A year and a few days ago, I started this arc and wrote up to midway into part 3. I can't remember any of the mid-adventure points, or rather I couldn't get the few I did remember to work. However, I like the aftermath of this adventure and the situational setup. I also had a version that in effect was "and some other Authors swooped in and took care of the parts I couldn't deal with." Then I thought that I was being presumptious by assuming that anyone would write those parts.

Hey, I wouldn't call this "Tripe" if I had a high opinion of it.

Chronologically, this happens after they arrive in Nosgoth, after some other minor adventures I haven't thought of yet.
This arc is in eight parts and already on the server. How fast I activate it depends on my mood.

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Kain languidly walked through my parlor. I resisted the urge to yell, 'took you long enough' at him. I had much more leeway than any other mortal in dealing with Kain, but I seldom felt the need to press my luck, especially when I was the bearer of bad news.

"What was it that you wished to speak to me about?" Kain asked.

"Big problem," I stated as I pointed down at the floor.

"Why is there a child clinging to your leg?" Kain asked.

"That's Raziel," I stated in all seriousness.

Kain stood in shock as he took in Raziel's child appearance. He had adorable brown eyes framed by uruly brown hair. His physical age was somewhere between five and seven. He was wearing superman pajamas.

"How did this happen?" Kain demanded.

I winced as Raziel tightened his grip on my pant leg; the back of my knee was very ticklish. "I don't know, I didn't plan for this."

Kain growled low in his throat. "Take care of him for me."

"Hey, he's your son," I protested.

"Raziel is my vampiric son. That is a human child," Kain pointed out. "I have no idea of how to care for him."

"And you think I do?" I yelped.

Kain frowned, a dangerous glint in his eye. "Take care of him. I'm going to try and discover what has caused this."

After Kain had left, I turned to Raziel. "What shall we do now?"

"I'm hungry," Raziel complained.

Raziel was finished eating and busy shredding his unwanted waffle when my phone rang.

"I'm at the oracle caves," Kain said. His voice carried a desperation that I had never heard before. "Moebius did this."

The line went dead, and I was filled with a cold sense of forboding.

Hastily, I dialed Vorador. Within moments of my call, he appeared in my parlor.

"There's a problem," I told him hurriedly. "Just watch the kid."

Vorador sneered at the prospect, but Raziel was playing contendly with some toy cars I had fished out of my bag. They would be fine for an hour.

I sped on my moped along the cliffs of Nosgoth's ruined landscape. Normally, I just used my bicycle, as getting fuel was often tricky, but I felt that this situation warranted the motor.

When I got to the oracle caves, everything was still. Vampires had ceased to guard this site, or any site for that matter. I stepped forward into the round chamber that once witnessed Moebius' advice that Kain should seek out King Ottmar.

There, I found a small child sitting on the floor. He stared at me with the perpetual scowl that marked had Kain throughout his adult life. I found it strange that he would develop it so early.

"I want to go home," he insisted plaintively as he leaned his head against my shoulder.

"Home is my place now," I told him gently as I carried him out of the caves.

Now that I was assured Kain was alive at least, I rode back to my house at a more leisurely pace. As I let Kain run up to my door, I pondered why he was wearing batman pajamas.

When I entered the parlor, three kids were standing there. Two I recognized as Kain and Raziel. The third child had short-cropped brown hair and an innocent expression; his ears stuck out like the handles of a mug, and he was wearing Green Lantern pajamas.

"Vorador?" I called out, as if expecting him to be in the next room.

"Yes?" the child before me questioned.

"Oh dear," I groaned, holding my head in my hand.