Mortanius A triad congregates at the roof of the world, Kain; a plot to twist the land, to shape the world. North is where your vengeance lies.

Reading the signpost for Uschtenheim:

Kain VO
In my travels, I learned much about the legend of Janos Audron.  Here, in this quaint pastoral village of Uschtenheim, that dark enemy was born.  Janos preyed upon its peasants until he was finally hunted down and executed.

Seeing a mutated human:

Kain VO
The poor wretch was warped beyond recognition.  To think that it was once human.

Encountering Dark Eden’s strange creatures:

Such strange creatures that had been spawned by this dark magic; things half insect and half mammal - human torsos grafted onto abominations of the flesh.  Sick as it was, I could not help but admire its creator’s ingenuity.
 

Blood Fountain Your magic energy recovers more quickly, for our blood enhances.

I knew that this Dark Eden I had trespassed upon would continue to grow, until all of Nosgoth was consumed.

Seeing the magic shell of Dark Eden:

Kain VO
Magic seethed and shifted.  I watched the dome of energy as it expanded, absorbing and recreating, consuming life and leaving behind only a twisted parody.

Encountering precipitation that has been warped by Circle magic:

From the heavens, the tears of angels danced around me in a frenzy of fire. 
 

Passing through the magic shell:

I passed through the wall unharmed.  It seemed the magic only preyed on things that were alive and pure.  Or, perhaps it simply decided that I was twisted enough.

Seeing the castle from a distance:

Kain VO
A tower stood in the distance.  From its apex spewed the vortex of energy that shaped the lands below.

Entering the Eden castle:

The surface of the castle belied its interior; for it was far larger inside than out.  With the powers the Circle had at its disposal, ‘twould have been simple to distort space to accommodate this strange structure.

Finding the Alchemy rooms:

Kain VO
The sorcerer’s sanctuary, his laboratory.  Inside was all manner of items arcane:  pickled bodies, dissected corpses, both man and beast, and metal constructs that heaved arcs of energy into the air.  I sensed more than one force being manipulated in this place.

Strange.  Rarely did a sorcerer condescend to work with others.
 

Spirit Death ‘Tis a spell worthy of the Necromancer himself.  This allows me to dissect a creature’s soul from its vessel of flesh.  For these poor wretches, only oblivion awaits.

Flesh Armor How convenient.  This armor, wrought with the blood of noblemen, drains the blood from my enemies for me, leaving me to focus on the slaughter at hand.

Confronting the three sorcerers:

Kain VO
Ah, not one but three - DeJoule the Energist, Bane the Druid, and Anarcrothe the Alchemist.  How considerate of them to hasten my search.

Bane
So, the scourge of the Circle has arrived . . .!

DeJoule
Fear him not, Bane - he is but a whelp; his soul is ours for the taking.

Anarcrothe
Don’t be ridiculous!  Malek!  To our aid!

Anarcrothe disappears

Kain VO
Damn you, Alchemist!  I had not come this far only to have my quarry escape!

Kain uses the ring to summon Vorador; Malek confronts his old enemy:
 

Malek Vengeance!  Vengeance for my eternity of suffering! Vorador Whelp!  As if you knew what eternity was!  Grovel before your true master. Malek (coldly) Never!  I’ll hack you from crotch to gizzard and feed what’s left of you to your brides . . .

Kain gives pursuit to the fleeing sorcerers.  A fierce battle ensues between Malek and Vorador.

Kain VO
As Vorador clashed against Malek, I gave pursuit to the fleeing wizards DeJoule and Bane . . .
I danced their dance.  When the time came, they would dance upon my sword!

Bane
His magic is weak!

He is an affront to Nature itself, it is our duty to purify him!

DeJoule
Burn!  Wretched vampire!  Burn!

As Kain defeats each Guardian, he picks up the token:
 

Bane’s Antler Headdress The antler headdress had broken in the fight, but power still resided in its ivory form.		The antler headdress had sustained some damage during battle - dark cracks sullied the ivory bone.
DeJoule’s Insulating Cloak The cloak was made from an alloy akin to lead: heavy and malleable, woven into fine links.  The energy she controlled was stored in this garment.		The cloak of DeJoule is fashioned from a strange substance, dense yet pliant.  It served to both gather and shield the sorceress from the forces of energy she commanded.

Malek's Helmet I found Malek’s helmet amongst the scattered remnants of his armor, whole and intact.  Vorador had finally laid his old adversary to rest.

Malek’s helmet, crowned with a plume of braided hair, torn from the scalps of his victims.