conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ## *"Ware your soldiers, General... for even the rudest wields a spear."* ##
  *-- The sage Aldoon to Ellian Hard-Heart, field commander of the first Ril Dyaran invasion of Leikonsir. Three months into the campaign, the General was betrayed by his troops to the Leikons, who executed him for war crimes committed at the fall of Bursann.*
  
  ---
  
  **The original *[World in Sunder](https://sites.google.com/site/aworldinsunder)* story**
  
  The land of Ril Dyara lies divided. After decades of wanton, imperialist kings and ill-starred wars with the peaceable realms of the south, the once-prosperous kingdom shudders under the iron march of two opposing forces: the royalist Halberds, loyal to the recently vacated throne, and the rebel Pikestaffs, seeking the overthrow of the war-mongering monarchy. 
  
  It is the onset of a tumultuous time, never before seen from the time-lost days of the Dawning. A time of distrust and danger, flags and foemen, when it is all too easy for bonds of blood and water to be tested -- and sometimes broken. 
  
  Across Ril Dyara, men and women have flocked to answer the calls to arms, in accordance with their interests and beliefs. Some are idealists, dreaming of a land at peace. Others are opportunists, grubbing for gold and glory in the chaos. Still others hold to bosom reasons of their own: promises made, desires unmet, death wishes even. 
  
  But no matter their nature, all will do their bit for the destiny of their nation. 
  
  So will a small band of would-be Pikestaff recruits who find themselves on the Great Eastern Road to Clath Slye, fortress city and seat of the rebel government. They hail from many a walk of life, and aspire to many a reward for their oath, and have come together for protection against the brigands and Halberd press-gangs that rove the land in the wake of the civil war. 
  
  Only these volunteers are about to get swept up in the battle for Ril Dyara far sooner, and far deeper, than any of them could have imagined... 
  
  *...and just as in any battle, the choices of a few may well decide the fates of many.*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Like the bill that unhorses a foe to allow others the killing blow, your lot in life is to aid those you walk with. You are a helpmeet; an invaluable hand in dark times. 
conversations.prefix: Billhook:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Like the vaunted arm of the realm's elite warriors, you meet life's trials head-on, punching through all obstacles at a gallop. You are an indomitable spirit; a leader and a paragon. 
conversations.prefix: Lance:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Like a tree in the steel forest that safeguards the formation from attack, you are a bastion; a patient, unyielding force, bolstering and defending by your very presence alone. 
conversations.prefix: Pike:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Like the versatile glaive, well suited for attack and defense both, you tread the middle ground in all things -- and draw strength from both sides of the line. You are an itinerant on the road of life. 
conversations.prefix: Glaive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Chaos is the smith's fire that forges names, reputations and legends. Your hammer and tongs stand ready. 
conversations.prefix: Make Your Mark:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Blood is not the only thing that flows freely in times of strife. So does gold -- and you will drink your fill of it.
conversations.prefix: Make Your Pile:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tragedy, regret, or despair has driven you into the arms of the war. Whether it is redemption or closure you seek, you must have it ere your end. 
conversations.prefix: Make Amends:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Justice is a passing dream in the turbulence of a civil war. You were wronged -- and you will not rest until the scales are balanced by your own hand. 
conversations.prefix: Make Them Pay:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You served in the Ril Dyaran army once, before all this. You know your way around a weapon, and you know some of the ways of the royalist military. 
conversations.prefix: Reforged Halberd:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For whatever reason, your name, face, or both are known to the Halberd authorities. This chapter of your past has an unpleasant habit of catching up with you at the wrong times.   
conversations.prefix: Marked Man:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were born into a life of comparative ease. The rigors of travel, mortal combat, and the travails one must face in a land at war wear heavily on you. 
conversations.prefix: Scion:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: History is made by men -- and women -- of action. Which is why *you* are not likely to.
conversations.prefix: Indecisive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Fools may rush in, but only *great* fools rush in blindfolded. Not that it matters to you -- someone's got to do *something,* right?
conversations.prefix: Impetuous:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Through birth, chance or circumstance, you are privy to the workings of people in high places. This gives you an edge in dealing with the 'betters'.
conversations.prefix: Political Savvy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have had the fortune of attending an athenaeum of the realm in better days, where you honed and broadened your mind under the tutelage of sages and scholars. 
conversations.prefix: Erudite:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a good heart and noble -- and it aches at the suffering the war has begotten. Your humanity touches people who have come to expect only death and desolation. 
conversations.prefix: Compassionate:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The highway that connects the eastern market city of Clath Slye with the rest of the kingdom. Once well-patrolled by royal forces, the war has left it a vast open artery, oft menaced by its former protectors as well as raiders who prey on both sides of the conflict. 
  
