The Baroness had sent out her summons the night of the storm that shook the core of Predator's Keep, lightning rumbling and rain pelting any who were so unfortunate as to have been caught outside by it.
The storm dissipated as suddenly as it appeared, bringing with it flooded roads and downed trees surround the keep.
Still... Some swore that the night of the storm, they saw a spectral image of five massive serpentine heads, lashing out at something within the forest, concealed by the noise of the storm and the darkness of the night.
Those people were unfortunately correct, though none of them would have ever guessed just how sinister that image truly was
Especially to the man that it appeared for.
The five heads of Tiamat struck as violently as the storm shook the heavens above, rending and tearing wherever those massive fangs managed to land upon the unfortunate soul who had called her wrath to fruition. Blood soaked the tops of trees and was quickly washed away by the torrential downpour, though the damage done would not be ignored as easily. Roars and otherworldly shrieks were released into the heavens above, concealed by the percussive bass of the thunder. Just as the sounds were covered, so too was the actual sight of anyone who may have seen more than just the five-headed ghost, striking out into the dark night's sky. Though the tree-tops periodically flashed a bright neon teal, the flash of the lightning drowned out all; drowned all but the pain of the subject of his Queen's torment.
The central of the five heads; the largest and brightest of them all, a massive green wedge with teeth as large as people themselves, hissed
"My son.. my sweet Vincentius... Long have I groomed you to bring glory to my name... And yet...",
Another wave of torment was dished out, blood and gore flying from the opened maw as it reared it's ugly head to the heavens and roared, shaking everything for miles with an intensity that most had never felt.
"You were brought here for a reason... I brought you here personally... and you decide to go back to that worthless world from which you came..."
The lightning flashed, the thunder boomed, and five lines of brightly colored liquid blended seamlessly with the colors of the storm.
Toxic green, Fiery Red, Noxious black, Icy white, and lightning itself.
All five struck their mark, leaving deep gouges down the length of the hundred and sixty foot dragon that the spectral maws held aloft as easily as a child holds a rattle.
"All for a slip of a human girl..."
The broken and scarred form of the dragon held aloft in his deadly queen's grasp finally slumped in defeat, no longer trying to hold up his defenses.
"You are dead to me... and so too will be everyone and everything you hold dear."
As soon as the words were spat out, the five heads reared back for one final calling into the night, and as quickly as they and the storm that shrouded them had appeared, they vaporized into nothing, leaving nothing but a half moon in the night's sky.
Almost similar to a falling star, the green dragon that had been the target of his horrific Queen's ire was discarded from her spectral grasp and left to plummet the rest of the way to earth. The tree tops and the branches did naught to halt the fall of the several thousand tons of muscle and scale, and although his hide had already been beaten and battered, broken and torn, the splintering branches and tree tops stuck where they could, using the only defense they had for themselves. Surely people heard the commotion, because by time the dragon had managed to muster enough strength to call to his innate regenerative curse and return to his guise of a man, he heard guards and soldiers blocking the exit from the forest, likely holding back any curious Keeps' people who believed they had witnessed something in that terrible storm. The amount of time that passed from when Vince's scaled form touched down unceremoniously to earth and his emergence from the forest was something that he had no way of telling, though the guards were obviously impatient as the bloodied and bruised image of an eight foot tall behemoth of a man slowly and painfully carried himself towards them, helped along by a massive obsidian blade, nearly as tall as he was. The soldiers nervously approached, knowing full well who it was they had accidentally stumbled upon. The bravest of them stood tall as he stepped before the bloodied drake, exclaiming with an air of importance that his grace, the Baroness, had been nervously searching the area surrounding Predator's Keep for months, looking for Vince.
Red's impatience was heavily due to the amount of time it took Vince's massive form to slowly work his way up the muddied roads and into her keep; a keep that he was also supposed to have known as home.
Unbeknownst to Red, nor to Vince, a chain reaction was set into motion as the massive man finally stumbled his way into Red's office. His sword scraped the floor, gouging marks into it as easily as the spectral form of Tiamat had ripped the bloodied and bruised tears and gouges into the massive man's muscled frame. Though the wounds looked grievous, they were nothing in comparison to the wounds that he'd had when he first hit the forest floor, nor were those as bad as the wounds that Tiamat had initially doled out. Even as he stepped closer to Red's lithe form staring intently at a map of Terrenus and Genesaris, the runic tattoos upon his form flashed brightly and the wounds slowly began to close, though the pain never lessened. With a ragged cough, Vince drove the point of his sword into the stone floor, burying it nearly to the hilt. Slowly and painfully, he lowered his bloodied form before the blade, taking a knee and bowing his head before the woman that he had decided to follow.
"My apologies, Red... I've had some business to attend to and I was unable to contact you before I departed..."
There was no hint of sarcasm in his deep voice as he rumbled his apologies to the Baroness.
"Based on the look of the guards and soldiers you sent to retrieve me.. something important has come up... What is it that you and the rest of your advisor's could not fig--"
The breath caught in Vince's throat as he raised his eyes to look upon Red, and to finally lay his eyes upon what lie bundled safely in the chest.
Vince's emerald eyes narrowed, the pupils immediately being replaced by serpentine slits as he registered what it was exactly that was of such import.
"What.... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? "
Vince wasn't even quick enough to move before a bright light flashed and the sound of glass breaking filled the Baroness' chambers.