[Janos' voice is distant when the recording begins, as if he has been lost in thought.  His tone is quiet, a strange mixture of sadness and contemplation.]

Raziel appears to be no longer among us.  It is unfortunate, but he must still face the destiny laid out before him.  It is my hope Nosgoth will be safe.  For now, however, my purpose lies with ( Read more... )

...What sort of strange magic have the Gods seen fit to cast upon this realm?  It has been quite a few centuries since I have gazed upon any human children in a peaceful matter.

Stranger still, memories appear to be lost in certain individuals.  Has such an affliction occurred before?

I had thought human customs to be strange, and their lore stranger still, but these recent events have proven nothing less than baffling.  It was not the way of the Ancients to fully understand our God, we would be given prophetic dreams to gaze into the future.  The gods of this realm, however...  They continue to defy logic.

I would sooner embrace ( Read more... )

[Janos' voice rarely strayed from his soft spoken tone, but this time he sounded uneasy.]

The full extent of this realm's warped reality continues to amaze me.  I had not expected to see such cursed images of the past, but it is not as if they were seized from my own memories, rather, that of another.  Witnessing the Sarafan enter my stronghold and ( Read more... )

[The post begins with Janos' voice sounding distant, both away from the communicator, and lost in his own thoughts.]

It is warming to even my heart to hear my name spoken without contempt.

This world bears some similarity to the underlying corruption that poisons Nosgoth.  Yet I cannot detect its exact source, or if my senses are simply blinded by ( Read more... )

This is...  Strange.  This world is decayed, the stench permeates the air, and yet...  No, this is not Nosgoth.  I cannot feel the Hylden attempting to pull free, or the pillars, I feel... Nothing.  I must return to the Citadel at once, Raziel must be guided along his destiny!

[Wind passes under his wings, the audio picking up the slow, steady ( Read more... )