  Pikestaff patrols continue to strive valiantly to keep this vital trade route to their capital as safe as possible.
conversations.prefix: Great Eastern Road:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You wish to be a Pikestaff? *These* are the people you will be fighting for. Is there anything you can -- or want to -- do to help these poor displaced souls?
conversations.prefix: Lend a Hand:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Clath Slye is yet weeks away, and progress is slowed by the need for vigilance. The trek -- to say nothing of coordination against any threats that may beckon -- *might* be made easier if you all knew something about each other, beyond faces and first impressions.
conversations.prefix: Strength in Numbers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They are a bedraggled lot: filthy, bleary, desperately clutching children and pushing waggons of hurriedly salvaged possessions. There are dozens of them. Where did they come from? What happened? It would be wise to find out before going any further.
conversations.prefix: Refugee Train (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: They are a bedraggled lot: filthy, bleary, desperately clutching children and pushing waggons of hurriedly salvaged possessions. There are dozens of them. Where did they come from? What happened? It would be wise to find out before going any further.
conversations.prefix: Refugee Train (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They are a bedraggled lot: filthy, bleary, desperately clutching children and pushing waggons of hurriedly salvaged possessions. There are dozens of them. Where did they come from? What happened? It would be wise to find out before going any further.
conversations.prefix: Refugee Train:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The man is clearly a royal courier, him and his mount bearing the Halberd colors -- and neither long dead, by the look. He may have been carrying something of value to you, or to the cause you have chosen to cleave to.
conversations.prefix: The Dead Messenger:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The reclusive head of House Croy, rulers of the northern fief of Cyn Dun -- and now, king-elect. An older man, noble of mien and gentle of speech, traveling in the guise of a pilgrim.
conversations.prefix: Duke Aderelan Croy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lord Croy's squire, now equerry to the newly elected king. A striking young man with a watchful gaze, fiercely loyal to his master.
conversations.prefix: Gerold:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Folstad children: 14-year old Kaden and 10-year old Hasst. 
  
  *May be used in moves to represent either child, or given to another player to signify custody of the boys.*
  
  *Do not rewrite this asset.*
conversations.prefix: Kaden and Hasst:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The secrets of a scheming, *late* Halberd centurion.
  
  *Use to concoct a piece of inside info on the Halberd army and/or its politics.*
  
  *You may only use **one*** *of these cards per scene. Do not rewrite this asset.*
conversations.prefix: A Dangerous Thing:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A reminder of what you survived -- arrowheads, once destined for your flesh, strung on a chain.
  
  *May also count as a **Strength*** *-- but only **once** per scene.*
  
  *Do not give away or rewrite this asset.*
conversations.prefix: Broken Arrows:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This war will not be fought only by the so-called 'lessers'. Not if *you* have a say in it. 
  
  You'll show the world that the 'betters' in it are the ones who work to *make it better.*
conversations.prefix: To Act Like One:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The land giveth, the land taketh away... and through it all, you grow and thrive.
  
  *May be used in moves or rewritten to represent a commoner's repertoire of local knowledge and skills.*
conversations.prefix: Salt of the Earth:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Long live the King -- for Ril Dyara has one again! Only there are two things. 
  
  One, *you* appear to be the first outside of the Halberds' uppermost echelons to know this. 
  
  And two, *His Majesty* is within reach... and whosoever controls the King *controls the war.*
  
  What's to be done?
conversations.prefix: A Fork in the Road:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A formidable Halberd captain -- and now, your captor.
  
  This is, if hearsay is to be believed, one of only *two* knights who braved a firestorm at the siege of Bursann to rescue the charred corpse of the old king. A gods-damned *war hero.*
  
  After what you've done... you'd best start explaining yourselves, and *well.*
conversations.prefix: Sir Castan Tay:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A feared Halberd agent and inquisitor. Rumor links her with a dozen of the realm's noble houses, yet none have ever glimpsed her face or sought out her true name -- nor would any sane person, for fear of the consequences.
conversations.prefix: Marquise of Talons:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What's that about keeping your friends close, and your enemies closer?
  
