I knew when father summoned me that morning that it wasn't going to end well for me. I couldn't have been more right. Apparently he is fed up with the way I've been living my life and spending his money. He went on a tirade about how the family fortune wasn't mine to squander on frivolities and how our ancestors would be spinning in their graves if they saw what I'd been doing to the legacies of their fortune and name. I don't think I improved my situation with my comment about throwing open the doors to the family crypts and charging people to watch these spinning corpses in order to replenish the family coffers.
He told me that in a matter of a handful of years I'd burned through what was to be my inheritance, a considerable lot he "assured" me. In the end he gave me a bag full of gold, saying it was the last of any gold I would see from the family, that he would no longer coddle me and cast me out of the family estate.
So now, apparently, I have to make my own way in the world, without the benefits that a nobleman's name would provide. So I'll go about as just Ianis. At least I have my magecraft to fall back on. I wandered down to the town in order to purchase a few supplies before heading out into the world for some adventure as well as this journal in which I will chronicle my journeys. I may as well make the best of this situation, seeing as I've now no responsibilities to tie me down. So I guess I'd better begin and head off. I'll write more when I make camp tonight.
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