conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Like his mother, Romulus was a Timber Wolf. He lived in the clan, when all the wolves were one. There was no North Clan, no South, no East, and no West. But Romulus had a brother, Remus.
  
  Remus was a Black Wolf. He knew no peace. He knew only anger. Remus' children, his pups, were fierce. They bit at Romulus' pups. Romulus knew with Remus alive, his promise to his mother would never be true. He had promised her peace.
  
  *When a thorn is in your flesh, do not itch it. Remove it.*
  
  Romulus murdered his brother Remus. But peace did not come. Remus' children were angry. Vengeful. They lead their clan against Romulus. But Romulus was not one to let his murder be for naught. He rallied his own clan, his own children, and fought back against Remus' clan.
  
  Their father, grew ashamed of the war, and he, along with the rest of the high-born white wolves, left for the icelands of the north. Still other wolves fled the war, and disappeared to the Desert of the South.
  
  Remus' children were powerful, fierce, and unrelenting. They led there clan through Romulus' homeland, destroying everything. Romulus would never surrender. Instead, he started a voracious fire and with his clan, fled to The Great Forest. When Remus' children tried also to flee to the Forest, Romulus was waiting, hunting the survivors.
  
  But not all of the Black Wolves died in the flames or fell to Romulus. Some let the fire burn. They let it scorch their fur. They did not care. They let it burn within them, and make them more vicious, more strong. The remaining Ashlands became their home.
  
  But today, that is but a story, a legend. A story hundreds of years old. The Divide of the Clan. Today, Sköll and Hati still circle The Den. Bringing night and day. The Desert Clan has grown, creating cities in the deserts, The White Clan has become entrenched in their religion in the peaks, the land of ice and snow. The Timber Clan is still in The Great Forest, the largest of the Clans, and the strongest. The Black Clan still waits in The Ashlands. They wait for the silent war to end. They wait to make their grab for the Wolf Throne. All the clans wait. All the clans would like to be on top, because each clan believes their way is best.
  
  In this world though, a change is coming.
  
  The Lore: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-x8VTa_svFND7NcQXfzS8Y4XH33XmZUqHJpIvrWJZtU/edit?usp=sharing
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: We are of the White Clan. Our home is in the ice lands of the north. We know nothing of anger and  joy. We know only what snow brings. Silence. Peace.
  
  Our hearts are ice.
conversations.prefix: White Wolf:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: We are of the Timber Wolves. Like the leaves of the trees of our home in the great eastern forest,  we come in many different colors. We have red brothers, grey, brown, and we even consider the falseBlack and falseWhite our family. We know that being alone, our clan would fall. But we are not alone.
  
  We are the pack.
conversations.prefix: Timber Wolf:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: We are the clan of the Night. Hundreds of years ago, our home was lit up by a great fire, but we did not run. We were not saddened. We did not ask for help. We made the ashlands our home.
  
  We are fury.
conversations.prefix: Black Wolf:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: We roam the Sands of the Southern lands. We are not the biggest, we are not strongest, but we are the fastest. We are the most cunning. Our howls fill the desert night.
  
  Our strength is our intelect.
conversations.prefix: Desert Wolf:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have no family, no love, no home. You roam the wilds, looking for whatever purpose. But being alone isn't a bad thing.
  
  Its safer for the heart.
conversations.prefix: Lone Wolf:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Like the Desert Wolves of the Southern Sands, you are quick, not only in movement but also in thought.
conversations.prefix: Quickness:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Like the Black Wolves of the Ashlands, you are a fierce fighter. You lash out with terrible strength.
conversations.prefix: Might:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Like the White Wolves of the North, you have peace inside. Meaning your movement is silent, you never panic, and your strikes are precise and careful.
conversations.prefix: Peace:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Like the Timber Wolves of The Great Forest, you are never alone. Even when you are, you know you're really not. This gives you power.
conversations.prefix: The Pack:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Like a Lone Wolf, you have no need for honor, no need for restraint. In The Wilds, you've learned how to survive, fighting for every breath. Your soul is strong.
conversations.prefix: Wild Heart:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You know no peace, you have an anger within you. You lose control, it clouds your thoughts, and it makes you hurt your friends, your family, let alone your enemy.
conversations.prefix: Anger:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A maimed wolf, is still a wolf. You are still strong, you still have spirit... But your are held back. Your full potential is unreachable.
conversations.prefix: Maimed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Wolves tend to think the highest of themselves, but your arrogance stands above the rest. When its time to run, you don't, when your mind really should be changed, it won't.
conversations.prefix: Arrogance:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whether or not you set out on your own, or were cast out, you lost what every wolf considers the most important reason to live. Their pack. It makes you a little weaker, it diminishes your spirit, you have no help. You are alone.
conversations.prefix: Alone:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've lost honor in your clan, leading to strained connections, others distrusting you. It may have been from killing a member of your own ckan, stealing, betrayel... It doesn't matter how, all that matters is the stain.
conversations.prefix: Honorless:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Similar to being honorless, but now not even blood can help you. The Wild left its mark on you. You are disgrace to your race, and the clans shun you.
conversations.prefix: Mark Of The Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You will do anything to see that your clan rises and rules.
conversations.prefix: For The Clan:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It doesn't matter whih clan rules, they've been fighting for too long. They need to become one.
conversations.prefix: Unification:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You fight gain honor. Maybe you lost it, or maybe you just want to be remembered for years to come.
conversations.prefix: For Honor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You fight to become stronger. You seek an ultimate power. Be it for a greater calling, or for your own nefarious plans, you will have it.
conversations.prefix: For Power:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're a Lost Wolf, just trying to find your purpose in the world. You're always searching.
conversations.prefix: Searching:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're in the Wilds. The most dangerous part of The Den. Tread lightly. There are more predators here than just the wolves....
conversations.prefix: The Wilds:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The continent that is home to the four clans. It has five territories: The Great Forest, The Ashlands, The Icelands, Titan Desert, and The Wilds.
conversations.prefix: The Den:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This wolf is dangerous. He's a hunter, but he never fights dirty. He's honorable. It's his duty to carry out the rulings of The Ashwolves.
  