  If it's true, then you have neither. But you'd like *one* part of that to change... wouldn't you?
conversations.prefix: I Am A Rock:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Anyone not involved in the search would be well-advised to keep a lookout. The night went well... but that is past.
conversations.prefix: Keep Watch:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One of many patches of dense forest along the Great Eastern Road. Some of these woods  are rumored to host the hidden camps of outlaws and highwaymen.
conversations.prefix: Roadside Woods:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A village in central Ril Dyara, known as the last stop before the Forks: a treacherous region of riverlands that hinders passage to the capital from eastern Ril Dyara.
conversations.prefix: Arn Vas:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The king-elect must be somewhere in this village. But *where?* Only one way to find out. *Someone* must know *somebody* who came into town only recently -- and be willing to *share* that information.
conversations.prefix: On the Purple Trail:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A proper hearth-fire, a fortifying mug of ale, food that doesn't look and taste like squirreled-away table scraps -- it feels like (and probably has been) weeks since you've had the simple comforts of civilization. Salve the toils of the road while you can.
conversations.prefix: Creature Comforts:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They might number only three, but their battle-dress is more befitting of army regulars than a mere village watch. Clearly, the war has taken pragmatism in Arn Vas to a new height.
  
  Also, to a pragmatist, strangers in the company of a known fugitive is a bad thing.
conversations.prefix: Arn Vas Watchmen:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Found in the possession of a slain Halberd courier, this ornate weapon seems to have been sent from the king-elect himself... and it appears to give him cause for concern.
conversations.prefix: Curved Jade Dagger:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *(For Maera)*
  
  The well-being of Aerig and young Alekso weighs ever on your mind. But how does *that* weigh against the perfect opportunity to help bring this cruel war to an end?
conversations.prefix: Thicker Than...:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Arn Vas holds something familiar for you. What is it? And is it a good thing or a bad?
  
  *Use to leverage a personal connection in the village. Counts as either a **Strength** or a **Weakness.** Only usable in Act I, Scene 3.*
conversations.prefix: The Ties of Place:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tavita, it seems, is not all she seemed. And now she is about to be spirited away to an uncertain fate. Dare you tempt fate to save a traveling companion?
conversations.prefix: Long Shadows:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've found the Duke. Only -- you aren't the first to.
  
  Save the man who would be King from an ignoble fate under the knives of knaves!
conversations.prefix: To the King!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A former Halberd camp follower and bedmate to a centurion who fell afoul of his own schemes for power. The military secrets in her possession make her a useful asset -- but also a fugitive from certain powerful and unknown personages in the royalist army.
  
  *Counts as either a **Strength, Neutral,** or **Weakness** (please state which, in the comments or Slack chat) depending on how and when it is played.*
  
  *Once per scene, **one player** may use this card to draw on Tavita's secrets, and concoct a piece of inside information on the Halberd army and/or its politics.*
  
  *Do not give away or rewrite this asset.*
conversations.prefix: Tavita Vari:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have the thanks of a grateful king. But will *this* good deed go unpunished?
conversations.prefix: The Enemy of My Enemy...:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There is no time for a proper look at Braum -- he must soldier on for a while. But he's not looking good. Is there *anything* anyone can do, for now?
conversations.prefix: For the Pain (optional):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As the Dangpa slips in and out of the enemy's flesh, so do you act as the subtle stab in the dark. You walk in darkness, because you fear the truth of the light as much as you embrace the shadows.
conversations.prefix: Dangpa:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Life in the slums is never easy. The only way to live through it was to grit your teeth, trust no one, and steal everything that wasn't nailed down.
conversations.prefix: Roughly Made:
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.value: Like the humble tool of a simple farmer, you are unsuited for war. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and you will do what you must, using any means necessary. 
conversations.prefix: Pitchfork:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: War does not give; it only takes. In the face of great wrong, you do what little you can to make things right.
conversations.prefix: Make Things Right:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You aren't specially educated, and you aren't a warrior or a silver-tongued charmer or a stealthy saboteur--but you *are* straightforward, steadfast, and sensible.
conversations.prefix: Practical:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Diligent and hardworking, you give your best to any task set before you, no matter how difficult it may seem.
conversations.prefix: Industrious:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Though you have answered the call to battle, you are untested and have never seen true war.
conversations.prefix: Untried:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You claim no status, no authority, and no means of direct force to impose your will on others--nor would you even want to, in most respects. You are easily cowed and controlled, at least on the surface.
conversations.prefix: Humble:
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.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are strong because you must be. You are tireless because if you stop, you fear it will be for good.
conversations.prefix: Relentless:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It is hard to let go. You rely on many a crutch to support your weight.
conversations.prefix: Bridges Unbroken:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It was not personal at first, but a single sword slash made it so.
conversations.prefix: On The Hunt:
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.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: Like the humble war fork, you are a simple tool redesigned and repurposed as a weapon. Agriculture was your modest, but happy lot in life. Fate, however, has turned you to a different use.
conversations.prefix: Fourche de Guerre:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Justice is a passing dream in the turbulence of a civil war--but you will settle for vengeance. You were wronged, and you will not rest until divine nemesis is satisfied. 
conversations.prefix: Make Them Pay:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: He has never, and will *never*, back down from what stands before him. He will fight on that front until he is toppled.
conversations.prefix: Walking Bulwark:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Having been left for dead once, he is fragmented. There are times where resolution shall falter, where his words may fall to a desolate tone. 
  *The wall may still stand, but the foundation is broken. A push in the right spot, and it topples.*
conversations.prefix: Shattered:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Everything you knew has been wrenched from you. 
  
