conversations.from: system
conversations.value: This is a (horror?) story set in the universe of *Chuubo's Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine*, and a sequel to my previous game, [Gates of the Bleak Academy](https://storium.com/game/gates-of-the-bleak-academy/).
  
  There is a Bleak Academy, a school beyond the world where students train in the arts of unmaking. They have caught the angel Jade Irinka, the angel of the houses of the sun.
  
  The Academy has a new division, now, to keep her bound in chains and lies. This new division is known as the Keepers of the Sun. And you have been assigned to it.
  
  ----
  
  It is not necessary for you to read *Chuubo's Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine* to understand this game, but you should probably know at least this about the setting:
  
  Once upon the time, the Headmaster of the Bleak Academy and the Angel of the Houses of the Sun loved each other. But the Headmaster betrayed her, shot her in the side with an arrow, and so she fell into the void that surrounded the universe -
  
  And the void *boiled*, and worlds drowned under the tide of it; only one island of reality remains that is not drowned in this sea, this "Outside".
  
  Some of the Riders from beyond the world count this as a victory. But others believe that they have not yet succeeded.
  
  These Excrucians, these graduates and associates of the Bleak Academy, will not stop until they have seen all the world ended. For they believe existence - those of us who believe that we exist, and that we would like to continue existing - is a crime against the void.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You hail from Fortitude, the region by the docks and the sea where life proceeds like the rhythm of the seasons. You're likely to be no-nonsense, and believe hard work and care can fix anything.
conversations.prefix: Fortitude Native:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're from Horizon, the region that was once the vampire Celdinar's "Night London". You're likely comfortable with ghosts, ghouls, and other such monsters, and possibly graduated from the great high School in Horizon.
conversations.prefix: Horizon Native:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're from Old Molder, the ruins of an industrial civilization that never was: factories that are being reclaimed by nature. You're probably good at making do with scarce materials, and perhaps tinkering.
conversations.prefix: Old Molder Native:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are from the Walking Fields, a great expanse of nodding grain, falling leaves, and rolling hills that surrounds the rest of Town. You're likely good at fending for yourself.
conversations.prefix: Walking Fields Native:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You do not hail from Town at all. You were fished up from the Outside, given substance again by an expedition of sailors or travellers who witnessed you and brought you back. You're probably offhandedly cool.
conversations.prefix: Immigrant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Once you were a normal child. Then one from the Bleak Academy spoke spells that stole your place in your family, and filled your eyes with night and falling stars.
conversations.prefix: Changeling-Poisoned:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You wanted to be in the Bleak Academy because you wanted power. What did you want that power for? And can you really justify it, in the face of the Bleak?
conversations.prefix: Power:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: If you studied their arts, you would have the ability to return your pain to those who gave it to you, sevenfold. So what can't you let go of, and why can't you let go?
conversations.prefix: Revenge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There is something you want to find or build, in defiance of the world. What about it attracts you so? And can you still do it, even now, with all these new commitments?
conversations.prefix: Grail:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You think that the Bleak Academy is the essence of unmaking, the font of all despair. But the Bleak Academy's teachings are subtle and worm into your reason. Can you really hang onto your loyalty to Creation?
conversations.prefix: Infiltration:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You went to the Bleak Academy as a last resort, because you couldn't fit in anywhere else. But will the Bleak Academy remake you in its image, or will you find that you cannot fit here, either?
conversations.prefix: Unrooted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You already know of the things the Bleak Academy preaches, and have already been able to think up counterarguments or results on your own time, so the Bleak Curriculum is no surprise.
conversations.prefix: Bleak Lore:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're practiced at surviving things that are trying to hurt you. Possibly situations that might otherwise be impossible to survive.
conversations.prefix: Endurance:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know of the deviant and steampunk sciences, and through them you may create machines that do strange and wondrous things.
conversations.prefix: Tinker:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're always cool, calm, and collected - even in the face of the kind of monsters whose very substance is fear and terror.
conversations.prefix: Unfazeable:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have training in a fighting or martial arts style, one that gives you the ability to not only defend yourself and attack others, but do so in an impressive and cool way.
conversations.prefix: Trained by a Master:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When you do something, you keep doing it, to excess, ad infinitum. Breaks? Those are for people that aren't you.
conversations.prefix: Obsessive:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Honestly, you're already kind of worn-out by the world, and it's hard for you to muster up the power or desperation that you might really need.
conversations.prefix: Tired:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *A starry tide is rising. Let it rise. You stand*
  
