Raziel enters the Chronoplast chamber, and
surveys its tiered walkways and arcane dials, noting both the mysterious
device suspended from the domed ceiling, and the undulating portal on the
far side of the chamber. None of this interests him. He is
looking for Kain.
Raziel hears a voice, and Kain reveals himself
as he steps out from the shadows of the upper tier.
I must say I'm disappointed in your progress. I imagined you
would be here sooner.
Tell me - did it trouble you to murder your brothers?
Raziel slowly descends the stairway, keeping
his eyes locked on Kain.
Did it trouble you when you ordered me into the Abyss?
Kain's only response is ironic laughter.
He steps back toward one of the arcane dials and prepares to turn it.
Eternity is relentless, Raziel.
When I first stole into this chamber, centuries ago, I did not fathom
the true power of knowledge.
Kain throws the switch, and the Chronoplast
To know the future, Raziel - to see its paths and streams tracing out
into the infinite...
As a man, I could never have contained such forbidden truths.
But each of us is so much more than we once were.
Do you not feel with all your soul how we have become like gods?
And as such, are we not indivisible? As long as a single one
of us stands, we are legion...
Kain descends the main staircase, and moves
toward the second-tier dials.
Our futures are predestined -
Moebius foretold mine aeons ago. We each play out the parts fate
has written for us.
Free will is an illusion.
Kain punctuates his statement by throwing the
second switch. Raziel glares up at him from the floor of the chamber.
I found the Tomb of Sarafan, Kain.
How could you profane a priest by turning him into a vampire?
Furious, Raziel launches himself at Kain -
who easily stops Raziel in mid-air with one hand, and holds him by the
throat, at arm's length.
How could I not?
One must keep his friends close, Raziel - and his enemies even closer.
Kain effortlessly hurls Raziel to the lower
floor of the chamber, and then drops down himself, approaching Raziel's
Who better to serve me than those whose passion transcends all notions
of good and evil?
Raziel rises slowly, enraged and humiliated,
and wheels on Kain.
The Sarafan were saviors, defending Nosgoth from the corruption that
My eyes are opened, Kain - I find no nobility in the unlife you rudely
forced on my unwilling corpse!
Raziel lunges at Kain. Kain evades the
blow, but Raziel attacks again and pins Kain against the wall, his forearm
to his throat.
Kain is unfazed by Raziel's attack - he is
composed, even slightly amused. He allows Raziel to pin him there
momentarily, and continues to taunt him, their faces inches apart.
You may have uncovered your past, but you know nothing of it.
You think the Sarafan were noble, altruistic?
Kain breaks Raziel's grip and propels him away
with a blast of telekinetic energy. Raziel flies backward and slams
into a buttress with bone-shattering force.
Kain laughs and moves toward the final dial.
Don't be simple.
Their agenda was the same as ours.
Kain throws the final switch. The arms
of the Chronoplast device descend, and the portal flares into life.
You nearly had me, Raziel...
Kain vanishes in a flash of light, and reappears
on the upper tier, in front of the portal.
But this is not where - or how - it ends. Fate promises
more twists before this drama unfolds completely.
Kain turns and strides deliberately through
the portal. Raziel gets to his feet and races up the stairway.
He pauses briefly, then leaps through the portal to pursue Kain.
Raziel finds himself floating in darkness,
and hears an unfamiliar voice calling to him out of the ether. As
Raziel drifts to the floor and the chamber coalesces, Moebius the Time
Streamer steps out of the mist to greet him.
Redeemer and destroyer.
Pawn and messiah.
Welcome, time-spanned soul.
Welcome... to your destiny.
Raziel has leapt through the Chronoplast portal
in pursuit of Kain – fueled only by blind rage and a desire for revenge.
He appears in a different time and place. As the room fully coalesces, he sees that
he is in a small, domed chamber – similar to the Chronoplast room he just
left, but built on a much smaller scale. Moebius, the Time Streamer,
is there, leaning on his staff for support (as
(acting like a kindly sorcerer)
‘Where am I?’ is the usual question.
In your case, ‘when?’ might be more apt.
Raziel recognizes Moebius, and knows how dangerous
he is. He raises the wraith-blade in defense, but as he does so the
orb on Moebius’ staff glows brightly, and the blade sputters out and retracts,
the wisps of wraith energy receding completely. Raziel is momentarily alarmed, and now even
more suspicious of Moebius’ motives.
Very well, you old snake – if you’d prefer I use my bare hands...
Raziel lunges at Moebius and grabs him by his
scrawny neck, throwing him up against the wall. Moebius feigns surprise
and fear for a moment –
This is completely unexpected!
This orb disables our vampire enemies, leaving them helpless and incapacitated.
Strangely, it seems to have the same effect on that peculiar weapon
But you must believe me - I mean you no harm.
You can drop the benevolent façade, Moebius.
I know who – and what – you are.
I should kill you where you stand...
As Raziel speaks, Moebius’s whole demeanor
changes – he no longer appears to be an addled old magician. This
Moebius is composed, confident, in control.
Perhaps you should, my boy. But you don’t.
Raziel tightens his grip a bit on Moebius’s
Are you so certain of that, Moebius?
My role as Time Guardian affords me a certain level of omniscience,
No, you don’t kill me. That honor belongs to your maker,
Kain, some thirty years from now.
Raziel releases him roughly.
Hmph. You two are a pair - you’re just as fatalistic as he is.
Death comes for us all, Raziel.
It’s just matter of time.
Completely composed, Moebius turns his back
on Raziel and moves toward the exit door
How is it that you know my name? We have never met.
On the contrary, Raziel - I know you very well...
The door slides open for him as
And it grieves me to see how cruelly Kain has used you.
I knew you when you were one of the Sarafan brotherhood, Raziel.
We were even close.
(a bit rebuffed)
Fortunately, you need not love me now to be my ally...
Raziel follows him into the chamber beyond, and the
door slides shut behind them. They are now standing in an ornate, octagonal,
domed room. The walls of this chamber are decorated with scenes memorializing
the slaughter of six of the Circle at Vorador’s hands, many centuries ago. The slain Circle guardians are depicted in
beatific imagery; the vampire Vorador is demonized. In the center
of the room stands a distinctive basin engraved with arcane symbols.
Are we within the Stronghold of the Sarafan priesthood?
Yes, but the glorious days of the Sarafan have long since passed, I’m
This is a more... cynical and indecorous age.
My mercenary army now inhabits this stronghold – we strive to
honor the memory of the Sarafan with our own humble crusade.
(looking at the murals; intrigued)
Is this the vampire Vorador?
Yes, the scourge of the Circle. The most depraved and decadent
example of his whole degenerate race.
He slaughtered six of my fellow Guardians as they cowered, defenseless,
in this room.
And you somehow survived this massacre?
I, and two others. The Circle was devastated; only we three were
You’ll forgive me if don’t naively devour every scrap of information
you toss me.
You have a reputation for deceit.
And who has slandered me so?
Your malefactor Kain? The one who betrayed and destroyed you?
Our common enemy?
Consider the source, before you judge me too harshly.
We’ll forget about rekindling our old friendship, then. But consider
an alliance based on our common ground -
We both want Kain dead.
I can help you do it.
(dismissive; almost amused)
You don’t want to meddle in this, old man.
I know all about your sordid little schemes, but you’re simply out
of your depth on this one.
You underestimate me, Raziel.
Let me show you...
Moebius lights the four candles that stand
on the basin’s edge.
Even now, Kain is lying in wait for you, unaware that I’ve snatched
you out of the time-stream and brought you here, to me.
An image slowly appears, reflected in the mystical waters of
the basin. The image coalesces, and Kain is revealed. The image wavers, and we see that Kain is standing
in a clearing, beneath the Pillars of Nosgoth, apparently waiting... Raziel leans over the basin and looks, mesmerized.
See how he lingers at the very Pillars he is destined to destroy...
foolishly confident that he has eluded your grasp.
The Pillars are still standing in this time?
Yes, Raziel – they are the embodiment of the divine force which preserves
the life of our world.
We who serve the Pillars maintain their delicate balance - and Kain
is destined to be the fulcrum upon which that balance turns.
I believe you have already endured the wasteland wrought by his terrible,
Kain’s very existence is a cancer upon this world. As long as
he lives, all of Nosgoth is in peril.
You may never again be human, Raziel... But you can re-embrace the essence of your humanity, and the
nobility of your Sarafan heritage. Go to him, Raziel, and end this.
But first you will need to find your way out of the Stronghold – and
in this, I’m afraid, I cannot help you.
My soldiers will not understand your appearance here; they will try
to kill you. You needn’t fear them, of course. They’re no match for you. Try to keep the casualties to a minimum, but do what you have to do.
All great movements require a few martyrs...
Moebius dissipates, leaving Raziel alone in
the chamber. He looks curiously at the room’s second time-streaming
chamber – sealed, with a distinctive crystal mounted above the door.
Alone now, I surveyed my surroundings and noticed a second time-streaming
chamber, its entrance identical to the first, but with one distinction.
That crystal was significant, but how I had not yet discovered.