conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Elfin: This is a test thread, used to show a friend how pbp games work! 
  
  As you travel down the road, three orcs jump out  from behind a rock and attack you.
  
  Roll for initiative.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Warblade: Here's my initiative:
   
   Spoiler 
   (1d20+3)[ 18 ] 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Elfin: You have the initiative; what do you do?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Warblade: Initiate Steel Wind to attack 2 orcs:
   
   Spoiler 
   (1d20+6)[ 23 ] 
   (1d20+6)[ 26 ] 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Elfin: Your blade sweeps down upon the foul cretures in a mighty arc, cleaving through their skulls. Enraged, the last orc brings his falchion upon you!
  
   
   Spoiler 
   (1d20+4)[ 14 ] 
  damage:[roll]2d4+4[/roll]
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Warblade: Using Steely Strike I advance upon my remaining opponent:
   
   Spoiler 
  
   (1d20+10)[ 19 ] 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Elfin: With a grunt of pain, the orc falls as your cold steel slices through his flesh and sinew, spurting rivers of blood into the dusty road.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Warblade: Overcome by disgust at my slaughter, I vow to never wield a weapon again.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Warblade: Well, after a few moments of contrition, I figure a little more whacking can't hurt.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Elfin: xp time! Take a well-earned 450xp.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Warblade: What treasure do I find among their disgusting remains that hasn't been spoiled by the excessive bleeding?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Elfin: On their bodies you find fifty gold pieces, a silver amulet set with a large crystal, and a flask of blue liquid.
  
  Then a bolt of lightning falls from the sky, reducing you to dust.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Warblade: Does the blue liquid consist of a divine glue that can bind my remains together so I can amble about as a disgusting heap of ash?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Elfin: 🤨Ummmmm...no?🫤