  And right now, The Ashwolves want Garm dead.
conversations.prefix: Dom:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Pax is Frostfire's helper, and they've known eachother their whole lives. They've become very close. Her father is one of the most respected Whites, and serves in the Trinity Peaks Temple.
  
  Ira is a FalseBlack, and is the envoy from the Timber Wolves that Frostfire is to meet. He has great influence over his clan, and could be a deciding factor between war, peace, and maybe even unity.
conversations.prefix: Pax & Ira:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Avari and Lovac are the leaders of a sub clan within the Timbers. Their goals... Don't align.
  
  They are in a duel.
conversations.prefix: Wolf Duel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A young FalseWhite alone in The Wilds. Well, almost alone. She has cubs.
  
  She's badly injured, and probably won't survive in The Wilds. And if she doesn't survive, there is no way the cubs will.
conversations.prefix: The Young Mother:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A powerful Sub-Clan with big plans. Motley isn't privy to the full details of these plans, but he knows part them involve the Timbers ruling, and that's good enough for him.
conversations.prefix: The Manes:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Vagabond has found two sets of tracks, one from a tiger, one from a wolf. He must decide which one to persue as they both head opposite directions.
conversations.prefix: Two Sets Of Tracks:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: He is an avenger. He recognized Motley as a Timber, if he lives, could ruin the Manes plans.
  
  Despite being so badly scorched and torn, he stands strong, and a calm rage emminates from him, as if he believes what he is doing is right.
conversations.prefix: The Wolf Of Motley's Blood:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Garm has to choose either the diplomatic, monk-like PureWhites, or the indifferent, Desert Wolves.
conversations.prefix: Garm's Choice Of Way:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lovac is a FalseBlack who's father was a PureBlack, and his mother a FalseWhite. With Avari dead, he will become the leader of his Subclan, the FalseBlacks of The Great Forest. The rare white streaks in his fur are a prominent characteristic. He is slow to anger, but that is not to be exploited.
conversations.prefix: Lovac:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Wild is huge, and choosing the wrong path is a common mistake, and has been the end to many a wolf.
conversations.prefix: Two Trails:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Frostfire smells nearby wolves. He has to make a judgement call.
conversations.prefix: Wolves:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The leader of the Maned Wolves, Casurus is a clever tactician and a sly one. Preferring to win fights with brains rather than brawn, don't underestimate his ability in fights of either.
conversations.prefix: Casurus:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A giant Bear is hunting. Known to snap spines of wolves with one club, they are not to be crossed.
conversations.prefix: The Bear:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Garm was crawling through the dense undergrowth when she heard something large nearby.
conversations.prefix: Not Alone:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Poke is a large, powerful PureTimber from the village that the Manes destroyed. Despite his simple name, despite his size, he is actually quite intelligent. And despite his losses, he still fights with honor even now.
  
