conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Somewhere in a forgotten part of the Appalachian valley lies Avery county and at its heart, the town of Bannerton. They say no one comes to Bannerton on purpose, and certainly the number of people who get lost on the country roads and end up there lend credence to that theory. But something about the place unnerves those lost travelers. It's the feeling of eyes on your back as you hike the misty Blue Ridge trails. It's the screeching in the woods at night that the locals seem to sleep through peacefully. It's the ghost stories with more fact than fiction. It's the locals who learned to be superstitious the hard way. It's blessing hearts and strychnine in the sweet tea. It's cold, thin mountain air in your lungs and the hair standing up on the back of your neck. Welcome to Banneron, here's hoping you get to leave alive.  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bannerton is the part of Avery county that one or two folk might actually recognize the name of. It sprung up out of a desire to latch on to the tourist boom that many other surrounding cities had taken advantage of. However, because of the treacherous roads it quickly failed. Now, the tourist trap attractions and gift shops are abandoned or replaced by a meager selection of stores.  
conversations.prefix: Bannerton :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: According records, the first church ever built within county limits was situated at the crossing of two of the old common roads. However, no one really knows where the old common roads are anymore, having been reclaimed by the forest after they fell into disuse. No one who has set out to look for the church has ever found it, but several locals and hiking tourists claim to have stumbled upon an old dirt road suddenly when they had become lost. After following the mysterious road for some time, they all came upon the ruins of a church, washed gray and rotting with only flakes of white paint remaining. Those who have found the church say the ruins have a foreboding feeling, as if it's darkened windows were eyes looking down upon you and judging without remorse. 
conversations.prefix: Crossroads Church:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are a tourist, a hiker, or perhaps just lost on the back country roads. Whatever the case, you are not from here and everyone in Bannerton knows it. 
conversations.prefix: Outsider:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are one of the faces everyone knows. You can't walk down the street without people asking about your husband. Perhaps you are the only Doctor left in town, a Town Councilman, or the owner of the only factory in town supplying people with jobs. Whatever the case, for better or worse, you have influence in the town and everyone knows it. 
conversations.prefix: Big Fish in a Small Pond:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have been playing the game since you were helping your mother bake blue ribbon brownies to win the county fair. You can bless hearts with the best of them and serve a back handed compliment  like a knife in the gut. You clawed your way up the social ladder and have no interest in coming back down. So what if you don't love your husband? Do you love your piggy bank?
conversations.prefix: Somebody's Wife:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your great great great some odd grandmother had the good sense to put half her husband's checks into investments way back when. Or maybe they were slave owners. Probably the latter. But whatever the reason you now have monetary means that many in the region don't and never will have. 
conversations.prefix: Old Money:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's been this way for generations and no one can even really remember where it started anymore. Some one somewhere along the line spit on a church yard, or whistled after dark, or spilled salt at a wedding. But whatever the cause, you and all your family have been cursed for generations leaving you with the worst luck in the world. 
conversations.prefix: Family Curse:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The deceased loaned a hefty sum of money to you to help you start up your business. It was a quiet thing, under the table. What happens now?
conversations.prefix: Debts Paid:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are one of the few people who managed to set up shop and stay there in Bannerton. Perhaps you run a Bed and Breakfast, or the convenience store, the gas station, or small fruit stand. You make enough to get by on, but the real reward is getting to do what you love. 
conversations.prefix: Local Business Owner:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You grew up in these mountains and along the way they grew into you a little too. You can find your way through even the densest neck of the woods and know every road in town. 
conversations.prefix: Lay of the Land:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You don't go over there. You don't talk to them. You don't even look down the street they live on. They hate you. And they can make your life a lot harder, especially if one of them happens to run a business you need or lives in a part of town you need to get to. 
conversations.prefix: Hatfields and McCoys:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know seventeen uses for that weed you're grandson just stepped on. You've seen more than your fair share of births and deaths, most of the former you facilitated and only some of the latter. You can predict the weather from a cloud, and whistle up a wind. You see omens and signs in the trees and birds. The mountains have told you there secrets and you have listened well.
conversations.prefix: Granny Woman:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were struck by lightning and you lived. And ever since you've been different. You've been in car accidents three times and come out without a scratch. Or you can see lies and hear secrets. Or your dreams are prophetic. Or your hands are healing. You possess some small wonderful gift, whatever it might be. Use it wisely.    
conversations.prefix: Gifted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your parents were bankrupt by the time you were barely old enough to stand. Or you yourself went into massive debt going to an out of state college. Or maybe you're just awful with money. However it happened, you're flat broke and the bills are piling up and there's no sign of getting out.  
conversations.prefix: Impoverished:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: blah
conversations.prefix: blah:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One of the old hiking trails that weave through the dense Appalachian wilderness around Bannerton is littered with ruined abandoned cabins formerly rented out to tourists. The main attraction of the trail was the clubhouse at the  summit. Wonderland club must have been quite a site in its day, but now left to decay it has rotted to a frightening gray husk. Urban legends abound about it now being used by witches for their Satanic rituals. And who knows, maybe they're right. 
conversations.prefix: Wonderland Club:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It looms over you. An impossibly tall human frame, emaciated thin save for a swollen gut. Its bones can be seen rippiling beneath pale ashy skin. Matted fur hangs in long locks from its body, swaying in the draft of it's wheezing breath each inhale and exhale sounds like it could be it's last. The smell of rotting flesh is overwhelming. You trace your eyes up and up and up and find that its long knobbly neck terminates in a tangle of gnarled antlers. Its bone white skull face is frozen in a permanent toothy smile. It turns its deep dark socket eyes upon you.      
conversations.prefix: Old Scratch:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know what they whisper about you behind your back. You heard it from the crows. It doesn't bother you none. You have been practicing the craft passed to you by your family since you were old enough to light a candle. You've seen the truth in your cards anyway: Ace of Spades. They fear you. And you welcome it. 
conversations.prefix: Witch:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bless your heart. You have a way about you, a certain air that has everyone turning heads when you enter a room. Jovial and always the center of attention, you know how to worm your way into people's minds, if not their hearts.
conversations.prefix: Southern Charm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're not really afraid of the dark, just what could be waiting right past the edge of your lamplight. You stay on the beaten path not for fear of what is, but simply what might be. 
conversations.prefix: Fear of the Unknown:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The bones are greasy and yellowed, and though they should feel weightless and fragile, it has a strange heft to it as you lift it in your hand. There is a feeling in the air, like static accompanied by the metallic tang of ozone. 
conversations.prefix: The Toad Bone:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can tussle with the best of them and come out on top. You've been in more bar fights than you've had drinks at bars. You can throw a punch that'll have their grandkid's ears ringing. 
conversations.prefix: Whoopin':
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were a sickly child, they said. You'll grow out of it one day. But you didn't. Your body just can't do what other people seems to do with ease. You get sick so often you stopped bothering with doctor's visits. Running is taxing. And food just doesn't seem to stick on your bones, leaving you looking as fragile as you often feel. 
conversations.prefix: Frail:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's a rusty chain link fence surrounding it, pried up in sections where former curious passerby had decided to find out what lay beyond. What they found was a small pond, no more than 15 yards across at it's widest point, almost perfectly circular. In the day, the water is a rich beautiful blue, and at night a navy so dark it's almost black. Everything around is quiet, nothing but the rustling of trees in the wind. Yet the surface of the water remains undisturbed, without ripple. As if the wind itself fears its touch. 
conversations.prefix: The Blue Hole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Before there was Bannerton there was Butler. It was a meager town with hardy residents situated at the crux of two major rivers. The TVA soon bought out the spot as it would make a perfect dam. However, in order to construct it, the townspeople would have to be relocated so that the town could be flooded. Most left and formed what is now Bannerton. Those who didn't leave are said to still be living in old Butler deep below the water's surface.   
conversations.prefix: Old Butler Lake:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A mountain lion the size of a bear steps across the cold mountain stone. The only sound it's steps create is the raking screech of it's claws against the rock. It's lithe body slinks elegantly, thick muscles writhing under velvet black fur. It's face is a curious mix of sleek feline features and expressive human like eyes. When it speaks, it is the low growl of fierce animal intermingled with a rich feminine baritone.  
conversations.prefix: The Wampus Cat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were born in this town and in all likelihood you're grave will be in the family plot out behind your uncle's acre. Though you may not be renown, you know practically everything about the town. You know the best diner, the local gossip about the Mayor's affair, and all the local traditions and legends. And there are benefits to blending in, especially if you really don't want to be found.  
conversations.prefix: Towny:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a keen awareness of the unseen and the unnatural. You have tried so long to control it, to silence their cries with medication, therapy, meditation you've tried it all. But no matter what you can still feel them just beyond the edges of your perception and what you may not realize is, they can feel you as well.
conversations.prefix: Susceptible:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've always had a big heart. It's lead to you being a confidant and mediator many times in your life. You can easily put yourself in the shoes of others. 
