You in the World
The military has always been in your bloodline, but something is just not right about it. You grew up in the warmer southern reaches of the Vesluvian Empire in Raglow. Even before the reign of Lord Vecevious, Raglow has been the training grounds for the Vesluvian military. It is a strategic place too. To the west lies the Orcan Planes and it requires no small amount of presence to keep the peace with the Orcs who are often want to forget that raping and pillaging is no longer the status quo in the world. And across the Bellofaster Sea to the East lies the dragonborn empire of Ch’Rath. The Ch’Rath are merchants and the very loosest sense of the term and often need to be deterred from the Vesluvian shores.
Over the past months your concerns about the increasing hostilities with the Orcs and rumours of the Vesluvian navy being compromised have started to stir the barracks. Your superiors are tight-lipped to point of cruelty to those who ask too many questions.
You have had enough of the lies and the corruption. Clearly Lord Vecevious is running Ac Rumb for his own sinister designs. Your posting has come to an end and it is not a hard decision to hand in your discharge papers. The only pull at your heartstrings is the disappointment from your family. You excuse your discharge as a pilgrimage to find deeper knowledge alluding to the chance to return to the military once you are done. That seems to have appeased them.