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: kullboys: Hello everyone
  From the grand oak, a sly raven falls down to glide upon the winds, black and accursed wings spreading far wider than plausible, trailing the shadows in the style of a fine oil painting. Moonlight falls from it, as if it were a duck in a pond of pearl-hued light. It goes unnoticed, not one of the many humans below bothering to look up to see the thing, fell fowl disregarded entirely by the ignorant and unseeing mortal eye. It wouldn't matter if they did, their eyes weren't meant to see this, not in this form.
  
  The beating of wings stops as the bird settles to a halt once more, aligning itself on another branch, in another place. The beady and foul eyes on it's face peer downwards into a window, watching the inhabitants. It can see the way in which destiny is woven so tightly about this place, the people inside. The scent of fox, strange flesh and after-rain are imprinted so deeply that it knows, clearly. There is change coming soon enough, and this change, in some way, will be brought about by the ones inside this place.
  
  It can't attack here. It knows that in some way, it will not win this so easily. With a bloodcurdling caw that unsettles the local earth in mysterious ways, the bird takes off once more, making itself scarce before it is revealed.
  Thanks