In the month of Ios, the ominious rumbling of the volcano in Bloodloch
preceded the re-opening of the famed Alcazar palace to visitors. Its
doors having been shuttered since the Goddess Iosyne and Father Ivoln
inadvertantly sunk it into the lava, the impressive castle had undergone
a lengthy reconstruction, at the utterly negligible cost of forced slave
labor.

Directed by Primus Abhorash Nehekhara himself, the Alcazar had been
reimagined into a dual-purpose building: part government complex and
Consanguine playground alike. From the somber religious vestibules in
the conclaves, to the obscene luxury of the Dominion's private quarters,
to the formidable Terrace of the Warlords, there was spectacle aplenty
to be explored and enjoyed by the city of undeath and vampires alike.

In the months following, the Alcazar saw a gradual trickling-in of
visitors and officers, and it was rare for a single soul to have nothing
to say, whether about the cryptic statements uttered by the Primus, or
gossip about the Houses themselves. Rumors have already begun to
spread...




Penned by my hand on the 18th of Khepary, in the year 411 MA.