back at the Pillars:
The Helmet of Malek, I placed before
the Pillar of Conflict. The Pillar accepted its offering; thus it
The act had taken on the feel of
ritual. Isn’t it strange how we must bribe our gods to stay?
At the foot of the Energy Pillar,
I set the cloak of DeJoule. The Pillar accepted its offering; thus
it was restored.
The antler headdress of the Druid
Bane I lay before the Nature Pillar. The Pillar accepted its offering;
thus it was restored.
You must seek Azimuth the Planer
at the heart of Avernus.
Three instruments await you, to aid
you in your quest, but first you must rise and you must fall and find your
salvation in between.
With this spell I can call upon
the heavens to tear my enemies apart with its explosive power. Oh,
how their bodies will rupture as the scything energy rips through them!
Avernus consumed itself before
The gate of Avernus opened slowly
before me, daring me to cross the threshold. Who was I to reject
such an invitation?
corpses . . .
The city was paved in blood and flesh.
Yet, what would have appalled in my life only tempted me in death.
Once I would have felt horror; now only hunger remained.
. . . and demolished
Avernus lay in ruins before me.
Whatever hand slaughtered its people ravaged the city as well.
The beast paused for a moment, drooling
in anticipation of the fine meal he saw before him. To his disappointment,
he would not find me such easy prey.
a huge demon:
I felt its eyes upon me, eager,
hungry, as if it longed to rip my heart out and eat it before me as I died.
I laughed as the onslaught began. Perhaps when it was over, it would
be the other way around.
Avernus was a religious autocracy,
with the Cathedral as its dais of power. Though the city lay in ruins,
the Cathedral remained untouched. The demons knew better than to
bite the hand that feeds them . . .
a mysterious altar room; and this strange text:
Time fades even legend, and the origin
of the Soul Reaver has been lost long ago. But its purpose remains
- to feed on the souls of any creature it strikes. Kindred, this
blade and I.
This armor was spawned in the most
impure of spirit forges; tempered from the seething agony of tortured souls.
The metal exists only partially in the human realm, causing it to fade
between tangible and ethereal states.
As Kain walks
under a huge stained-glass ceiling depicting the battle between Vorador
Above me stood a memory, etched
in stained glass.
Ah, what’s this? I had not
even realized the blade and the raiment were here. You wear those
trinkets well, Kain. But I do believe that they would look better
The Matriarch of Avernus, the Lady
Azimuth: her magical planing skills summoned demons through runes
inscribed in human blood.
Come to me my children! We
shall ravage Nosgoth together!
So, little man, have they sent you
to stop me?
My children shall rip you apart!
Come, my demons. Let us sup
on vampire blood.
For all her magic, the Lady Azimuth
was little trouble; once her demonic thralls had been dispatched she fell
quickly to my blade.
Azimuth’s third eye, a gift from
the Pillar of Dimension, allowed the Planer sight into other realms.
The Pillar reclaims its own.
||Azimuth’s Third Eye was a gift from
the Pillar of Dimension, and allowed her vision into other planes.
It will deliver you in time.
Strange runes litter its metallic
surface. ‘Tis with caution that I carry this mysterious device.