" I, Johannes the bard, the sorcerer, the miscreant, hereby make a statement. Let this be my claim.
"I claim only those places and spirits as far as the reach of my voice," he said. "I claim this space and only this space. I claim the connections here and only those connections."
"I name this space my demesnes, a place where convention doesn't hold, beyond those conventions which I openly decide to be fair and right. I claim this alone, with no bloodline of note behind me, and no intent to mark a bloodline after me. This demesne is forfeit when I have passed from this mortal coil."
He exhaled slowly.
"I claim this space as mine, as I dislike that which lies elsewhere. I would return to old times, stable times, and let this place be a sanctuary, both for Others that would come here, and for myself. For I do not like where things are going elsewhere, and I would hope to change the destination... or delay it."
"Let this be my challenge. All who would deny me this demesne, declare your right to challenge me, and find me here."
The words were ominous, and they held power. "

― , Pact