  He has the Mark now, and also a strange curiosity in Waera.
conversations.prefix: Poke:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: For whatever reason, these wolves are hostile and mean to kill. They are definitely not the Sequoias.
conversations.prefix: Not The Sequoias:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Vagabond followed the Tiger tracks, only to find that it's tracks ended with it's death, it's disappearance, and wolf tracks.
conversations.prefix: Too Late:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Vagabond must remember Pax.
conversations.prefix: Pax & Dues:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Waera must decide where to run.
conversations.prefix: Ash Or The Woods:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Church is one of the High Wolves, a leader in the White Wolf House.
conversations.prefix: Church:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This tiger is mild, hunting for his fallen friend. There is something unique of him though... He wants help.
conversations.prefix: The Tiger:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The first red leaf that had fallen now lays on the ground. Red veins course from it.
conversations.prefix: The Red Leaf:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Somewhere in the nearby Wilds, Motley's new pack claw for their lives.
conversations.prefix: Through The Dark:
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.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 often come off as a callous and savage beast of prey. You lack certain aspects wolves consider the most precious in their lives. You only fend for yourself. Justification is all you need.
conversations.prefix: Feral:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're indomitable and headstrong. Being a Lone Wolf, you have no need in honor, no need for restraint. The Wilds have taught you survival. You fight for every breath.
conversations.prefix: Tenacious:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are a nomad, roaming onward as long as you remember. You hold a persistent belief that a life is nothing but a venture through the forest of life. You heed to the portents of danger and strive to go on, without getting lost. 
conversations.prefix: The Journey:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Somehing happened, a long time ago, that scarred you for life. Now, you fear everything. You never feel safe, not even when with your pack.
conversations.prefix: Fear:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Not even with your pack, those who you trust and who trust you most, do you find safety. You search for a place where you can find such.
conversations.prefix: Safety:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Like the Desert Wolves of the Southern Sands, you are quick, not only in movement but also in thought.
conversations.prefix: Quickness:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Life's too short to be worrying all the time! And *why* does it seem like everyone you meet is so *serious*? Don't they know it lengthens your life to laugh more and fret less?
  
  ...actually, come to think of it, that particular philosophy of life might actually be at the root of why you haven't found a pack of your own yet.
  
  And hey, at least you're quick enough to have it away on your paws before all those ill-veiled insults manage to penetrate the brains of the wolves you piss off!
conversations.prefix: Inappropriate:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You keep your chin up and a generally chipper outlook on life, but the fact of the matter is... well, you're practically a nomad. And you're lonely.
  
  You'd do almost anything to find someone to share your life with, whether that means a mate or a pack... so long as they don't expect you to change *too* much.
conversations.prefix: Somewhere to Belong:
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 a guardian of your Clan, and your might is unmatched among your packmates.  Beware, any who dare strike against that which you hold near and dear -- a limb may well be the least you lose. 
conversations.prefix: Protector:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A wolf is nothing without a pack, and yours has turned you out for what you've done.  You fight to prove yourself and to reclaim the honor you lost, so that you might regain your place in the Clan you love. 
conversations.prefix: For Honor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Where once you held a place of respect among your Clan, you now prowl the edges of the pack, your jaws stained by the shame of killing one of your own. 
conversations.prefix: Disgraced:
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: What is this *strategery?*
  Can you eat it?
  
  All jests aside, you just can't fight well. At all. If given sufficient incentive, you could *probably* distract an enemy long enough for a friend or packmate to take them down.
  
  Your *real* talents lie in trickery and misdirection and also, ultimately, the ability to run away really, really fast.
  
  But if you were ever called upon to do any *actual*, * **physical** * fighting, well...
  
  Let's just say that you and your entire pack would be upstream in excrement of a most unpleasant variety, with land nowhere in sight, and oh, by the way, none of you can swim.
conversations.prefix: Poor Fighter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Decisions are easy.  Sound logic, sound judgment.
conversations.prefix: Judgment:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your soft heart sometimes gets you into trouble.But occasionally, it can save you.
conversations.prefix: Merciful:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It does not befit a True Black to show fear in the face of the enemy.  Those who whimper and shrink are relegated to honorless duties at the den, to be climbed on by pups and ordered about by denmothers.  But those who stand tall and proud and bare their fangs at even threats greater than themselves are praised as heroes in life and legends in death. 
conversations.prefix: Fearless:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The perilous life in the Wilds had sharpened your senses and honed your skills. You're watchful and astute, and in the matters of life and death, you demonstrate keen insight.
conversations.prefix: Seasoned:
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: Forgiving and forgetting will only come through a wolf's last breath. Yours or their's doesn't matter, one of you won't around after this is all over. 
conversations.prefix: Revenge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are a fierce fighter with no regard for anything but the goal. You lash out with terrible strength, matched only by your power of will. You only lose when you stop fighting and that will be in death. 
conversations.prefix: Might :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’ve lost honor in your clan, and in your clan honor was *everything*. You're below trash, the scum of the Den. Everyone else can feel it- the blood you've spilled, the lives you've taken- it all adds to your stain. 
  
conversations.prefix: Stained :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Wind is everywhere, touches everything, and carries scent and sound, and *knowledge* with it.
conversations.prefix: One with the Wind:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your pride doesn't dictate your life and your personal honor doesn't dictate your morals. There's no action too cruel, no task too vile, no words too shameful that will stop you from achieving your goal. 
conversations.prefix: Whatever means nessisary: