In the days following his scornful rejection of Eleanor's overtures for peace, Vincent's obsession with toppling her reign took an even darker, more unstable turn. He became increasingly reclusive within the gloomy confines of his fortress keep, spending endless hours poring over dusty tomes of forbidden technologies and alchemy.
His already beleaguered attendants and subordinates walked on perpetual eggshells around their volatile lord. One misplaced word or disruption could easily provoke Vincent into explosive rages where anything within reach - goblets, candlesticks, even the furniture itself - might go sailing across the chamber in a hailstorm of fury.
On the increasingly frequent occasions when Vincent did deign to leave his grim studies, it was only to oversee progress on...the Project. His supreme creation, one he was convinced would annihilate Eleanor's reign over Eldoria and crown him as the prophesied harbinger of a glorious new age.