To Dock Once Again..

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Aeth
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To Dock Once Again..

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There was something soothing about returning from a long hiatus at sea. He had spent what seemed like ages with a few of his trusted companions abroad and it was like a breath of fresh air to return to his home. The familiar touch of the sand and cobblestone beneath his boots. The echoes of the citizens and a few of his men he had put in charge in his absence gave him a sense of nostalgia and comfort. The time that he spent away, on Goldcroft's own vessels, was as rewarding as anything he could imagine in this realm. There was a real confirming feeling knowing that they were as capable a seafaring city as any other in all of Norland.

But, as can be expected, much had changed in his absence.

It actually was surprisingly refreshing to see that the Golden City was still progressing forward. Change was always a good and interesting thing in his own mind. Only a few hours had passed since he had docked back, expecting that his lieutenants would report back to him hearing about his arrival back in the realm. But, it was a slightly different welcome than he expected. Even though his old guard was still present throughout the main city and the surrounding area, the authority had changed. Most of the documents that his appointed weren't capable of addressing on their own were always forwarded onto Lord Sliper or another. Communications over the eastern seas were always difficult even with the assistance of magic.

His journey perhaps was a bit selfish and it served to open his eyes a bit hearing that Lord Sliper had taken back command for himself. Well, the command being trickled back down towards the Royal Guard and the aristocracy that was ever present surrounding King Croft. A satisfied smile followed him once his steed was brought to meet him though. The small trip was enjoyable back down to the Golden Tower and seeing the training regiment at full force. This is how it was all designed to work after all.

That same familiar smell of his office. That feeling of home. The guards still stood ever vigilant, a familiar smile and nod passing between himself and his loyal few. The place almost identical to when he decided to leave it. A few skewed documents and letters were new to him, but besides adjusting them a bit he settled back into his chair. The crest and massive painting were still present, his trident propped up against the back corner wall near his collection of books. This felt right, but perhaps this was where he was meant to be instead of pressing to command the might of Goldcroft.

His ambitions were still present, but not in the same capacity. It had taken months, if not years, of searching out himself to finally understand that there was a limit to how hard he could push. The desire was still there even if it was more of a red hot coal than a raging inferno before. Perhaps it took a small journey away to understand subtle machinations are more important than brash conquest. The ever present glass still sat patiently on his desk, a faint touch turning it back ice cold to take on the whiskey it was inevitably going to pass onto Aetheron.

The biggest change of all was much different. Dreams and nightmares that plagued him once he set sail from the docks. These defined him now and had him mulling over the potential for other avenues. Perhaps it wasn't just the realm of man that was worth exploring and embracing. His capabilities would be needed in some capacity and he expected to continue in whatever manner he could to support their kingdom. But, his delusions of grandeur had been rightfully shifted back to their proper place. He would serve where it was seen fit, but instead of focusing on his worldly goals, there were parts inside of him that deserved exploration. Maybe it was time to put his head back into the clouds..

Aetheron, Goldcroft's Servant

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