The New Nosgoth

Advice from the ancient god…

Elder god: Usa tus talentos recién adquiridos para acceder a zonas antes vedadas para ti.

Raziel steps outside and observes the Sanctuary of the Clans after several centuries…

Raziel (vo): My God… The Sanctuary of the Clans, reduced to ruin…

Beyond these walls lay the Pillars of Nosgoth, the seat of Kain’s empire.

How humble it now appeared, collapsing into the dust of its former magnificence. And yet I had only just emerged… In the instant between my execution and resurrection, centuries had apparently passed…

Elder god: This world is wracked with cataclysms - the earth strains to shrug off the pestilence of Kain’s parasitic empire.

The fate of this world was preordained in an instant, by a solitary man. Unwilling to martyr himself to restore Nosgoth’s balance, Kain condemned the world to the decay you see. In that moment, the unraveling began… now it is nearly played out. Nosgoth teeters on the brink of collapse - its fragile balance cannot hold.

Raziel tries to enter the Sanctuary of the Clans…

Raziel (vo): The doors of the Sanctuary were immovable, either barred from the inside or rusted shut. I would need to find another means of entry.

Raziel arrives at the lake of the dead…

Raziel (vo): This, at least, had remained constant. The endlessly swirling vortex of the abyss. My tomb, and the womb of my rebirth.

Though much of Nosgoth’s landscape had changed, these cliffs gave me my bearings. My clan territory was to the west - I was anxious to see how my descendants had fared during the centuries of my absence.

Raziel reaches the fortress of his clan…

Raziel (vo): Utter desolation. My once-proud kin, wiped from this world like excrement from a boot.

I knew the hand that wrought this deed…