Sapience,

Bloodloch would like to announce her hosting of a masquerade ball celebrating the Monomachy's triumphs and the nascent age we find ourselves in.

We will be putting forth our best in opulence, in decadent costume and fabulous display (and magnificent heels). We invite the realm to join in our festivities. Let us see if any can compare - a challenge to don your best and compete with the finery that will adorn the Sanguine Empire. There is only one theme: to be masked.

Impress. Me.

A location will be settled within the Vineyards of Vilimo, and the date is set. On the howling of the 24th of Dharos, 2 MA, come display your pride, your textile strength, what ego you may be able to muster. Drink of the Empire's wine, eat of the Empire's food. Be inspired by her opulent revelry.

Come, let us dance beneath the alluring verdure in my most favored of places. Baruce will even behave, maybe.


The Red Tyrant

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 6th of Severin, in the year 2 AC.