  *Before the bleak and lightless gates of a Far and a Sunless Land.*
conversations.prefix: Gates of the Bleak Academy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a tendency to overestimate what you can do. This generally results in everything crashing down around you.
conversations.prefix: Overreaching:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You don't ask people for help. Other people aren't reliable, and they won't understand what you really want, anyway.
conversations.prefix: Loner:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You don't understand lies. Or secrets. Anything you know or think is probably going to end up coming out of your mouth eventually.
conversations.prefix: Honest:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You believe everyone is, or can be, a good person. So you take everyone at their word, even if they're people you really shouldn't trust.
conversations.prefix: Trusting:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *Everything is fragments.*
  
  *A mad drive pulls you to throw yourself into the void.*
  
  *Somewhere, something hurts.*
conversations.prefix: The Deep Outside:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: His spectacles frame eyes of night and falling stars. He says that he lost his name long ago.
conversations.prefix: The Professor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: 123
conversations.prefix: test:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Maybe, if you pay attention to what's going on, you can figure out where you are?
conversations.prefix: Where Are You?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: To open the gates of the Bleak Academy, you must declare:
  
  What are you here for? And what are you willing to sacrifice?
conversations.prefix: Open the Gates:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There seems to only be one door, but depending on the sequence you enter into its combination lock, it leads to many different rooms.
conversations.prefix: Dormitories:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It should be easy enough to figure out how to get through this door... right?
conversations.prefix: The Door of the Dormitory:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A small box. It will emit a thick cloud of red smoke if you open it. Might be useful for getting away from something...?
conversations.prefix: Smoke-Box:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've got a few hours, by the clock, until the "night bell" rings. How will you spend it? And might it result in something useful?
conversations.prefix: Kill Some Time:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’ve got a few hours, by the clock, until the “night bell” rings. How will you spend it? And might it result in something useful?
conversations.prefix: Kill Some Time:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone else lived in your dormitory rooms once. Someone like you. Who were they, and what happened to them?
conversations.prefix: The Fate of your Predecessor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Bleak Academy is a sprawling university complex - but it has no maps, because mapping it is impossible.
conversations.prefix: Lay of the Land:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A graduate of the College of Natural Philosophy, she delights in causing your own logic to disprove itself.
conversations.prefix: Ismenia Esdelot:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: She can destroy anything with a wave of her hand. Even an abstract concept. And she is prepared for *anything*.
conversations.prefix: Annelise Celdinar:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: He wants someone who can bear the weight of a deep disgust for the world, and infuses likely candidates with it.
conversations.prefix: Ladislaus Perdita:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Bleak Academy lies past the end of the world.
  
  *It is the True Thing, beyond perception; it is a red world, under falling stars.*
conversations.prefix: The Bleak Academy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It stretches into the distance, doors studded irregularly along the sides... but haven't you seen that classroom number before? Does it loop back on itself?
conversations.prefix: Long Hallway:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: They use no desks, no chairs, no blackboards; all those things just get in the way of the pursuit of true enlightenment.
conversations.prefix: Tutorial Room:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They say that Amaryllis von Holtzer learned the secrets of the Bleak, and thereby turned into a song. You hold a recording of the waltz that bears his name. It may call him; but even if it does not, it is strangely recognizable...
conversations.prefix: Amaryllis Waltz:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: She works at the Methodology Building, embassy of the Academy; a ghostly apparition of her sorts papers here.
conversations.prefix: Lilianna Berathram:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Jenna Moran requests that I not say more about him.
conversations.prefix: Genseric Dace:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He is the end of all things, the hand of Death, the voice in your dreams that says:
  
  It is done. **Let go.**
conversations.prefix: The Headmaster:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The examiners are clad in billowing robes and black masks. They stand in a circle around you. Their task is to determine how best to break you.
conversations.prefix: Examination:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have been awake for a day and a half. No matter how much you try, you cannot seem to answer the questions correctly, because the answers keep shifting.
conversations.prefix: Questioning:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Thousands of pilgrims have walked this path, looking for an enlightenment that may never come.
  
