Return to Willendorf
I entered the Court with the Dollmaker’s head in one hand, and the
doll containing the girl’s soul in the other. I placed them both
before the King and watched his eyes catch fire. With the doll in
their possession, the Court’s sorcerers could restore his daughter’s soul.
I do not know that I can thank you enough, warrior. My kingdom
is but a small price to pay for my daughter’s life. Willendorf is
yours, if you wish it!
‘Tis not your kingdom I desire, but your army, Ottmar. I require
troops to vanquish the Horde that descends upon us from the North.
Very well. Courtiers, fetch me my armor and mace. There
is war to be waged!
The Battle of the Last Stand
The battlefield is choked with roiling fog. Horns sound. Over a hill through the mist, approaching troops march forward.
The scourge of Nosgoth is upon us, friends! We shall die today
as heroes, lest we live tomorrow as slaves!
Ready thine arms!
Ottmar waves his baton and the armies charge forth.
Upon the battlefield:
In the distance, I saw the Nemesis armies march forward, a black tide
that would soon wash over the Armies of the Hope.
Reveling in the blood feast from the battle:
I sated my thirst on warriors of Horde and Hope alike; the dying relinquishing
their final moments to give me strength.
They came at me in throngs, no fervor so strong as that inspired by
a madman. The Nemesis armies were fierce and showed no signs of subsiding.
The Nemesis and his Horde fall upon us, my friend. I fear I can
defend Nosgoth no longer. The Nemesis must be destroyed. For
my daughter, Kain; for the world...
The tide turned with Ottmar’s death. I watched as the remaining
survivors of the Armies of Hope fled to the safety of the forest.
The battle had decided its victor; the fate of Nosgoth now lay in the Nemesis’
Into the Past
Kain uses the Time Streaming Device to escape
At once, the battlefield was gone. Where the ground was caked
with blood and dirt, there was lush greenery. Where chaos reigned
only moments before, this damning calm prevailed. Alas, it seemed
I was stranded here - the Time Streaming Device lay in pieces at my feet.
Kain battles a man-at-arms, and reads his mind as he lays dying. He sees Moebius standing at the top of a flight of stairs lined with armoured troops and burning braziers, addressing a crowd of peasants. The scene is reminiscent of the Nuremburg rallies with towering banners and finery of the Nosgoth of 50 years ago.
Would you stand idle as vermin destroyed your crops?
As your house burned?
Will you allow this evil to continue?
Will the wickedness end?
Do you believe?
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Moebius gesticulates madly. Seen through the fire of a nearby brazier, he appears to stand amidst the flames, seemingly as a creature of Hell, himself, the flickering flames heightening the evilness of his character.
Then take me to your king, so that I can prepare you for the onslaught!
William the Just
Ah, so it seemed I was in the land of William the Just, fifty years
before the battle I had just escaped would take place.
Entering the stronghold:
The stronghold of William the Just. ‘Twas time for me to pay
a visit to he who would become the Nemesis and force Nosgoth on its knees.
Kain overhears a conversation between William
Yes, these weapons you have provided will see to that. Pray tell,
Moebius. What game do you play?
None, my lord. I only wish to aid you in vanquishing your foes.
The weapons are but a token of my goodwill.
And the news you bring. A vampire sent to slay me. Where
did you come upon such knowledge?
‘Tis of no consequence, sire. ‘Twas only out of concern for your
Majesty’s life -
Perhaps, perhaps . . . Very well, then. You may leave me, now.
But should I wish to speak with you . . .
I will know, your Majesty, and I shall be there in time.
As Kain confronts William:
Ahhh yes, the Vampire. Moebius told me you would come . . .
After the fight, and upon being discovered as
the murderer of William:
As his guards rushed to save him, William the Just’s blood was already
renewing my strength, replacing the life his sword had stolen from my veins.
The poor fools, come to aid their fallen leader. Let us have some
amusement . . .
||Time Streaming Device
A Time Streaming Device! Strange. When coincidence seems
too convenient, I prefer to call it fate.