LEGACY OF TURELZEVIR: DOLL REAVER OFFICIAL GAME SCRIPT (FINAL DRAFT) SECTION 8.67b (KAIN) “Two Voradors, One Idea, Zero Paradoxes.” EXT. ELZEVIR’S MANSION Having failed to persuade TURELZEVIR, or obtain the Doll Reaver, KAIN stands outside the now-empty mansion. He looks up, at the blue sky, and lowers his gaze to the beautiful rural horizon, hills, trees, mountains. KAIN (V.O) The world I had left behind was a very plain plane of canyons and deserts. And the degeneration appeared to be continuing. This beautiful memory of life and colour before me, has no future. He lifts up his right hand and looks at it, at the five sharp digits forming into long dangerous claws. KAIN (V.O) Oh, how things change over time! A grey glow slowly formed in the air before him, the surrounding world suddenly seemed to get much darker. The glow focussed, and standing before the vampire was a translucent ghost-like image of a scruffy human. KAIN It took you long enough to decipher the vessel’s communication system. EB Apologies my Lord, the systems were similar to those that our Hylden master’s used; we had only recollections of them activating such technology guiding us. KAIN Indeed. Adequate work, it may be of use. What is the status of my vessel? EB My master, we have not been discovered. If I may be so bold, I do not think the Super Sarafan Destroyer has a clue where we are. KAIN And what have you observed of their status? EB They have moved much closer to the coast, Lord Kain. I would guess that they are about to send troops onto the land. KAIN Perhaps. I am going to investigate a few more things. Stay where you are, no one is to leave the vessel. If anyone tries, kill them at once. You may go, contact me again at midday, or when events are occurring. EB Yes, Lord Kain. The broadcast started to slowly fade into grey. KAIN (V.O) The irony of it all. A ship of humans, loyal to a vampire, hiding from their Sarafan pursuers. Meddling in the affairs of men... The first Vorador had bestowed that to deaf ears... Pause. KAIN (V.O) My God! VORADOR! KAIN Human! HUMAN! The fading transparent human quickly comes back into focus. EB Y-Yes my Lord? KAIN Is that Vorador on my ship still unconscious? EB He’s groaning a but, my Lord, I think he’s waking up. KAIN Damn, we must be hasty then. Hit him over the head with a spade, there is one in the Captain’s quarters. That should keep him unconscious for just about as long as we need. EB My lord? KAIN A few of you, half a dozen loyal men, put Vorador in that empty potato sack in the Galley, and leave the vessel. Carry him to Stahlberg, I’ll meet you there. EB My Lord? May I ask... KAIN I suppose you’d function better if you knew the reason. EB Well, my Lord, forgive the impudence, but I wouldn’t want to hit Vorador over the head with a spade unless I knew it was for just cause. KAIN Understandable. We are going to rescue the first Vorador. He hasn’t been beheaded yet. He has… maybe an hour to go. EB The first Vorador, my Lord? KAIN Yes, the hard one, brown, arrogant, furry, built like a brick shithouse. We are going to put Vorador number two, the green flower-power Ned Flanders of Meridian, into the guillotine, replacing the first, and best one, who will therefore not be beheaded. So the useless Vorador gets the chop, and the useful one can be a valuable ally. Someone needs to tell the Hylden to call their dogs, and it will probably avoid any possible paradoxes. And explain something that has been bugging me for so long, how could he be alive after being killed? Pause. EB Isn’t that hideously hideously complicated, my Lord? Pause. KAIN Yes. Yes it is. But it is otherwise a sound plan. You shall meet me outside Stahlberg, I shall be disguised, but will approach you, just look inconspicuous. Remember, spade, then potato sack. Now go, hurry. Go!