  Their bodies mark the sides of the road.
conversations.prefix: The Path:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You hail from the region of Arcadia, Town's business and shopping district, between neon lights and the tracks of a high-speed train. You're a sharp storekeeper, and even sharper at bargaining.
conversations.prefix: Arcadia Native:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You made someone a promise, once. You won't break that promise... not for anything in the world.
conversations.prefix: Promise:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You don't like making choices, and you regret the choices you *do* make as soon as you make them.
conversations.prefix: Wavering:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're certain that the way you do things, and the way you are, is the Objectively Correct way to be. Anyone who disagrees is clearly misinformed, or stupid.
conversations.prefix: Self-Righteous:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If you're supposed to keep track of something, you probably already put it on a counter somewhere and then forgot about it. Or got distracted by something else.
conversations.prefix: Absent-Minded:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You were a normal human, and then a vampire turned you. Knowing Town, though, it was probably to save your life. You've likely got extraordinary strength and grace.
conversations.prefix: Vampire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're smart, and just as importantly, you pay attention. You can see what's going on. And you can figure out what's probably going to happen next.
conversations.prefix: Sharpness:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The further you dug into your studies, the more you realized that only the Bleak Academy could answer your questions. What truth is it that you seek? And is it really here?
conversations.prefix: Truth:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your presence here was not really a conscious decision on your part. One day you started receiving Academy pamphlets, and... well, it was easier just to say yes. What are you here to do, anyway? Do you really want to do it?
conversations.prefix: Fate:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A skeleton key that can open any lock - even if that lock is metaphorical, or conceptual.
conversations.prefix: Golden Key:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your fears tend to get the better of you. In the face of what you fear, you cower, terrified, and do whatever might make it go away.
conversations.prefix: Afraid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's a library, filled with books... maybe you can find one that'll help you put the pieces together.
conversations.prefix: Research Project:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Improve yourself, and maybe you will be better-equipped to face the trials that lie ahead.
conversations.prefix: Training:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A student from the College of War and Nightmare needs your help to construct a mechanism that will defy the laws of Creation.
conversations.prefix: Apprenticeship:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A pair of mirrors - if you recite an invocation to one, you can communicate with someone holding the other.
conversations.prefix: Hand-Mirrors:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Consuming one of these alchemically-preserved lizard (...?) eyes will soothe shaking muscles and rejuvenate the soul.
conversations.prefix: Jar of Eyes:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: One of the tenets of your world has been shaken. Should you rebuild it, or replace it?
conversations.prefix: Existential Crisis:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: When you look at someone, you see only their skin. The cure for this is to viscerally understand what lies underneath.
conversations.prefix: Corpse Meditation:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're good at what you do - but you want to be better. Why is it that you want to do better? And why did you decide to pursue this at the Bleak Academy?
conversations.prefix: The Next Level:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The people here understand you. They are your people. And yet, you know that your duty is eventually to leave this place and spread the Bleak Academy's teachings. Is it really for the best, though...?
conversations.prefix: Kin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jade Irinka must be restrained; and thus many, many chains have been anchored in various places across the school grounds. They require constant attention.
conversations.prefix: The Chains:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Many, many chains pass through the bars of a golden cage on their way to Jade Irinka's restraints. From here, you could almost touch her.
conversations.prefix: The Cage of Gold:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: She was the Angel of the Houses of the Sun, once. Even now, she retains a terrible, ferocious beauty; to look at her is to stare into the high-noon sun itself.
conversations.prefix: Jade Irinka:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Jade Irinka is impossible to imprison, and yet she is held here. The chains that bind her must constantly be repaired.
conversations.prefix: Maintenance:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Part of your duties is to come up with ways to improve Jade's restraints. And, really, if you do this, you'll know more about their design than anyone else does.
conversations.prefix: Invention:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are from one of the many and varied regions of Town; and even in this world you still carry traces of your old nature with you.
conversations.prefix: Town Native:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have been at the Bleak Academy for a long time. You may even have left, on assignments, or to pursue your own dreams. But now you are back, to peer ever deeper into the nature of the True Thing.
conversations.prefix: Postgrad:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have chosen to seek the true nature of existence, and of the far and sunless land; and here you learn how to make existence conform to your demands.
conversations.prefix: Student of Natural Philosophy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have chosen to join those who, like you, wish to build something that cannot exist within the world. Here you learn how to distill or strip existence, to that end.
conversations.prefix: Student of War and Nightmare:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have chosen to attend the highest and most demanding college of the Academy; here you study moral theory, to prepare for directly dismantling Existence itself.
conversations.prefix: Student of Emptiness and Dream:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As a graduate of the College of War and Nightmare, you are equipped to build, or bring about, the future that you desire; and you care not whom it hurts.
conversations.prefix: Warmain:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have chosen to study the ties that bind people to the conception of existence, in hopes of one day breaking them once and for all.
conversations.prefix: Student of the Colloquium:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some know you as a "Deceiver"; but what you really do is twist the lie of Existence upon itself, and then point out the contradictions. To this end, you carry a sort of narrative with you, to use in place of Creation's.
conversations.prefix: Philosopher:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: As a graduate of Emptiness and Dream, there is something about creation that you find inherently repulsive; and you plot to bring about its destruction even as it could be your undoing.
conversations.prefix: Magister/Strategist:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As a graduate of the Colloquium, your passion, and your job, is to help tear the false beliefs from others' eyes; and to do that you wear a thin cloak of stolen existence (the "mimic") as your shield and your weapon.
conversations.prefix: Examiner:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Because the world is a lie, you impose your own set of rules upon the world around you. This mythos makes you (say) a stage presence, or a shadow, or a truth-teller... even if that's technically impossible.
conversations.prefix: Lie of the World:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You cultivate hatred for the world, and then unleash it as pure essence of destruction.
conversations.prefix: World-Breaker's Hand:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You hate something, but it isn't a kind of detached hate. It's the kind of hate that glues you to a horrifying news report, or an Internet argument. Even though everything about it repulses you, you partake anyway.
conversations.prefix: Hatred:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Bleak Academy may hate creation, but you have a vendetta with something rather more specific in it. In anything that might help you pursue that ultimate aim, you are unstoppable.
conversations.prefix: Ultimate Aim:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There is a sort of genre convention that you carry around with you, somehow; perhaps you always have a sharp sword near at hand, or your words are so passionate that they will convince any listener.
conversations.prefix: Teller of Stories:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You talk to *convince*. Those who listen to you follow you. Those who don't listen to you tend to find themselves listening to you soon enough.
conversations.prefix: Charisma:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The chains of Lead leach Jade's power and drive it deep into the ground.
conversations.prefix: Lead:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There are seven divisions of the keepers of Jade Irinka's chains. Perhaps one of them might have the key to a problem that has stumped you...?
conversations.prefix: Collaboration:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The chains of Quicksilver dull the mind of Jade Irinka.
conversations.prefix: Quicksilver:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The chains of Tin cut Jade Irinka off from her knowledge of the world beyond.
conversations.prefix: Tin:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The chains of Iron are the ones that keep the Academy's captive physically bound.
conversations.prefix: Iron:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have found another division of the Keepers of the Sun. What will you say, at this meeting?
conversations.prefix: Fellows:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The chains of Silver cut off that part of Jade Irinka's nature that holds her immortality.
conversations.prefix: Silver:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The chains of Copper restrain and choke Jade Irinka's emotions.
conversations.prefix: Copper:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Gold is not a set of chains; it is the cage that unifies them and makes sure that her restraints do not nullify each other.
conversations.prefix: Gold:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Since you've got the stage, you should say something!
  
  ...but what is there to say?
conversations.prefix: Improptu Speech:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You arrived at the Bleak Academy weeks - or days - ago. It is too soon to send you to one of the other colleges, by the old standards. But times have changed. You're being sent anyway.
conversations.prefix: Newly Inducted:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There's a context that everyone here has - except you. You have no idea what you're doing. You don't understand what other people are saying. It all sounds like Zen koans to you.
conversations.prefix: Confused:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You knew the world was Wrong. You wanted to make it Right - and if that meant destroying it, fine. What about it so disgusts you? Why can't you turn your back on it?
conversations.prefix: Purity:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have a strange weakness or allergy - perhaps you cannot bear the name of the Creator, or you must not touch a human's flesh because it would burn both of you...
conversations.prefix: Binding:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone has bound you to their service. They let you run your own life - most of the time. But they will step in if they need you, or feel your usefulness is threatened. Even if you think they shouldn't.
conversations.prefix: Chained:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A piece of chain about a meter long, left over from the construction of the Iron Chain. Even in this reduced form, it can stop any blade and negate the strength of the greatest fighters.
conversations.prefix: Iron Chain Fragment:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can't handle the notion of going back to the World. Not after spending so long here. You're sorting papers instead of working in the field, and it's all because you're... afraid? Of what?
conversations.prefix: To Hide:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are trained as a weapon against miracles and magic. You understand how to identify the signs and telltales of their presence, and you understand how to evade and destroy them.
conversations.prefix: Combat Sorceror:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know what other people want, but you don't even know what you yourself want. (And you need to know that, before you can pursue it.) It's time to introspect a little.
conversations.prefix: Differentiation:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can't let go of everything. There's still something you feel is Real, even after all these Bleak teachings. Something you can't stop believing is worthwhile. It terrifies you.
conversations.prefix: Remnant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've seen the Academy's works, the truth of their speech, and it has changed you. Every step against the current seems more difficult to take. But you know what they want, and you will deny it to them. How?
conversations.prefix: Sabotage:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've done well for Tottanica Chervil; he owes you a favor. Play this and he'll show up... but it'll be your responsibility to make sure his actions are productive.
conversations.prefix: A Favor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your head says one thing. Your heart says quite another. You'll have to make a decision, eventually... or be forced into making one.
conversations.prefix: Indecision:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A Colloquium instructor. Her voice is clear and her faith - for what she has is faith, not logic - is unshakeable.
conversations.prefix: Hatharis Tevenot:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ex-examiner, now of Copper. He values self-control; power is of no use if it cannot be directed.
conversations.prefix: Dotho Paykenalle:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: An ex-Magister, they have decided that their talents are of better use as a Keeper, of the Chains of Tin.
conversations.prefix: Locrian Marja:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: An ex-Examiner now maintaining the chains of Lead, he feels intrinsically trustworthy.
conversations.prefix: Petrence Malagria:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're doing this out of a sense of obligation. Your heart's not in it. Is this really what you want to be doing, though...?
conversations.prefix: Obligation:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A dark wooden table, inlaid with traceries of mother-of-pearl. Chairs, black leather. The room is lit with oil lamps. You smell ink, and char.
conversations.prefix: Admin Office:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: For those of you who came from the previous game -
  
  What have you done, in the past year?
conversations.prefix: Catching Up:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You'll have to figure out what to do, and how, amongst yourselves.
conversations.prefix: Wait, What?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: How are the chains doing, anyway?
conversations.prefix: Inspection:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: To work on the chains, you have to strap in and haul yourself up. Enjoy...?
conversations.prefix: Harness-work:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A former Warmain, Diamant now heads the Silver division of the Keepers of the Sun.
conversations.prefix: Diamant Iston:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Glass-topped tables, chairs, a small room with a futon and a washbasin, a closet. Likely this is a hastily repurposed living space.
conversations.prefix: Project Office:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tell us the story of how you came here. Tell us the story of what it is you came to the Bleak Academy to find.
conversations.prefix: Backstory:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A condescending ex-Magister who heads the department of Gold. He knows how to take advantage of Bleak bureaucracy.
conversations.prefix: Tekhor Taxovin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The ex-Philosopher in charge of the Chains of Quicksilver, she draws you into traps of wit.
conversations.prefix: Visvaldas Asynia:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: An ex-Warmain, now maintainer of the Chains of Lead. A third eye on his forehead opens to night and falling stars.
conversations.prefix: Leolin Khorinde:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Examiner in charge of the Bleak Academy's stables, she is a woman of few words.
conversations.prefix: Eustacia Rillian Chandry:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Deep in the stacks, between ancient blasphemy and eldritch tome, you may yet find the answer you seek...
conversations.prefix: Library:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're reading some books, looking for anything that sounds useful.
conversations.prefix: Book-Work:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's more to this picture...
conversations.prefix: Investigations:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're a stubborn cuss, nigh-impossible to keep down. Failure encourages you to redouble your efforts and come back stronger.
conversations.prefix: Grit:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Circumstances seem to want to catch you flat-footed, but you’ve got the chops to act surprised when you’re not, and the chops to do it in reverse.
conversations.prefix: Amphibian Out of Water:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The nature of whatever is being chained is distracting to you. Not just because of its brightness, but also what it reminds you of. You can't focus as well like this.
conversations.prefix: Distracted:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have a good eye for things that are interesting or out of place, be they tracks, trinkets, broken fragments or other items of interest.
conversations.prefix: Keen Eye:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Honestly, you’re already kind of worn-out by the world, and it’s hard for you to muster up the power or desperation that you might really need.
  
  ...Or the sense of time required for punctuality.
conversations.prefix: Tired:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cneitho's been around a long time. He raided and made war on the World before it drowned in the Outside. It left him with a diverse skillset and a complicated perspective on the worth of things Real.
conversations.prefix: Veteran:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know what Love is, have experienced it for yourself, and you know the joy it can bring. But perhaps your view of it is somewhat romanticized.
conversations.prefix: Sentiment:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're well-known enough for being one to look deep into all forms of magic.
conversations.prefix: Esoteric Researcher:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are familiar with this person and understand how best to approach them without raising suspicion.
conversations.prefix: Familiarity:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Morcant is never as stoic, aloof, or unconcerned as he presents himself to be.
  
  His emotional reactions are hair-trigger, and 'don't look vulnerable' is a prominent motivation in his behavior.
conversations.prefix: False Front:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're made out of these, and you study how to make these work to your advantage.
  
  Maybe you're not quite meant to tell these people one, but then again any self-ascribed meaning is ambiguous at best.
conversations.prefix: A Gift For Stories:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You think friends are important and you should spend time with them as often as you can.
conversations.prefix: Friendship!: