conversations.from: system
conversations.value: At the end of a night of blood and fire, the city fell to the depredations of its conquerors. 
  
  But now, as red-limned dark retreats before steel-blue dawn, the souls that wake from the sleep of victors do so to a soulless desolation. 
  
  Footsteps crunch loud on ash-strewn cobbles. Long, deep breaths drift on chill air sullied still with smoke. There are no voices, no sound of life. Even the birds are silent. 
  
  The great city lies dead and empty, as if judged by some merciless god. 
  
  #Player Notes#
  
  *This is a player-driven story with rotating narration, set in a sacked city, the morning after the siege.*
  
  *Writers will assume the roles of survivors - soldiers, mercenaries, camp followers, or refugees - on either side, who have woken to find the city deserted. How long were they asleep? Where has everybody gone? Just what is happening? All these and more are up to the imagination.*
  
  *However, I do intend the setting and narration to be deliberately kept vague, somewhat dreamlike, for effect. For the same reason, characters should go by nicknames or functions ('Little Coney', 'The Lieutenant', etc) instead of actual names.*
  
  *Time period should be ancient- or medieval-ish, on an unspecified but Earth-like world. The city itself would be a large and grand one - look to any of history's great capitals, like Babylon or Constantinople, for inspiration.*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Which side of the siege were you on? Are you a soldier, or a civilian? Any specialty?
conversations.prefix: Know Thyself:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Name one quality you possess that might aid you in a fallen city devoid of life.
conversations.prefix: Know Thyself:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are alone - or very near to it. Name one quality you possess that may impair you.
conversations.prefix: Know Thyself:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What were your plans the night before? What are they now?
conversations.prefix: Know Thyself:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: s
conversations.prefix: City Gardens:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: dsasd
conversations.prefix: asdasd:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *(For Handsome)*
  
  A night of blood, rape and drink turns even the staunchest warrior ravenous. There must be something in the way of provender to be scavenged from the violated (and unburnt) homes.
conversations.prefix: Find Sustenance:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *(For the Priestess)*
  
  The ashes of the sacred flame lie dark. The holy relics are gone from the tombs. The gods have abandoned their house. Will you, their servant, also?
conversations.prefix: Find Solace:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *(For Shadowstalker)*
  
  After a lifetime alone in the crowd, true solitude can cut deep - or raise hackles. Something about this morning feels unnatural. Imagination - or premonition?
conversations.prefix: Find Someone:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *(For the Sellsword)*
  
  A night of blood, rape and drink turns even the staunchest warrior ravenous. There must be something in the way of provender to be scavenged from the violated (and unburnt) homes.
conversations.prefix: Find Sustenance:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *(For Shadowstalker and the Priestess)* 
  
  The rewards of faith are many. But when the cry of tottering faith calls a shadow far from its darkling home, what seems a reward may be spurned - or embraced - by light of day. 
conversations.prefix: Night and Day:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *(For Handsome and the Sellsword)*
  
  Many are the roads men walk in life, and the unbeaten paths therein. One that draws steel for King and country may stand apart from another that spills blood for gold and favors - or shoulder to shoulder, united by deeper things than words spoken in high halls. 
conversations.prefix: Blood and Iron:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A thick fog serpents its way through the city, clouding both path and mind.
conversations.prefix: Eerie Fog:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The tower has been rung, deep in the heart of the city. Who rang it, and for what reason does it call out?
conversations.prefix: Find the Bell Tower:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Others or ill intent spirits?  Can they be trusted  or do they mean you harm?
conversations.prefix: Strangers in the Dark:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Is that a woman crying? Someone or something is near by? where is it
conversations.prefix: What was that sound?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The City... But in the times of a distant past?
conversations.prefix: The City:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You meet someone from your distant past. Does the vision bolster your courage or fuel your fears?
conversations.prefix: Remembrance [Priestess]:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You meet someone from your distant past. Does the vision bolster your courage or fuel your fears?
conversations.prefix: Remembrance [Sellsword] :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You meet someone from your distant past. Does the vision bolster your courage or fuel your fears?
conversations.prefix: Remembrance [Shadowstalker]:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You meet someone from your distant past. Does the vision bolster your courage or fuel your fears?
conversations.prefix: Remembrance [Handsome]:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Priestess was struck blind. Why? And more importantly, will it return, and how will that happen?
conversations.prefix: Blindness:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: These are strange, foreign surroundings. Can you find an explanation for why you ended up here?
conversations.prefix: Explore:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What of the visions you saw earlier? Were you the only person that saw them? Did everyone else hear the details? If not, will you tell them?
conversations.prefix: The Aftermath:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Steps leading to an altar, illuminated by a shaft of light falling from the tower above.
  
  Whomever did the decoration clearly did not believe in minimalism.
conversations.prefix: The Altar room:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The pressure to obey the Voice was intense. Real or not, it was pushing at the back of their heads, and it would take an act of will to resist it, even just to pause and think it through.
conversations.prefix: Compelled:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The bell they were looking for is now ringing in the tower. So close, the sensation is overwhelming.
conversations.prefix: Repelled:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: No voice could be heard, no sound but the Sound.
conversations.prefix: Deafening noise:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The entity behind this strange world? Or another inexplicable anomaly of the city?
conversations.prefix: The Woman of the Bells:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Surely there can be no safer place than back on the ground - even in this strange realm. Only - how does a mere man, neither god nor bird, descend from the heavens?
conversations.prefix: Return to the City:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It would be folly to return to the cursed city where all this began. Better to defy the winds and push onward, seeking answers in these far-flung heavens. 
conversations.prefix: Wander the Firmament:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In a world where all reason has fled, the steadfast may yet find roads unbent.
  
  *Awarded for your conduct at the altar. Play to unveil more about a given challenge or situation (narrator will elaborate).*
conversations.prefix: Dust to Dust:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A measure of help is rare in these times. Take it if you will.
conversations.prefix: Communion:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Grey eyes. They seem so *familiar*. Why?
  
  Perhaps swift feet will answer such a question better than an inquisitive mind.
conversations.prefix: The Priestess:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You tried your best to eliminate any emotional loose ends, but judging by the crowd, you failed.
conversations.prefix: Reunion:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Few sustain such wounds and live to tell the tale. What has the oil shared with you?
conversations.prefix: A Scar's Tale:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Perhaps it is for the best that you missed whatever massacre happened here. The dead are unfamiliar, yet she claims this is *your memory.* Is she lying? Why would she hide her face and speak in such riddles, if she did not have something to hide?
conversations.prefix: Forgotten:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A chalice of illusion offered by an immaterial woman. Ignorance is bliss, as they say.
conversations.prefix: Communion:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *(For Handsome)*
  
  In flame you were once reborn. By flame you have now awoken. But... to *what* have you awoken?
conversations.prefix: Awakening:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know this man from the world of dreams... if it was indeed a dream. For he is here before you in the waking world - the last figment of that strange ordeal. 
conversations.prefix: Beyond Dream:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A hard-bitten fighting-man, veteran of a dozen campaigns, with hands as comfortable on sword hilts as they are on the hips of a tavern wench.
conversations.prefix: The Sellsword:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It takes a certain sort to walk the mercenary road and survive. Long years on that road have bred in you a toughness and cageyness worthy of any predator of the wilds.
conversations.prefix: Old in War:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: War is your trade, your pleasure, and your life. You are scarred not merely in body, but in  mind as well - and as age creeps up on you, the scars show stark as blood against the sky.
conversations.prefix: Old Injuries:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For far too long, home has been wherever the free-companies pitch camp. No longer. There must be something at the end of the endless march... something long forgotten.
conversations.prefix: Desire for Peace:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are a hired hand and your blade goes to the highest bigger. Your loyalty is bought, but once given, your word is true.
  
conversations.prefix: The Assassin:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Years of training have honed your senses till you hardly miss a single detail.
conversations.prefix: Perceptive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The struggles of others mean little to you. There is only the hunt.
conversations.prefix: Apathetic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: War is the best time for those that work from the shadows. How will you turn this to your advantage?
conversations.prefix: Profit:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Given to the temple as a child. Her life has known only dusty tombs, the ancient chants and the ceremonial fires.
conversations.prefix: The Pristess:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Devotion and true belief are hard to come by in dark times. To those who have it can be the torch that lights a dark path.
conversations.prefix: Faith:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've been secluded from the world, or perhaps to young to understand it yet. Your ideas of what is and are, can be shallow. Leading you astray.
conversations.prefix: Naive Innocence :
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The silence of the city is deafening. The sacred fire is nothing but cold embers. Where are the gods now? Were they ever real, ever with you? Or was it all simply a story.
conversations.prefix: Where are the Gods:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Battle hardened and unable to quit.
conversations.prefix: Veteran:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A terrifying appearance and a taste for blood.
conversations.prefix: Scary:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Not respectable, cold headed bravery, just a crazy death wish.
conversations.prefix: Suicidal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Everyone else must pay for what had been done to him.
conversations.prefix: War to the world:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: His face had healed, sort of. What lied under, not so much.
  
conversations.prefix: Disturbed:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: After plundering enough, long enough, you have developed an uncanny sense for where the smallfolk squirrel away their most precious belongings.
conversations.prefix: Seasoned Looter:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?'
  'That is the only time a man can be brave,' 
conversations.prefix: Courage :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Introspection was dangerous for a man like him so he had learned to be always on the move and act fast.
conversations.prefix: Decisive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He might have cared before, but now he was just empty.
conversations.prefix: Dispassionate:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The quality of your voice holds something desirable.  Perhaps it reminds others of love they never had, or that song they heard long ago. 
conversations.prefix: Calming voice:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Faith holds no meaning for you. The only person that can truly be relied on is yourself.
conversations.prefix: Distrusting:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: On the battlefield, pity is a luxury no warrior can afford. Even the conquered can still shed blood, and only those of use in a fight are worthy of attention.
conversations.prefix: Callous:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He never expected much of his fellow men, but after his accident, he thought even less of humanity. Show weakness, and you would be taken advantage of.
conversations.prefix: Misanthropic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In years of battle, you have withstood trials that would break lesser warriors. The force of your own will is but another weapon - one that you draw at will.
conversations.prefix: Focused:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Years of training have given you a mind that is highly structured and ordered. This is not easily broken.
conversations.prefix: Disciplined:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: All is but a whisper on the wind. Yours is to listen.
conversations.prefix: Trouvère:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've done this for a long time, long enough to know the melody by heart.
conversations.prefix: Experienced:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a
conversations.prefix: a:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The terms of your release have yet to be satisfied. Perhaps the next tale will be grand enough to guarantee clemency.
conversations.prefix: Beggar's Bounty:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There is beauty in the world, enough to fill a hundred hundred years with song. You have but to find the words.
conversations.prefix: A Song Worth Singing:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are overzealous in your pursuits, and have little regard for the well-being of those in whom you take interest.
conversations.prefix: Hunger:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What happened was a mystery, and a welcomed distraction. He now wanted to see this through.
conversations.prefix: Figure it out:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: He lost a lot in the fire, but what is left is a tough core.
conversations.prefix: Resilient:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're a *warrior,* not a *soldier* - and a damned good one. You don't have to agree with the orders of some buffoon with a gold knot - you can damn well take the lead in any situation. 
conversations.prefix: Mutinous:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Despite your fathomless knowledge, you are fixated on your task. You know only the song -- what more could there be?
conversations.prefix: Narrow-minded:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Leave this mad place. Do so alive. Live to fight another day.
conversations.prefix: Survive:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Resilient of mind, body and spirit.
conversations.prefix: Tough:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are capable of great concentration, even through the greatest distractions.
conversations.prefix: Focus: