Houston Dragon's Ultima Scrolls

"The Avatar is no more..."

Rumor has hounded the fair lands, fed along its path through hatred, fear, and despair. Many years have passed since our Hero last walked among its people, leaving only distant memory and bardic fancies to remind those of Britannia's noble and troubled lore.

In ancient days past, scholars watched the night sky for signs of what was to come. Strangely, portents have appeared in the heavens, speaking of a Hero's return, a world's redemption, and a destroyer's fall...

- Houston Dragon

DAY 5 - December 22, 2005
	The wraiths came this morning. There were three of them. They walked through the stone. Their blackness was deeper than the shadows from which they emerged. Advancing towards Lord British, they ignored Shaana and myself. Lord British held their gazes, murmuring words of life, healing, and protection. Still they advanced. One raised its hand, pointing at our Lord. Then a silver bolt struck our immortal king and he fell to the stony earth. Shaana was frozen, transfixed. I stumbled forward, but when I touched that cloak, I shrank back. Foreboding washed over me. They took our Lord with them. I was powerless to stop them. I am afraid we all are. After all these years, the Warriors of Destiny ride again... http://www.u5lazarus.com/
	- Houston Dragon