I received my assignment today and I am reeling in disbelief. I had hoped to preserve the greatness of Mileian society, to bear witness to the exotic Azca, or even to peer into the deep mysteries of the land of Nithia, but none of that is to be. The Scrymasters have instead handed me an assignment in the middle of nowhere. I am to watch over the former Provinces of the Mileian Empire.
These provinces were once an admittedly idyllic locale where farming was the primary occupation. Prior to the Battle at the World Spine, the Mileian Empire was surging in strength. It created large agricultural settlements on the rich farmland which laid between the Dogo and the Dagoi rivers. The intent was to provide a reliable food supply for the bulging population of the Empire’s cities. Of course after the Battle at the World Spine the survivors in the Hollow World were all reeling in shock and no longer looking to the future. When faced with the hopelessness of near destruction civilizations all across the Hollow World lost their drive for success and achievement and the Mileian Empire was no exception. The rise of the Empire which gave birth to the Provinces halted. The drive to colonize died nearly overnight, and birth rates and thus populations in cities across the Empire plummeted. The demand for the additional food supply ended, and soon afterward so did any contact with the Empire. Some in the Provinces stayed in their new homes with the rest returning to live somewhere still within the receding borders of the Empire. What is left today is an incredibly uneventful place. Of late the only standout event has been a house fire reported on a remote edge of the Provinces. I will observe and record as it is my mission and duty, but will never understand.