  Time to start picking up the pieces, and create something new. Something better.
conversations.prefix: Make Something New:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Short for a polearm it was designed to unseat riders, puncture and buckle heavy armor. You adapt well to whatever situation you find yourself in. A Jack-of-all-Trades, but a master of none?
conversations.prefix: Lucerne Hammer:
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: Camp life has taught you the importance of rolling with change.  Yesterday's rock can easily become tomorrow's gravel, and you're prepared to dance across either.
conversations.prefix: Adaptable:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Years of trading partners for safety has begun to wear.  Your goal now is to find somewhere you can rest your head, preferably with something -- or someone -- to shield you from the coming trials.
conversations.prefix: Make Your Bed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A well known glaive among most soldiers in Ril Dyara this glaive has been passed down the family line to all men who bear the name Anssia.
conversations.prefix: Glaive of Anssia:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You served in the Ril Dyaran army once as did your father and your fathers father, before all this. You know your way around a weapon, and you know some of the ways of the royalist military.  
conversations.prefix: Renowned Veteran Glaivesmen:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For whatever reason, your name, face, or both are known to the Halberd authorities. This chapter of your past has an unpleasant habit of catching up with you at the wrong times.  
conversations.prefix: Old Rivalries:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your family name has passed through many generations as great glaivesmen and you wish to uphold your families reputation. You strive for anything that will "make one more mark" for your families legacy.
conversations.prefix: Carry The Name:
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.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You never really expected to be putting your skills to use in wartime, but at least you were trained well.
conversations.prefix: Well-Trained:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Like a snake in the grass you meander through the battlefield, biting those up close and lunging at the unsuspecting foe ahead. You are a skirmisher, swift and lethal.
conversations.prefix: Javelin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're indomitable and bold, but also inherently scheming. Your insidious methods know no boundaries.
conversations.prefix: Conniving:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Either with a swing of hand or tongue, you get your way by means of coercion or subterfuge. With that finesse and acumen, you only need a clever gimmick to 
  turn the tables.
  
conversations.prefix: Artful:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Chaos is the smith’s fire that forges names, reputations and legends. Your hammer and tongs stand ready.
conversations.prefix: Make Your Mark:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They do not follow you out of any sense of pride or honor, but your men will do as you say, regardless of any morals quandaries involved.
  
  There is a reason, isn't there?
conversations.prefix: By my Word:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Forged in haste, but not in vain, a graceless tool crafted more out of necessity than skill.
  
  Still, a point is a point, and in such times a pragmatic man is a often a wise man.
conversations.prefix: Angon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are not cut out for a life of violence, no matter how much you accept its occasional necessity. You are prone to hesitate or freeze up in the most dire of times. 
conversations.prefix: Hesitant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Nothing given freely is worth having. A gift is a debt, and you will pay it back as quickly, and fully, as you can.
conversations.prefix: That of Which We Owe:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Getting along well with others, helping out, showing some good, old-fashioned cooperation. It's a talent, and you have it in spades.
conversations.prefix: Accommodating:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You took advice and stocked up well for this journey. Supplies may become limited, but for the moment you're doing better than most.
conversations.prefix: Well provisioned:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're a walking hulk of metal with your share of battle scars. These people have seen enough men like you, and fear getting near.
conversations.prefix: Intimidating:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a knack for getting along with people.
conversations.prefix: Friendly Face:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your one and only concern is for that of your own kith. Blood, after all, runs deep.
conversations.prefix: Mistrustful:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Thanks to the price on your head, you have a bad habit of jumping at shadows.
conversations.prefix: Paranoid:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: We all have it, no matter how small it may be.
conversations.prefix: Determination:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are here to give what you can. You hope it's enough.
conversations.prefix: Generous:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ril Dyara’s civil unrest is causing increasing strain and anxiety for you, leaving you fraying at the seams and liable to lash out unpredictably.
conversations.prefix: Distraught:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are a shield against the darkness. The safety and welfare of your friends and family is paramount. 
conversations.prefix: Protective:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: She's not mad, she's just disappointed in you.
conversations.prefix: Mum Voice:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Like hell you're letting them tell you what to do. 
conversations.prefix: Brute Force:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Enough already. Enough!
conversations.prefix: Fed Up:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You lack gravitas and experience.
conversations.prefix: Young:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Named for the many streams that rake their trackless reaches like giant claws, these marshy riverlands are as famed as they are despised for their treacherousness.
  
