Mist Form When in mist form, I am invulnerable to physical weapons, blade and claw!  I can seep through locked doors and cracks and move swiftly, like a shadow fleeing light.

The black forest reigned here, its kingdom rarely invaded by those that live in the light.  But it was called home by this mysterious Vorador.  Legend told of a time when Vorador defeated Malek of the Sarafan. If such a man did exist, then he could perhaps be the key to defeating the Ward.

Flame Sword The sword ravages flesh with teeth of metal and flame, leaving only scorched remains.

	Control Mind This spell allows me to enslave my enemies, giving me control of their bodies.  When I release my grip, their bodies will shrivel and die, as I displace their souls, and replace them with my own.
	Blood Gout This spell allows me to use blood from my own body as a weapon.  When struck, my enemies’ blood would flow from their bodies to fill me with life.  ‘Tis a risk, yet the rewards are a temptation.

Blood Fountain Your strength has increased, for our blood enhances.

As he approaches the great mansion:

Vorador’s keep was hidden deep within the Termagent forest, nestled amongst vines and creepers that clung desperately to its dark weathered stone.
 

Kain VO
The luxury with which this Vorador surrounded himself was impressive.  His wealth would shame the haughty nobles of my former court.

That this vulgar display of fortune remained undisturbed was a testament of fear’s dominion over greed.

Upon meeting Vorador's brides:

Kain VO
Their charms were almost visible through the gauze of their clothing.  Yet beauty such as theirs delivered only death.  For these were Vorador’s pets, nothing more than beasts, slave to his will and the easy prey he provided.  Vampires, all of them, held in thrall by one stronger still.

Entering the catacomb system:

Kain VO
The darkness was soothing and in the distance, sharp and sweet, came the scent of spilt blood.

Finding the bleeding room:

Kain VO
Vorador’s pantry!  A vampire’s feast!  Like cattle awaiting slaughter, men and women dangled from the rusted hooks upon the dungeon walls, blood and viscera frosted the dirt and stone.  The abundance nearly overwhelmed me.  For blood is the life . . .
 

Chaos Armor My enemies are quite vicious and the Chaos armor extracts from them a heavy price for their bloodlust.  The blows are meant for me, but it is their bodies that carry the wounds.

Blood Shower Oh, to bathe in the blood of others!  This spell is especially useful in the face of multiple combatants.  Beware those with tainted blood.

The "torture room":

Kain VO
The room I had entered had but one purpose - the torture and execution of human beings for the sadistic pleasure of its engineer.  Blood was splattered on every surface.

The dread and agony of victims past still echoed through the lethal walls.  A symphony of terror and agony filled the air.  Then, from amidst the cacophony of screaming souls came the perverse laughter of the Vampire himself . . .

And upon the wall, scrawled in blood, were the words: Manus Celer Dei. (Translated: the swift hand of God)
 

Kain VO
Amongst Vorador’s possessions, I found an ancient chronicle . . . Long ago, vampires grew in such number as to capture the attention of the Circle.  The Order of the Sarafan, or the “Angels of Light” as they were called, was instated to counter the menace.  Thus, the “Vampire Purge” began.

Examining a series of macabre paintings on the wall:

Kain VO
The tapestries wove a tale of chaos ignited, an orgy of fire and pain.  Undead beings, with rotted skins caked with sulfur and ash, beckoned at me through a burning abyss.  Their tortured stares were a testemonial to the price of weakness.

Their fate would not find me.  Yet blood calls to blood.

The dining room is dimly lit by candles.  Across the length of a long, polished table sits the vampire Vorador, holding two finely crafted goblets. 

Kain VO
In the bowels of that black forest I found something worse than Hell.  A vision of what I was becoming . . .

Vorador
It’s not often I see one of our own, especially one as young and foolish as yourself.  Nonetheless, drink.  Drink deep and indulge your gift.

Kain reluctantly accepts the goblet.   We see subtle evidence as to where the blood came from; a dripping human corpse is suspended upside down above a basin on the table.

Kain VO Gift?  Pah!  Vorador thought my curse a blessing.  That we were gods and that mortals offered their blood as sacrifice so that we could enjoy our supernatural powers.  And somewhere deep inside my new self I knew he was right.  That mortal dreams were prayers.  Prayers to us - begging for our power. I pondered this as the decadent old fool prattled on about his past; a boorish account of how he defeated Malek of the Sarafan and took his vengeance upon the Circle of Nine for supporting the Sarafan’s holy war to exterminate us . . .

Vorador
After slaughtering six of the sheep I defeated their pathetic little shepherd - Malek.  Since then our kind has not bothered with the cattle, except to feed.  And I suggest you do the same.

Meddling with the affairs of man can do us no good.  Sarafan witchhunts are much too tedious to concern ourselves with.  Am I understood Kain?

Kain acknowledges only very slightly.

Vorador
Good.  Take this ring.  If you ever need assistance it will summon me.  Despite your youthful arrogance, you amuse me, Kain - it would be such a pity to lose you to the Abyss.
Now be gone!

Vorador turns his back on Kain.

Kain VO
My visit with Vorador only strengthened my resolve.  His power uncontested by mortals, he had fallen to another enemy.  Decadence has claimed itself many a great warrior.
 

Vorador's Ring Turning the ring over in my hands, I realized that it was crafted from some strange alloy formed from broken teeth - ground down and soaked in blood.

Exiting Vorador’s mansion:

Kain VO
And so I left that place, with clear knowledge of what sort of monster I would become if I let my curse consume me, and with an ally for the future.