Chapter 20: Plans and Such.
Godfrey glared at his second highest ranked general. He would've glared at his first highest ranked, but Casey was still out somewhere. He took a breath and counted to 10. "Explain to me again why there has been no search party for my heir? And why there hasn't been any attempt to find his attacker and capture him?" he tapped his foot impatiently. "Well sir, we have been occupied with battle plans against the crown. As were your orders," the general gulped. "Oh, so we'll put aside all concern for your next ruler in favor of attacking the crown?! This will not do. How can we find his attacker?" "We could go through the countryside looking for him..." Godfrey glared more at this statement. "Or we could hold a tournament." "And how will a tournament find my heir's attacker? Hmm?" Godfrey was quickly losing his patience. "Uhm... I don't know..." Godfrey rolled his eyes. "Why am I surrounded by idiots?!" he was about to dismiss the general when a thought struck him. "How quickly could we hold a tournament?" "Sir?" "My heir is the best swordsman in the English country. Clearly, to have been beat, his attacker must have been better, or had some luck on his side. In any event, we hold a tournament; the winner is sure to be my heir's attacker. And if he's not, then we'll have some sport for the boys down in the dungeon. They've had no one to torture for at least a month," he grinned evilly. "If can't have a tournament announced in that area before tomorrow evening, or there'll be hell to pay, understand?" "Perfectly, sir. As you wish," the general bowed and left the room to go make arrangements. Godfrey smirked to himself. "What has my sorcerer been up to? I haven't seen him for a while... he best not be screwing something up." He got up and meandered over to Raoul's quarters. He knocked once and entered.
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In the town ~~~~~~~~~~~ A rider on a brown horse trotted into the city. He stopped by the messenger station and left the announcements for a tournament with the request that the posters be up before the end of the day. Paying a larger sum than usual, as bribery, the rider left the town. The announcements were put up, and one was intercepted by Sabrina...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the way back to the castle ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The rider galloped over the dirt road. He saw what seemed to be remains of a fire and a camp. He continued on his way, not paying much heed. When he saw a person walking up to the camp, he stopped. He dismounted and approached. "Casey? Sir! Your father has been worried about you. Gather your things and follow me, if you will, sir," the rider saluted and mounted his horse. Casey collected his things and got on the horse as well. They galloped back to the castle, arriving rather quickly. Casey returned to his room while the rider alerted Godfrey that his "son" had returned. Godfrey was ecstatic from this news: he didn't have to find a new heir. He decided to give his son the rest of the day to rest, and then he would be questioned about his attacker and such...
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Soft flute playing filled the room, though there was no flute player. Raoul managed to charm the room so that it played soft music while he was busy at work... or not, as was the case at this moment. On his worktable, he had vials and containers all open and prepared
for his latest concoction - a magical solution that causes anything it touches turn to stone. Perfect for the battlefield when lodged at knights on horses. *POOF!* and *THUNK!* no more knight! Though, Raoul was not standing before his workbench finishing up this potion. Instead he was seated quite comfortably on a soft cushy chair... writing in a diary. (OOC: *snickers*) is latest entry: Dear Diary, Oh, I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I seem to be losing my touch. My work is suffering and I think it's because Godfrey doesn't notice me anymore! All he cares about is overtaking the king and ruling the damned countryside. But what about me?! Oh the flame
has died indeed. All he ever says to me are commands. "I need you to use your powers and find this out." "Make a potion to enhance my army." "Weapons! Make them stronger." If I didn't know any better, I'd say that he's using me! But I know better than that. I know he
loves me. (OOC: *falls over laughing) He's just busy, but when he does manage to dispose of the king, I will be at his side and it will forever be he and I. I sigh happily at the thought. But until then, I must finish my job and stop being distracted. All will be wel------- His quill smeared on the page as he heard an abrupt knock on the door. Quickly he threw the book away and magiced it so that it returned to the bookshelf hidden among the rest of the old tattered books. He dashed himself back to his worktable and tried to remember
where he had left off with his potion. He turned to face the newly opened door, "Why hello there Godfrey!" he greeted. He was a little flustered knowing quite well that he was just thinking about him. He spoke as he dropped in a dash of some black powdery soot into the cauldron sitting on his table. "Glad to see yo -- eep!" The cauldron emitted a plume of black smoke. He looked back a Godfrey. "Yes well, I didn't think that we would need this potion anyways. I'll come up with something better." He flashed Godfrey a nervous grin hoping to reassure him that all will
eventually be well. 'Oh, here comes another page for my diary' he moaned to himself.
