So it begins

I had been so tired of the Capital. Sure it contained all the luxury one could imagine. All you wished for was yours by the raising of a finger. “Another goblet of wine, certainly sir. Another massage, of course I am at your service. Another feast? There are several planned for the evening, which one would the young Sir like to attend?” If you wanted to see the world you could just take a stroll through the districts of the city. In a day you could walk through the jungles of the Grippli district, the well cared for forests of the Elves, or why not the more open landscapes of the Leonin. So many people from so many different places, bringing what their lands had to offer. It was all yours for the taking. If you did what they told you.
 
You see, that is where the problems started. Doing what they told me. Being Nephilim but not part of the royal family meant that I had to choose between being a soldier in the Spears of Heaven or a cog in the Mandates administration. With the Striking Avatar in charge and me not having a deathwish I choose the latter. Seeing what occurred in the battle of Karakhasa I do believe that I made the right decision.
 
Yet pushing papers around did not turn out to be such an exciting task. I have never been known for my attention span concerning things that do not interest me. Let us just say that on some days a drunken baboon could likely have performed my tasks more admirably. Craving more than my current surroundings caused my mind to wander, and apparently having a woman nude inside the work chamber to keep my mind focused was frowned upon.. Surely there was more to the world than Riwenjing.
 
It is often said that you become blind to the wonders around you. Being blinded thusly I stumbled, with my hands before my eyes, to sign up for extraterritorial service when it became clear that the Striking Avatar wished to expand the Mandates knowledge of the outside world. My supervisor, all too glad to get rid of me, ensured that my stumble turned into a rush. With her eager recommendations I was granted a position for the mapping of Scaelor and the diplomatic introduction of the Mandate to its rulers. What a coincidence that Scaelor happened to be about as far away from Riwenjing as you can get…
 
I was so tired of the Capital. Having emptied my bowels for the third time since I begun writing I am beginning the veil of familiarity has begun to be lifted. I have discovered that I hate boats, and that I miss my home.