Chapter 9: Meanwhile at Godfrey's Castle.
Godfrey stalked the dark, lonely corridor. The sun was starting to set, so the normally dim corridor was turning to pitch. Godfrey was in a rather foul temper after the 8 scouters returned to report that Casey was going after someone. This caused him unnecessary worry, since he had to look after his heir. He was contemplating sending out a search party, when he realized he could ask for Raoul, his sorcerer, to make a potion to find him somehow. He turned out of the corridor and headed to Raoul's quarters. Not bothering to knock, he opened the door. "Raoul!" he shouted. Raoul, dressed in his favorite periwinkle blue robes, was right in the middle of completing his latest potion: a sleeping draught to use on enemies when needed. Raoul was shifting around his chamber looking for certain ingredients. He saw a vial on a shelf that did not belong. "Why, hello," he said talking to the bottle. "You don't belong here, let's put you back in your proper spot." Just then the door banged open startling him and causing his hand to lose its grip on the vile. He watched as it fell into this cauldron. "Uh oh...." Godfrey watched as the potion glowed a bright green. "I'm guessing it's not supposed to do that, now is it?" he queried. He smirked, but it quickly faded when the potion practically exploded. There were swirling colors everywhere, leading to a large black hole of sorts. But the black hole which was in the castle one moment, quickly vanished in a blinding flash of light. Godfrey covered his eyes quickly, and when he opened them again, he glared at Raoul. "You have got some explaining to do," he said severely. Raoul was just as shocked. "Well... I... err... uhh... uhm..." he stuttered around for an explanation. "Indeed it's not suppose to do that, but..." He started wringing his hands on his robes. "Well apparently nothing came of it. Sure there may have been this random black hole, but that means absolutely nothing. See, no problem." He added airily, while pointing at the floor where the hole appeared. He looked to the floor and squeaked a startled reply. "Well. uhh." here on the floor was a complete mess. It looked as if someone had taken a paintball gun and had a mini-war. Godfrey was covered in the paint-like material as well. Raoul looked to Godfrey and smiled nervously at him hoping that this would not put any dampers in their "relationship." Some 50 miles away, a portal was opening. Suddenly, a young man was thrown from the gaping hole to the ground. He grunted, but got up rather quickly. The hole closed and he was left there. He looked around, taking in his surroundings, a saw a town about 100 yards away. He started for it. He didn't know where he'd go, but he needed some place to think. Perhaps the tavern then, he said to himself. So, he gathered his wits together and walked into the tavern.
Godfrey stalked the dark, lonely corridor. The sun was starting to set, so the normally dim corridor was turning to pitch. Godfrey was in a rather foul temper after the 8 scouters returned to report that Casey was going after someone. This caused him unnecessary worry, since he had to look after his heir. He was contemplating sending out a search party, when he realized he could ask for Raoul, his sorcerer, to make a potion to find him somehow. He turned out of the corridor and headed to Raoul's quarters. Not bothering to knock, he opened the door. "Raoul!" he shouted. Raoul, dressed in his favorite periwinkle blue robes, was right in the middle of completing his latest potion: a sleeping draught to use on enemies when needed. Raoul was shifting around his chamber looking for certain ingredients. He saw a vial on a shelf that did not belong. "Why, hello," he said talking to the bottle. "You don't belong here, let's put you back in your proper spot." Just then the door banged open startling him and causing his hand to lose its grip on the vile. He watched as it fell into this cauldron. "Uh oh...." Godfrey watched as the potion glowed a bright green. "I'm guessing it's not supposed to do that, now is it?" he queried. He smirked, but it quickly faded when the potion practically exploded. There were swirling colors everywhere, leading to a large black hole of sorts. But the black hole which was in the castle one moment, quickly vanished in a blinding flash of light. Godfrey covered his eyes quickly, and when he opened them again, he glared at Raoul. "You have got some explaining to do," he said severely. Raoul was just as shocked. "Well... I... err... uhh... uhm..." he stuttered around for an explanation. "Indeed it's not suppose to do that, but..." He started wringing his hands on his robes. "Well apparently nothing came of it. Sure there may have been this random black hole, but that means absolutely nothing. See, no problem." He added airily, while pointing at the floor where the hole appeared. He looked to the floor and squeaked a startled reply. "Well. uhh." here on the floor was a complete mess. It looked as if someone had taken a paintball gun and had a mini-war. Godfrey was covered in the paint-like material as well. Raoul looked to Godfrey and smiled nervously at him hoping that this would not put any dampers in their "relationship." Some 50 miles away, a portal was opening. Suddenly, a young man was thrown from the gaping hole to the ground. He grunted, but got up rather quickly. The hole closed and he was left there. He looked around, taking in his surroundings, a saw a town about 100 yards away. He started for it. He didn't know where he'd go, but he needed some place to think. Perhaps the tavern then, he said to himself. So, he gathered his wits together and walked into the tavern.