Godfrey glared at his second highest ranked general. He would've glared at his first highest ranked, but Casey was still out somewhere. He took a breath and counted to 10. "Explain to me again why there has been no search party for my heir? And why there hasn't been any attempt to find his attacker and capture him?" he tapped his foot impatiently. "Well sir, we have been occupied with battle plans against the crown. As were your orders," the general gulped. "Oh, so we'll put aside all concern for your next ruler in favor of attacking the crown?! This will not do. How can we find his attacker?" "We could go through the countryside looking for him..." Godfrey glared more at this statement. "Or we could hold a tournament." "And how will a tournament find my heir's attacker? Hmm?" Godfrey was quickly losing his patience. "Uhm... I don't know..." Godfrey rolled his eyes. "Why am I surrounded by idiots?!" he was about to dismiss the general when a thought struck him. "How quickly could we hold a tournament?" "Sir?" "My heir is the best swordsman in the English country. Clearly, to have been beat, his attacker must have been better, or had some luck on his side. In any event, we hold a tournament; the winner is sure to be my heir's attacker. And if he's not, then we'll have some sport for the boys down in the dungeon. They've had no one to torture for at least a month," he grinned evilly. "If can't have a tournament announced in that area before tomorrow evening, or there'll be hell to pay, understand?" "Perfectly, sir. As you wish," the general bowed and left the room to go make arrangements. Godfrey smirked to himself. "What has my sorcerer been up to? I haven't seen him for a while... he best not be screwing something up." He got up and meandered over to Raoul's quarters. He knocked once and entered.
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In the town ~~~~~~~~~~~ A rider on a brown horse trotted into the city. He stopped by the messenger station and left the announcements for a tournament with the request that the posters be up before the end of the day. Paying a larger sum than usual, as bribery, the rider left the town. The announcements were put up, and one was intercepted by Sabrina...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the way back to the castle ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The rider galloped over the dirt road. He saw what seemed to be remains of a fire and a camp. He continued on his way, not paying much heed. When he saw a person walking up to the camp, he stopped. He dismounted and approached. "Casey? Sir! Your father has been worried about you. Gather your things and follow me, if you will, sir," the rider saluted and mounted his horse. Casey collected his things and got on the horse as well. They galloped back to the castle, arriving rather quickly. Casey returned to his room while the rider alerted Godfrey that his "son" had returned. Godfrey was ecstatic from this news: he didn't have to find a new heir. He decided to give his son the rest of the day to rest, and then he would be questioned about his attacker and such...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Soft flute playing filled the room, though there was no flute player. Raoul managed to charm the room so that it played soft music while he was busy at work... or not, as was the case at this moment. On his worktable, he had vials and containers all open and prepared
for his latest concoction - a magical solution that causes anything it touches turn to stone. Perfect for the battlefield when lodged at knights on horses. *POOF!* and *THUNK!* no more knight! Though, Raoul was not standing before his workbench finishing up this potion. Instead he was seated quite comfortably on a soft cushy chair... writing in a diary. (OOC: *snickers*) is latest entry: Dear Diary, Oh, I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I seem to be losing my touch. My work is suffering and I think it's because Godfrey doesn't notice me anymore! All he cares about is overtaking the king and ruling the damned countryside. But what about me?! Oh the flame
has died indeed. All he ever says to me are commands. "I need you to use your powers and find this out." "Make a potion to enhance my army." "Weapons! Make them stronger." If I didn't know any better, I'd say that he's using me! But I know better than that. I know he
loves me. (OOC: *falls over laughing) He's just busy, but when he does manage to dispose of the king, I will be at his side and it will forever be he and I. I sigh happily at the thought. But until then, I must finish my job and stop being distracted. All will be wel------- His quill smeared on the page as he heard an abrupt knock on the door. Quickly he threw the book away and magiced it so that it returned to the bookshelf hidden among the rest of the old tattered books. He dashed himself back to his worktable and tried to remember
where he had left off with his potion. He turned to face the newly opened door, "Why hello there Godfrey!" he greeted. He was a little flustered knowing quite well that he was just thinking about him. He spoke as he dropped in a dash of some black powdery soot into the cauldron sitting on his table. "Glad to see yo -- eep!" The cauldron emitted a plume of black smoke. He looked back a Godfrey. "Yes well, I didn't think that we would need this potion anyways. I'll come up with something better." He flashed Godfrey a nervous grin hoping to reassure him that all will
eventually be well. 'Oh, here comes another page for my diary' he moaned to himself.