What Even Is Adventuring?

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It Jaehaerys very little time to travel from his kingdom, westward to the westernmost region of the Dawn. In truth, the kingdom was more Northwestern than strictly North anyway. He arrived at the En Gulf with the one and only person he would ever allow to act as his escort, Modana.

Walking along a cliff side of the En Gulf and heading South by Southeast, Jaehaerys wasn't actually sure where he was going. More than anything, he had only wanted to stretch himself out, loosen up, and adapt to whatever changes to the world may have occurred during his time asleep. For as beautiful as Eshsira was, she was equally as infuriating and Jaehaerys rather not be bothered with her pettiness if he could help it. He wasn't that weak-willed little drakeling she'd ushered to the throne after usurping power from his absentee father.

"You're lightly dressed, Jaehaerys. Not expecting trouble?" Modana asked, walking alongside her emperor but lagging behind him only slightly. Even though she was his right hand woman, and his most prized advisor, she didn't think so highly of herself that she could walk adjacent to him.

Jaehaerys ran a couple of fingers through his long silvery white hair, allowing the winds to caress it gently with the easy breeze. "Whatever do you mean? I have my most powerful shield and sword with me." He casually brushed her question aside for now. He wasn't actually sure what she was actually getting at. Modana was a practical woman and didn't worry about the way he dressed himself. There must have been something she was worrying about.

Modana breathed deeply, placing a hand to the pommel of the blade at her hip. Unlike Jaehaerys, she was in her fully armored grab, as she usually was. "I meant for negotiations. They tend to trend sour when you're looking to acquire brides." After all that was the reason for what Jaehaerys had set out on this adventure.

Jaehaerys chuckled quickly after she spoke, "Oh that was a lie. I have enough, there aren't anymore treasures in this world that I wish to collect...." He turned his eyes to Modana briefly, slyly. "Save for one..." before closing them and folding his arms. He'd prefer just to walk in silence for a while.

Jaehaerys rose his hands to massage his temples again, beginning to get a major headache. "Is it such a crime to take a leisurely stroll and see the world. We've already said, on multiple occasions, to you and your belligerent and borderline racist peons of emissaries that it was a ploy to draw them out. As a ruler of my Kingdom, unlike your apparent utopia, assassination attempts are a major thing, regardless of the happiness and welfare of the majority, even Modana started as an assassin out for my life. Usually they hate when I use my soul, it's the quickest way to draw them out. I don't want your land, this solitary plain that I was going to spread my soul across, and nothing more, then retract once the perceived assassin was dealt with literally means nothing to me. I have beaches, much better beaches than this, already.

"I don't know you, certainly I don't want to know you and you don't know me. T didn't know this was your land, and you have every right to keep it, fuck if I care. I just want to go back to mine and go back to sleep. I regret even waking up this early. This is just harassment at this point, don't you see that?"

"Can this be over already." Was all Jaehaerys said.

"No worries son, I'll work it out for you." Aeragon's voice said, appearing within the vicinity, before Jaehaerys and Modana, with a little girl at his left who shared the same silver hair and blue eyes of Jaehaerys. Once again, he would have to lay eyes on the Judgemaster in order to get his son and return both his children to his side where they were to remain now. In this instant, he pretty much had the best idea to settle this with.

Gently, he placed a hand to the head of his son, and stroke down to his cheek, like he had down Jaehaerys older sister, Tama, and reverted the boy back to his natural size and age. When he placed a hand to Modana;s shoulder, she would be reverted to her own natural form, which was that of a small toy sword and a figure of a soldier woman.

Once all of that was taken care of, he turned back around, "Alright, let's get into this. As retribution, how about you take a part of his Imperium equivalent to the size of the En Gulf, water notwithstanding, and equivalent to the population at the time of the offense, Jaehaerys, Modana and Blue notwithstanding, which was zero, I checked. Then, the most logical course of action and punishment; Banishment of the bloodline. Then you'll never have to deal with us again. We'll escort ourselves off the premises. Sufficient?"

"An apology? Sorry. Okay kids, let's go."

Aeragon placed his hands to the heads of his children, one of which had retrieved the toy sword and other of which had retrieved the figure of the soldier. "What's that? My words meant exactly what they were suppose to. You asked for an apology, and I gave it to you." Which was true, and he was sincere in his saying of it. There just wasn't a need for fluff to it, especially when he needed to leave before all his energy ran out. He still needed to reduce the Imperium down to the play set that it is, and dragging on with this was a waste of time.

"Neither of us want or need the useless fluff, so why pretend like we do. I'm just in a rush because my time was limited from the start, and I hadn't planned on extracting my children."

Aeragon stroked the heads of his children, gently as it were as not to startle them. Once the dome thing came down, Aeragon's eyes flashed behind his mask, concealed from view by the helmet, and he began reverting the Imperium to its normal state and transported it here where everyone was, getting a visual reaction of awe from his two wards. The actual feat, in and of it, wasn't very impressive though.

Casually, he knelt down, to look into the faces of his children, Tama specifically, as he focused on rubbing her head while Jaehaerys, like a shy younger child would, just cling to his cloak with one of his small hands and the toy figure in the other. "Nah I think it's for the best if I take these kiddies elsewhere so they can play their game. I'll feel better about it. Just a gut feeling really."

After that, once the Imperium was reduced to what could almost be mistaken as a lego style play set or something of that nature, it dropped into the palm of Aeragon's free hand as he rose to his feet. "Agreed as well." He remarked to the Judgemaster.

Aeragon said nothing, for a time at least. He stashed the imperium play set on his person somewhere, his hand holding it disappearing behind his back in between it and his cloak before reappearing empty, and scooped up both his children in his arms so that he could take them with him safely when he made this final jump.

"Just a little knowledge, so you don't wonder what whore, or slut, or bitch, or ho went on to become the mother of these children. They don't have one at all. They're my children no doubt, but were just spawned from me without the need of a woman. Mana never comes back, Maina and Naina fuse but end up dead in the end, my gun is all that remains of them, and I outlive everyone else. At the end of it all, these two are really the only things I have left and I wanna watch them have fun, and I realize it should be free of someone else's rules. I think they should live out their wildest dreams the way they want to, and this isn't the best place for that."

He stopped talking, letting himself begin to fade away from the bottom of his boots and traveling upwards, "At the end of it all, I think I might have just realized where we actually stand. Some things are so beautiful for the very reason that they are unobtainable. There always needs to be a chase, or the game would end." With that, the fading finally caught up to the necks and heads of Aeragon and his children before they were spirited away back Aeragon's hub in the center of the Multiverse.