Grimm's Vision

The woman on the bed sits up, her long dress fading from sight and into a shining golden breastplate. Her empty hand grasps a greatsword, and she narrows her eyes at the party. "Return that to me, now. It is not yours to take." Grimm instinctively held the book closer to him. Now that he was close, he could see the woman's fangs. "RETURN THE BOOK TO ME!"

Her eyes shone with a white light, and the party's vision dimmed.

Grimm awoke with the sun shining overhead. Slowly, from the center of the light descended a large muscled man, his hair shining a bright blonde and his skin a deep tanned red. Large feathered wings came from his back, and his clothes and weapons were adorned more beautifully than any knight Grimm had ever seen. "Knowledge begets knowledge." He uncovered Grimm's hood, and Grimm once again wore his old face. "I am the 12th Solar, and you are my avatar. Never let this information fall into the hands of others, Grimm."

Grimm shook his head and found himself back in the room, him and his party all bewildered. "So, that is it. You've come seeking MY treasure for your petty war. You won't be leaving with it. You won't be leaving with your lives." She raised her sword, and the battle began.