Armory

Kain (vo): Forged by the Serioli, the legendary weapon masters of Nosgoth, this blade will serve me well, in life and beyond…

Kain (vo): As it was born from hellfire, forged by the Necromancer’s magic, my armor resists fire and provides me with strong defence.

Kain (vo): The mace is amongst my most useful of weapons, for it merely stuns my victims, allowing me ample time to feed.

Kain (vo): Lower forms of undead fall swiftly to deception. With the Bone Armor, they are not as eager to challenge me.

Kain (vo): Havoc and Malice. Their presence in my hands keeps me from employing magic, yet rest assured they do little to hamper my relish for slaughter.

Kain (vo): The sword ravages flesh with teeth of metal and flame, leaving only scorched remains.

Kain (vo): 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.

Kain (vo): 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.

Kain (vo): 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.

Kain (vo): 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.