conversations.prefix: Empathetic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know the names of all seven of the deputies kids. Not because you care, but more just because there's not much else to talk about when you get thrown in the cell at 3 am for an overnight. You're what people call a "problem child" and people bless your mother for having to put up with you. But maybe you've got your reasons for the vandalism, for the bar fights, for sleeping with the preacher's son. Did anyone ever think to ask?
conversations.prefix: Rascal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's not that strange right? there are tons of spots in the forest where the trees don't grow. In a perfect circle. With the deep dark smell of old earth permeating the air and not a sound around. No bird song or cicada hum. Just the most intense feeling that you are unwelcome. 
conversations.prefix: The Devil's Tramping Ground:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Inky black and just as fluid, sliding and gliding across the ground. Where the length of its body touches, plants wither and rocks pucker and crack, mold blooms and the smell of earth and decay is overpowering. Though you stare at it a few yards in front of you, it's mouth agape and needle fangs protruding, it's voice comes as a whisper just behind you. 
conversations.prefix: The Serpent:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Without a gifted eye it may appear as a strange gathering of moss and mushrooms or a fern that sways in an unseen wind. But to those who have The Sight the deep untouched backwoods come alive with the pale blank faces of the the wights, those spirits that inhabit the the land itself.   
conversations.prefix: Vaettir:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Hopeful and assured. You have a concrete foundation of faith in a deity or ideal that makes you nearly unshakable in the face of adversity. You know deep down that everything's going to be alright if you just keep the faith. And maybe sometimes that's enough to keep the dark out. 
conversations.prefix: Faith:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When you were young you dreamed of leaving this place. To get out of the mountains and get the mountains out of you. But not too long after you finally burned those bridges, you found yourself having to tiptoe carefully back across their burned precarious ruins. It's not a return, just a temporary step back.  
conversations.prefix: Prodigal Son:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The town's Sheriff of many years. He claims that  under his protection crime in the town has reduced by over half, though 50 percent less vicious cow tippings and illicit barn affairs by teens doesn't seems like that much of an accomplishment. Despite his often questionable use of his authority, he has managed to win re-election after re-election, as no one has ever dared to oppose him.  
conversations.prefix: Sheriff Randall Halstead:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Son of the town sheriff and husband to Josephine, Carson leads a life torn between his desire to support his wife and to make his father proud. He works as foreman and lead of the Riverside Mills textiles factory. 
conversations.prefix: Carson R. Halstead:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A nurse by trade, she works in the hospital in a nearby city. She is also frequently found working or leisuring in Linny's Cafe. Seemingly she is a very close friend to Emmeline Peters. 
conversations.prefix: Alice Moore:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Emmeline Peters' restaurant-cum-used-bookstore, Linny’s Cafe, opened in 2010. Here you’re promised the best cup of tea this side of the pond, a prophetic statement from Allen the truck driver who frequents the front booth, and a possible ghost sighting of the Lady in Blue.
conversations.prefix: Linny's :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: He's rough around the edges and not what you might describe as "approachable". His route brings him through Bannerton where he usually stops off to park himself in the front booth of Linny's cafe to read and eat for a few hours a couple days a week. He's not known for being talkative, but when he does speak up it's usually advice you'd be remiss not to listen to. 
conversations.prefix: Alan the Truck Driver:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A steaming hot cup of the best coffee around.
conversations.prefix: Cup of Coffee:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One of the many books from the shelves that line the walls of the cafe. It has that lovely old book smell.
conversations.prefix: Used Books:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The church bell across the street is ringing without end. That can only mean one thing. Investigate who died. 
conversations.prefix: Who Died?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Something's not quite right, the signs are all there. 
conversations.prefix: Omen:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Owner of the largest cotton farm in the town, Stephen Stewart and his family are well known as being one of the richest families in the county. They are also well known for their generosity and philanthropy, often donating money to help fund town events ad pitching in to help ends meet. 
conversations.prefix: Stephen Stewart:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Wife of Stephen Stewart. She has been an active member of the community since she was little. She has a knack for getting involved in everything that goes on in the town, a knack which can rub people the wrong way sometimes. Sweet, and more than a bit neurotic. People often say she's like medicine, good for you but bad in large doses. 
conversations.prefix: Kara Stewart:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Son of Stephen Stewart.
conversations.prefix: Alan Stewart:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Daughter of Stephen Stewart.
conversations.prefix: Elizabeth Stewart:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have decide to stop in at the only decent place to get a cup of tea or coffee and some peace and quiet from your troubles. Linny's Cafe.  
