Fair tidings Traveler!
Mine most gracious of welcomes to thee. This tis the chronicles of mine, Sir Sol of Occar (they/them), knightly actions. First of mine name, last of mine bloodline, I servith the blood of Occar, the greatith of noble houses. My liege beith Lady Occar (she/her), long may her reign be true.
If thou be a childe, I beseech thee leave, thou art not to beith here, nor shalt any those whomst preach hate be tolerated here. Those whomst possess a valorous and brave heart are welcomed, as are any whom carry the spirit of a knight.
Tis but a silly little thing I am doing whist I stand guard or wait for sleep, but all those whomst take note meanith the world to me. Mine asks are open, but I knowith not exactly howith they work, nor how this place functions fully, so exercise patience














