Rio Rancho

I visited Rio Rancho this past Thursday. It was interesting to say the least. I received a warm welcome, which to this day is a topic for which I am torn. I am glad that the turmoil ceased between the Invictus of Rio Rancho and myself, yet there is still a looming sense of impending doom.
I went this week with Master Vincent Montoya, Prince Romero's new vassal. He wore a purple sash. Being, to some degree imitated, I was flattered but I wondered internally if there was any significance to the sash's qualities. Purple is the Florentine color of the lords, not the succubi. I will make a mental note to speak with him on the matter in private.
I was once asked by Javod Masoudi why I wore a red sash. I explained to him that it served as a warning, a visible slash stemming from where I draw my blade across the chest. His response was to ask me what a sash representing throwing grenades may look like.

We arrived at their new Elysium complex. Simply put, it was a monument to insanity, and a breach of the masquerade waiting to happen. We passed a series of 60 foot walls erected around a lone monolith of a building. It appeared as though they were preparing for a war of somekind. Men with firearms patrolled the grounds like mindless dogs. I bite my tounge and make no waves in favor of maintaining the peace with the owners of the edifice. In times past I have received quite my share of ill will for correcting them in any capacity.

Later i spoke to Prince Sullivan, and she relayed to me that she and Duke Castle had already spoken about my conversation with him in Wyndsor. I get the distinct impression that House Castle still sees me as a weakling, or perhaps that my speaking to Duke Sir Hector Castle was seen as an act of weakness. I have no idea how their mentalities function. It is my hope that with enough time and effort, I will get through to the man, and reveal a quality of character within my person that he was never made privy to.

Shortly after court... I became blind and wracked by intense head pains-multiple times while sitting quietly in their Elysium. Fortunes spent, so it seems, cannot build a perfect Elysium. After Prince Sullivan investigated the occurrences, she too was affected in an identical manner. Afterward things began to take a turn for the bizarre. Pictures that plagued individuals, unseen by others, and a general sense of chaos led me to politely take my leave for the evening. Perhaps another day, ladies and gentleman of the CDRR.