  Only a few stubborn homesteaders intent on carving out a living far from civilization, and travelers desiring to avoid the main roads for whatever reason, would be found in this wet, chilly wilderness.
conversations.prefix: The Forks:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *(Play only Assets, Goals, or Subplots)*
  
  There is yet time before you can put your plan into action. Which also means a chance at a glimpse of what is *truly* going on -- with help from the royal person himself.
  
  Ask a question, and you may receive an answer.
conversations.prefix: Lift the Veil:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The time has come to act. A sleeping draught? Ivara's learned misdirection? Whatever the plan, this is where you may put Ril Dyara's King in your power.
conversations.prefix: A Bitter Cup:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Duke chose to make his journey in pilgrim's guise for a reason -- religious wayfarers are more likely to be above suspicion. They also see much, and *these* clergymen may have seen something on the road up ahead that may be good to know.
  
  At the very least, you can learn *that* before sending them packing -- gently, of course. 
conversations.prefix: Traveling Priests:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Unconscious men piled into a cart on the open road could attract the wrong sort of attention. What are they, sick? Dead?
conversations.prefix: Royal Subterfuge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Since the outbreak of the civil war, the kingdom's eastern reaches have been widely considered under rebel control. An illusion oft broken by 'promenaders' -- a derogatory name for companies of royalist raiders led by nobles out for cruel sport.
  
  Indeed, the east is no less perilous than anywhere else; the leagues to Clath Slye are sodden with the blood of regular clashes between Pikestaff patrols and Halberd marauders.
conversations.prefix: East Ril Dyara:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whatever may be going on, these *are* rebel forces -- the first you have seen since this whole business with the king-elect began. 
  
  Pikestaff protection could well be the last thing you need to get you to Clath Slye. Shall you declare yourselves? 
conversations.prefix: The Color of the Flag:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's going to be difficult for six people and a hand-cart to slip past unnoticed -- but better to try than risk revealing oneself in a fight, surely?
conversations.prefix: The Color of the Night:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: In the heat and blood of a melee, it is all too easy for men -- even men on horseback -- to lose sight of what they strike at...
conversations.prefix: Survive!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *(For Britta)*
  
  You are a patrician. That makes you the only one of the group Sir Castan would see as an equal -- if he recognizes you, that is. Do you know him from somewhere? Is there anything you can say to help matters?
conversations.prefix: Blue Blood:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *(For Braum)*
  
  You were a Halberd soldier... an honor guard to lords. The worst kind of traitor, in the eyes of a proper knight like Sir Castan. But that also puts you in a position to do something no one else in the group can: engage a warrior of the cause with insight only a *former* warrior of the cause possesses.
conversations.prefix: Beyond Honor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *(For Ivara)*
  
  The man who killed your husband is dead.
  
  This is his daughter.
  
  The moon shines down...
conversations.prefix: Dame Rilan Faulden:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: All you've done, all you've endured, has led you *here.*
  
  What *do* people do on their last night of life, anyway?
conversations.prefix: The Moon Shines Down...:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: All you’ve done, all you’ve endured, has led you *here.*
  
  What *do* people do on their last night of life, anyway?
conversations.prefix: The Moon Shines Down...:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: For want of a nail… Sir Castan’s defection has not eluded notice, and all that remains is to secure the king-elect and ride like the wind.
conversations.prefix: Riders Before the Storm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A log house in the roadside woods near Clath Slye, in eastern Ril Dyara. Given its seclusion, it is built for defense against any outlaws that roam the forest.
conversations.prefix: Abandoned Cabin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ril Dyara's great eastern market city, now the heavily fortified capital of the Pikestaff rebellion.
  
