to eat and settle my stomach.
But it occurred to me that Lord British could appear while I was gone,
think no one had come to hear him speak, and then leave. So I walked over
to the guard and asked him when Lord British would be speaking.
"Heís speaking right now, sir," replied the guard.
Puzzled, I turned slowly to face the throne. Empty. I put my hand to my
ear in case he was hidden somewhere and speaking softly. Not a sound.
So I turned back to the guard. "He's speaking now, is he? But, um, I don't
see him or hear him."
"Well, that is probably easily explained," the guard told me.
Unable to contain myself, I blurted, "And What, pray tell, would that
"'Tis a simple matter." the guard said. "My Liege is giving his speech
over by the Chamber of Virtue, while thee, good sir, are here at his throne
'Eeep!" I said as I sprinted (well, okay walked with pronounced urgency)
out of the throne room and castle. Remind me to glare at that guard at
some future date, by the way.
Winded before I was half way to the Chamber of Virtue, I paused to catch
my breath. Having no time to spare, I forced myself forward again, slowly.
As I crossed the bridge, Virtue's Pass, I saw a massive throng gathered
in front of the Chamber of Virtue. In the midst of the teeming masses
was a large stone structure that had not been there the night before.
Standing on top of this stone pedestal was Lord British.
Okay. Nothing to worry about. I made it in time to hear his speech. Not
a private audience. Not a prime location from which to hear the speech
either, I discerned, as I leaned on a warrior in plate armor toward the
back of the crowd. He turned and favored me with a menacing look, but
I valiantly pretended not to take notice and strained to make out what
Lord British was saying.
"Farewell to thee all, I shall speak to the again when more hath been
revealed," said Lord British. He then bowed solemnly to the crowd and
"Well," I thought to myself, "that was an amazingly short speech. Barely
a single line... " Wait! No! I had missed it! I missed the speech! How
could this be? How could fate be so cruel?
What was I to do now?
The answer was obvious, of course. I needed to find someone who had heard
the entire speech and had made note of Lord British's words. Then as far
as anyone need ever know, I had heard and applauded Lord British's speech
And, of course, thatís what I did.
And now the moment of truth, the moment for which we have all been waiting.
I present to thee Lord British's speech, in its entirety as witnessed
by Clayton Trembell:
Hail and well met to all!
People of Britannia, I come to thee this day with a heavy heart and troubled
mind. The reoccurring attacks upon the cities of Britannia hath increased
in intensity. That these attacks stem from a single source is far from
certain. We still lack any worthwhile information to help us in locating,
and neutralizing, our enemy.
Nystul, my advisor, and a scholar of magic, hath discovered the first
link between all of these attacks: A mysterious spell veils each of the
besieged cities. This spell hath lulled the city guards into ignoring
the attacks of monsters upon our cities and hath nullified the defenses
against the use of magic within city bounds. It is this act of sorcery
that has brought repeated victory to the enemy assaults. I thank thee
all for thy swift blades and deadly casting, but we are sorely compromised
in our knowledge of who the enemy is I beseech thee citizens, seek the
source of this dark spell and bring us this knowledge that we may end
these attacks upon Britannia.
Though it saddens me, 'tis likely that a captive will need to be taken
so that it may be interrogated for knowledge of our enemy. Sir Geoffrey,
of my Royal Guards, shall oversee this task.
Of Trinsic, I must also speak. Armies of the undead rise up from beneath
the feet of paladin and merchant alike, attacking ceaselessly. Our hold
on the City of Honor grows tenuous. With our forces spread thinly throughout
the realm, reinforcements may yet be a while in coming. Those who are
not essential to the city's defense should flee to the protection of Britain
without delay. For now, I simply cannot say if reinforcements can reach
Trinsic in time.
Everything within my power shall be brought to bear on this evil that
hath befallen us. I give thee my word. Ready thy wares of war, keep watch
upon thy neighbor's flank, and walk in the path of the virtues.
Farewell to thee all, I shall speak to the again when more hath been revealed.
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online, February 3rd,