Machines of Discord: The Ascension of Lord Blackthorn WarderDragon and Emma Silvermane Three nights have passed since the illustrious Lord Blackthorn was named King of Britannia. Widely remembered as the corrupt and Machiavellian schemer who brought open war against the Order Guard, suggested the lives of Orcs might be more important than those of his fellow man, and demanded the throne for himself upon his liege's departure, Blackthorn seems to have turned over a new leaf. Having spent the past decade in a magically-induced coma, free to be probed and prodded (and programmed) by the daemon-machine Exodus, he suddenly appears out of no-where, helping to cure a "mysterious plague" that also appears out of no-where about the same time. Discovered by Dupre in the midst of his work, Blackthorn proclaimed his innocence. He was really a good little boy this whole time, and it was all the fault of his evil twin. If healing a few Gargoyle's is all it takes to be King, someone should give Casca a medal. What's Dupre to do? He proclaims Blackthorn King, without so much as consulting the High Council, because we all know Lord British's favorite emotional alcoholic would think these things through. He's the Bones to Cantabrigian's Jim. (OOC: I can use Star Trek references IC. Moongates, people. Moongates!) But hey, at least we all got a free chair out of the deal. ...right before the red ******* revealed his Cartel tags and slaughtered us all. No, seriously. Oh, and did I mention he repaired that broken moongate no one uses? Awesome, huh?