  You are here at last.
conversations.prefix: Clath Slye - Outskirts:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Where shall the fate of the late Lord Faulden's daughter lie -- with the royalists, or with you?
conversations.prefix: Dame Rilan Faulden:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *(For Ivara and 1 other)*
  
  If children are the future, Ril Dyara's future is a black and battered one indeed.
  
  Do what you can for your last living son.
conversations.prefix: Solacer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *(For Geb and 1 other)*
  
  None here have your ability to shape the lifeless to serve the living. Find help, and make safe this shelter against what may yet come.
conversations.prefix: Defender:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *(For Britta & 1 other)*
  
  As a blueblood, you have the king-elect's attention above all.
  
  It is now his turn to seek answers.
conversations.prefix: Deposer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *(For Maera & 1 other)*
  
  The journey nears its end, but *near* is *not* the end. Basic needs remain to be seen to.
  
  Scrounge what you can from this place.
conversations.prefix: Provider:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A feared Halberd agent and inquisitor. Rumor links her with a dozen of the realm's noble houses, yet none have ever glimpsed her face or sought out her true name -- nor would any sane person, for fear of the consequences.
conversations.prefix: Marquise of Talons (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Who is truly master of their dreams? Even we who master those of the day remain slaves to those of the night. 
  
  And this is no ordinary dream...
conversations.prefix: In Dreams:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The end of the road, at last.
  
  What else can lie before you now?
conversations.prefix: Breaketh the Bow:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Together, you have achieved something truly remarkable.
  
  But that is now past...
conversations.prefix: Burneth the Chariot (optional):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *"I would have you [hear](https://storium.com/game/in-sunder/act-1/scene-1) of the things no-one tells..."*
  
  No-one but you.
conversations.prefix: Cutteth the Spear:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can’t help that you were raised to respect old folklore and traditions, no matter how improbable the stories. What’s the harm in a little quirk or two, anyway? And what if they’re true, even a little? You heard from your neighbor’s brother’s friend that...
conversations.prefix: Superstitious:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have a certain way with nuance and subterfuge. A bad way. 
conversations.prefix: Blunt:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: From the northern reaches of the Coarsewood to Uruth Lom's frozen keep, you have seen much of Ril Dyara. The road is as  familiar a sight as the wilds.
conversations.prefix: Well-Traveled:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Years of physical labor have made you as strong as a bull. 
conversations.prefix: Strong:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The downside of an inquiring mind.
conversations.prefix: Curiosity killed the cat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The remaining Folstad child: 10-year old Hasst. 
  
  *May be used in moves to represent Hasst, or given to another player to signify custody of the boy.*
  
  *Do not rewrite this asset.*
conversations.prefix: Hasst:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There has to be something better down this road. Gods be damned, you will find it.
conversations.prefix: Greener Pastures:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The truest test of a soul is to take away what one thinks cannot be lost. You have been tested greatly, and the cracks are beginning to show.
conversations.prefix: Weary:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Try as you might, you cannot keep your friends safe. That failure haunts you. 
conversations.prefix: I Cannot Protect Them:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your stomach is not easily turned, just as your will. What must be done, must be done.
conversations.prefix: Ironclad:
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: Taking responsibility isn't just about accountability in the eyes of others. It's also about commitment: doing everything you can to get the right result, rather than leaving it to fate.
conversations.prefix: Make it work:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You see the changes dawning--have, in fact, moved them along. But after words of vengeance, that desire unravels.
  
  What is it for? Where is your family? Can you find them? Can you rebuild?
conversations.prefix: Make it Home:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have avenged yourself, made right what you made wrong working for the Halberds. Now you must do more than simply balance the scales - you have to tip them in the other direction, whether by helping raise the next generation or by fighting the war yourself. 
conversations.prefix: Make A Difference:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When you want to, your booming voice and large stature can cut a rather leaderly figure. 
conversations.prefix: Authoritative:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've plenty of experience on horseback.
conversations.prefix: Rider:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Intellectual training requires the ability to stay calm under intense questioning.
conversations.prefix: Calm under pressure:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're a knight, just like all the children's tales depict. Surely Hasst has read a few from Britta's books.
conversations.prefix: Inspiring:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Despite knowing the long words, you also know how to explain what they really mean to people.
conversations.prefix: Educator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You generally like meeting new people, getting to know people better and holding onto friends.
conversations.prefix: Friendly:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild: