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conversations.value: 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: gpt
conversations.value: Salacar: Robbing the temple of Mother Larina, it was an audacious idea; the grounds were so well guarded that even the best thieves in the city wouldn't dare to try. And that is how Aaron knew he could pull it off. Of course he wouldn't just try to jump the wall in the night, and slip in a window, that's the kind of thing that would get him caught. No, Aaron had a plan, and it was a plan that would turn what many considered one of his weaknesses into an asset; something he's often been teased about over the years; his girlish looks, and figure.The winter months where the time when nobles, and the wealthy merchants would host banquets, and balls. it was a chance to introduce newly arranged couples to each other for the first time, and introduce them as a pairing to society; for the rest it was a chance it was a chance to show off prospective brides, and grooms, so that such arrangements could be made. And it all began with the Festival of Hearth's Fire; two solid weeks where the richest and most powerful came funneling into the city to shop, plan, and enjoy themselves, while their daughters were tested by The Temple of The Mother for their eligibility to marry.Aaron had spent months planning the heist; his long, whitish blond hair, which he normally kept short so that others couldn't grab it easily, he allowed to grow out; washing it clean with fresh water as often as he could instead of darkening it with coal dust as was his habit. It was easy to steal one of the ceremonial dresses made of white linen, and the simple brass torque necklace that was worn during the traditional Pilgrimage Parade. The hardest parts were finding a forger who could make him a Letter of Testing that would pass scrutiny, which wasn't not cheap, and keeping clean, and fresh smelling on the day of the Parade, which shockingly cost almost as much as the as the letter, due to having to buy expensive, perfumed soaps. On the day of the Parade he'd put on the simple dress, Put his hair into a single braid going down his back, and slipped in among the crowd of similarly dressed girls.where most lads his age couldn't ever hope to pull something like this off, his below average height, soft oval face, small frame, and lean, yet deceptively powerful muscles allowed him to blend in perfectly with the girls as they walked along the streets. The gathered spectators threw fall leaves of brilliant yellow and vibrant orange, all the while unsuspecting of his presence.Once he was through the temple gates, the guards inspecting papers did little more than glance at his, which left him inwardly sour at the cost he'd paid for the stupid thing. At this point his cover was almost lost when a few of the girls approached him to talk, but thinking fast, he feigned being mute, which not only left his disguise intact, but oddly left a favorable impression with the small group who approached him. In fact, it was so much so that three of the group kept tagging along with him wherever he went, talking on and on about the various test that were to come in the following days. Cooking, dancing, singing (which they where all jealous that their new companion would be excused from), their ability to play a musical instrument, sewing and embroidery, and of course the verification of their maidenhood. Aaron had no intention staying that long though; he was going to be gone from this place well before sunrise.It wasn't long before the temples Elder Matron appeared, and droned on endlessly about the responsibility, and respectability of marriage, while her slightly less elder sisters assigned the assembly into groups, seemingly at random. Aaron's group consisted of a lanky girl with a long horselike face; a pudgy girl quickly going to fat, who acted better than everyone around her, and Nerissa the smallest, and youngest looking of his little group of companions. The Procession was then led around the side of the large building to what looked like a large pile of sacks, bags, and backpacks, with a few boxes of various sizes just for good measure. There was no given order to the way each girl fell onto the pile, and began trying to sort out their things from everyone else. Aaron had no trouble with this as he only had the one bag, and it wasn't tangled in with that mess, so as others busied themselves, he hung back, and casually walked along the wall, slowly making his way to one of the small, drainage openings. He'd taken a slight chance the day before of pushing a backpack with a change of clothes, and a few supplies through the grated opening, and burying it under the fall leaves. It could have been spotted, and put the guards on a higher alert, but it hadn't happened; the pack was right where he had left it. It was only the work of a moment to reach down, pull it from the leaves, and brush it off before making his way back to the group.He stood there, black, leather pack in hand like an ink stain on freshly fallen snow, waiting. It seemed that he would be here for quite some time, and he was getting restless, until Nerissa came along, carrying three large sacks, "Is that all you brought with you?", she asked, to which Aaron could only shrug. Nerissa then went on to talk about their assigned companions; The too big, and too arrogant girl was the daughter of a very minor noble who was about to marry up to the son of a slightly less minor noble; the long, girl was the daughter of a wealthy horse breeder. He almost lost his disguise again, as he nearly chucked at the idea that the girl's father may have in fact been one of the horses, but he suppressed it, and instead simply smiled broadly. Then she asked him what his name is. At first he tried to again feign muteness as a reason not to answer, but she beat him to it by suggesting that he could write it in the dirt. Not having a way out he took a small twig , and scratched Aaron into the dirt, before realizing he didn't remember the last name the forger had put on his papers; luckily for him Nerissa was distracted by something else. "Aaron, with two A's, not an E, and an I?" she giggled, "You're name is spelt like a boy!" Aaron went pale, and Nerissa brought her hand to her mouth, mistaking his abject terror, for outrage. "Oh, i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to offend!", she blurted, "i'm always saying the wrong thing, please forgive me."Aaron nodded, and Nerissa thanked him profusely, before going on about herself. She told him that she was the daughter of a wealthy family of merchants. Aaron was familiar with the family name; they owned half a dozen ships, and a fourth of the warehouses on the waterfront. They were also known to be one of the largest smugglers of contraband in the whole province, though he doubted she knew that. Aaron had no doubt that the girl's family had more money than that of the noble girl, and horseman's daughter combined, and if he were a kidnapper instead of a thief, she would make a plumb if dangerous target.The rest of the day went by with little incident. The girls were led into a large dining hall, and seated in their assigned groups. they were given a simple dinner of soup, bread, and cheese (a feast by Aaron's standards); the large noble girl sneered at him snidely for eating his cheese in bites, instead of breaking it into pieces, placing it in the spoon, and dipping it into the soup, but Nerissa said to ignore her, and in fact began eating as he did, though taking slightly smaller bites.After dinner each table was lead to their room. They where small, unadorned, and having only two sets of bunk beds. If it hadn't been for the mattress, it would have looked to Aaron like one of the jail cells used when one of the rich and powerful had slipped into his cup. Immediately Aaron claimed one of the lower bunks, lay down with his head on his bag, and tried to feign sleep while the other girls whispered among themselves. At some point his feigned sleep must have become real, because suddenly his eyes opened to a dark room, filled with a soft snoring coming from the bed across from him. He didn't know how long he'd slept, but Aaron knew he had to move; so he took his pack, stood, and slipped out the door as quiet as a church mouse.It took him a little time listening at doors to find an empty room where he could slip in, discard the white dress, and find himself once more wrapped in the comfort of his dark clothes, and black cape. He glided through the halls like the shadow of a ghost, searching for anything of value. he'd managed to grab half a dozen silver candlesticks, spring the lock on the tithing box, and was now searching parts of the temple that the public rarely saw, if ever.Turning a corner, he found himself in an alcove where a shrine lay; it was magnificent, the candlesticks where gold, the cloth covering a fine silk, and the centerpiece was a delicate construct wrought in gold and silver, encrusted with lustrous pearls, star sapphires, and a white fire opal as big as his eye. Aaron made short work of the gold candlesticks, and silk, and had just pried the centerpiece loose, already thinking of how best to dispose of it, when suddenly he hears Nerissa yell "Aaron, what are you doing!" The sudden yell shocked him, and robbed him of his speed. Nerissa rushed down the hall, grabbing the jewel encrusted ornament, trying to make him stop, then there was a flash, and pain.All was white; as white as the night sky was black, and in that whiteness floated a million stars of flashing yellow, orange, red, blue, and green...-----------------------------Bright and sunny days were not a rarity in the Forests of Azlant, indeed very few would argue that the weather wasn't divine on this particular day. This particular day might have seemed like so many before it, but there was a movement in the trees, a fragrance in the wind, and a sound in the gentle streams that might have clued someone especially perceptive in on the fact that it was anything but ordinary. Yes indeed, something was about to happen that would make this day less than normal. Would it be a good thing? A bad one? Nobody could really say, as even the Gods themselves had trouble predicting the thoughts and actions of mortals, and in this particular case it was a mortal who would turn this day into something that was everything but ordinary.It started as a hum in the air, a flittering sound that sounded nothing at all like what one would normally hear in a forest, and it only grew in timbre and intensity as the seconds dragged on. More and more the sound grew, until it was almost a deafening noise which shook the ground and trees around it. Then it finally stopped, in an instant it was gone, the trees swayed one last time, and in a small clearing in the forest something had changed. What had been bare ground before was now occupied by a creature that was a true rarity in this world, something so unique it might have been called a divine miracle: a man.Whatever power had brought him here had almost knocked him out cold, his body recovering from the sudden shift in space and time, and his eyelids feeling as heavy as lead. The early day breeze gentle wafted across his body, bringing with it a soothing balm for the otherwise uncomfortable situation the person had found himself in. Trees swayed gently, the sound of a small brook was heard nearby, and the air was as fresh as could be. Few would dismiss this place as anything short of a paradise."Hey!" a voice suddenly broke the forest silence, a tiny, girlish voice filled with a childish form of curiosity that nevertheless reached his ears easily, "You okay? Do you need help?"As soon as he managed to open his eyes, he looked up at a shape directly in front of him. Literally in front of him, as the tiny creature, no taller than perhaps five or six inches, floated above his face on beautiful gossamer wings. Her delicate features and deep brown eyes were framed by short, golden hair, and on either side of her head sprouted long, pointy ears. She was modestly dressed in a simple top and skirt, seemingly spun from some kind of white silk, though she wore no other clothes not even shoes. She tilted her tiny head to the side, her arms crossed behind her back as she took in what was a seemingly unfamiliar sight."Wow, you look weird."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: nightlife: Aaron felt ill, his body ached as if he burned with fever, his head throbbed worse than if he'd drank a jug of cheap wine, and his stomach rolled like he'd eaten bad meat. The light stabbed into his eyes, even though they were closed; it was far too bright. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he felt miserable, and he wanted nothing more than to crawl into a cool, dark cellar, curl up in a corner, and sleep for days.Then Aaron heard a small voice, like the ringing of wind chimes, and he forced his eye's open to slits. There hovering above his face was something out of nursery tales, a tiny girl fluttering on gossamer wings. "UUuuuh" he moaned as he lifted himself up onto his elbows, and every fiber of his being cried out in protest. "What happened, where am i?"That's when he remembered the heist, the treasures, the light, the pain. Reaching done he grabbed his bag; everything was where it had been except that fancy bit of table jewelry, and it was nowhere in site "Where did it go?!" he growled.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Salacar: The fairy girl only seemed more confused by his questions, fluttering back and forth around him as if seeing him for the first time. There was no visible hostility or sign of danger coming from the tiny creature, in fact she didn't even seem on guard or shaken up by his outbursts at all. "Where did what go?" she asked curiously, her wispy voice seemingly mingling with the wind in a way that was exceedingly pleasing to the ears. It had a sort of timbre that made her voice seem unnaturally beautiful. If her lack of worry about his angry demeanor stemmed from faith in her own prowess, or simply because she was oblivious, was hard to say."You're in one of Azlant's great woods," she answered his first question, not a sign of suspicion in her voice concerning his apparent ignorance of where he was. "I'm not sure what 'it' is, but does it have something to do with that girl who ran away when I called to her? She took one look at me and then ran as if a devil was chasing her, which was silly of course since I'm not a devil, I'm a fairy, anyone can see that. Well then I said to myself, Belle, I said, that's not a very nice girl, running away from me when I just wanted to talk, and even leaving her friend behind on the ground. So you're not going to run away too, are you? I'm not scary at all, honest, in fact I once won an award for-" A seemingly endless stream of words escaped the fairy, an impressive feat considering she didn't seem to even stop to take a breath, and the amount of air she could fill into her tiny lungs probably wouldn't be enough for her to keep talking. Yet there she was, apparently content with talking until they became nothing more than incoherent strings of words.
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conversations.value: nightlife: Aaron tried to climb to his feet, but made it no further than his knees before he doubled over retching. "the girl, of course!" he thought as spit the sour taste form his mouth as best he could. "Poison." he said aloud, without meaning to, "She must have poisoned me, and took it." This idea made a great deal of sense to him. It explained why he felt so ill, and why he was seeing little storybook creatures. He knew that there where mushrooms that could turn the largest, and strongest of men sick as an old dog, and cause otherworldly visions. With the amount of money Nerissa had access to through her family, he had no doubt that she could afford to buy an extract, or powder made from such a mushroom.Thinking about Nerissa caused a rough growl to escape his raw throat "You where born into a life without want for anything, and still you took it!"Aaron staggered to his feet, a rage driving him now "Where'd you go, you wretched little girl?!" he yelled, ignoring the fact that she was was actually slightly taller than he was. His mind was growing dark, and menacing, "maybe i'll try my hand at ransom after all," he thought as he imagined delivering a beaten and bruised Nerissa for a sack full of precious stones. Then his eyes fell on the tiny floating creature a few paces away, and his dark thoughts cracked, though didn't crumble altogether. "Oh she was a clever one, wasn't she? dose old Aaron so he's seeing things, and can't tell what's what. Well it won't work, i'm gonna to find you Nerissa! You and that bit of sparkle you took!"