conversations.prefix: I could use a cup of coffee.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have been taking care of yourself since you can remember. You tied your own braids and cooked your own meals. This has led to an astounding sense of self-sufficiency and a wide range of knowledge from how to take care of your own colds to how to fix minor plumbing issues.
conversations.prefix: Self Reliant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've heard it whispered over and over behind your back. "There's just something ain't right about that one...bless his heart." You've tried to fight it, but you can't. People just tend to shy away from you, fearful of the feeling they can't quite place. 
conversations.prefix: Ain't Quite Right:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Something happened in your past, and it was no small tragedy. The problem is now, even years and years later, even if you've moved on you're constantly reminded by the pitying stares of those around you. You have trouble getting people to look past your tragic past and take you seriously.
conversations.prefix: Bless Your Heart:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bless your heart. You've got that air about you that makes people look your direction. You know how to carry a conversation and dominate the social spotlight. Whether they like it or not, you know how to worm your way into people's minds, if not their hearts.
conversations.prefix: Southern Charm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You, for whatever reason, have always been sensitive to the powers that be. It's all too easy for you to become overwhelmed or worse, overtaken. Even though you try to hide it behind sharp wit and a hardy demeanor, your mind is frail.
conversations.prefix: Susceptibility:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Having always done what she's been told or what was expected of her, deep down Josie wants to hold her own and to carve her own path. 
  Who is she? What is she meant to be? These are her driving forces.
conversations.prefix: Finding Purpose:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A funny hunch; a feeling in the bones; an itch on the spine. You have an extraordinary ability to spot stressful or dangerous events before they occur.
conversations.prefix: Writing on the Wall:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're known to have your head in the clouds, even when it should be down on earth. When this happens, your thoughts are aimless and tend to leap from one idea to the next.
conversations.prefix: Woolgathering:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Her goals are simplistic, but she has a hard time  reaching them, whether they be paying electric bills, a restaurant that needs a new HVAC system, or the ever-present worry that Alice will decide that this simple life isn't enough for her.
conversations.prefix: Worrywart:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Family isn't always about blood. It's about the people in your life who want you in theirs. Whether you grew up together or met in college, you have unshakable ties with a well known person or prominent family in town and you are considered no stranger under their roof.
conversations.prefix: Family Friend:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You always told them that if they ever needed you, all they had to do was ask. Now was one of those times. With a packed suitcase in one hand and a bus ticket in the other, you head out the door, unsure of how long you would be gone. 
conversations.prefix: Sudden Return:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If you could just find a way to prove yourself. If you could only find some way to wash away your imperfection, some miraculous wind that could blow away the dark cloud that seems to linger around you. 
conversations.prefix: Sympathy for the Devil:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Somewhere along the line, you died. While most spirits have no problem in passing on, something seems to be holding you back.
conversations.prefix: Ghost:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Trapped between life and death, you still exist. You can't move on, but at the same time, you cannot exactly lead a normal life. Without your past memories, it is really hard to piece together what's next for you. 
conversations.prefix: Trapped:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: For decades your ancestors have worshiped and held contracts with demons, but with some stroke of luck never had to fulfill their end of the bargain. Now, the unpaid dues left by your family must be paid in full. Somehow or another, you must complete the contract, or find a way to void it completely.
conversations.prefix: Devil's Due:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You got the girl, but not her heart. You got the job, but not the respect. You're always just a few steps behind where you need to be, no matter how much you try to keep up. 
conversations.prefix: Hindrance:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: "If his lips are movin', he's lyin'." 
  He's always been a smooth-talker with a permanent quirk to the lips, but he often has a hard time keeping up with the lies (and the money he owes). This flaw frequently leads him (and his loved ones) to trouble. 
conversations.prefix: Liar, Liar:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: That closet full of skeletons needs a new lock on it. Someone who he thought he paid off long ago has come back for seconds. He has to pay them back -- no matter who he hurts to make that happen.
conversations.prefix: Oh, Sinner Man:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: They say people aren't always going to be there for you, so you've got to learn to rely on yourself. You've heard it more times than you can count. Constantly being attached to others isn't a necessity  and you can make your own decisions, it can just be tough sometimes. You often find yourself seeking guidance from a friend, relative, or mentor.
conversations.prefix: Reliance:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He'd been gone longer than he said he would and no matter how many times you called, he never picked up. You've gone longer without seeing or even speaking to each other, but what kind of brother would you be if you didn't support your siblings in their times of need? After some digging, you finally found out where he had gone, so now it was your turn to head to his last destination.
conversations.prefix: Brotherly Love: