conversations.from: system
conversations.value: In an age beyond reckoning, humanity has given way to monstrosity, science to sorcery, and our well-tamed garden world to a wasteland haunted by vampires, mutants, and creatures of darkness.
  
  The nobility have ruled since they overthrew the tyranny of the Thinking Machines. They have brought peace, religion, and helped recover the land. All they ask for in exchange is our blood.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Marquis doesn't want to talk in front of Constantin... what alternative can be arranged?
conversations.prefix: The Marquis:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Elena follows her uncle around the reception, almost ghostly. It might pay to know more about her.
conversations.prefix: Elena:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Just how well-protected are Magna Umbra's great and good?
conversations.prefix: Reconnaisance:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A sprawling religious complex, extending far beyond the Cathedral proper. It's a district of the city in its own right.
conversations.prefix: Cathedral of Saint Barrabas:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When others have troubles, you have to make them yours.
conversations.prefix: Can't help getting involved in other people's problems:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're tough to persuade, even when the stakes are high.
conversations.prefix: Hard-Headed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: While you can take care of yourself, you're neither a warrior by trade nor necessity. You prefer non-violent solutions... or at least solutions where other people do the violence.
conversations.prefix: Not a Fighter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You thirst for blood, even the tiniest drop.
conversations.prefix: Noble Palate:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Half-aristo... half-human. Your noble blood sets you above the peasant stock, but you're forever marked by your illegitimate birth.
conversations.prefix: Half-Caste:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Unique or inherited, you suffer from a supernatural affliction.
conversations.prefix: Bane:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You tend to look to your fists -- or fangs, or sword -- as a first resort.
conversations.prefix: Violent Tendencies:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Raised in the wild or on the street, you possess incredible endurance, animal magnetism, and the urge to fight tooth and nail.
conversations.prefix: Feral:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You see the paths of fortune and failure... and can push others along them. At their strongest, your hexes spread the rot which once infected all the land.
conversations.prefix: Black Witchcraft:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're an expert in arms and small unit tactics. In times of trouble, both the frightened rabble and the similarly trained recognize your ability and flock to your side.
conversations.prefix: Combat Mastery:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your drugs and unguents have uncanny -- though not always healthy -- effects on the body. You can conjure flame and explosions, but prefer to do your work in the body directly. Among your many potions are those that enhance your personal charisma.
conversations.prefix: Brewer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know more than is good for you... but it's not so good for those who cross you, either. You easily win the respect of scholars, librarians, and other people of learning. Even if they sometimes wonder at the mad light in your eyes.
conversations.prefix: Loremaster:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are blessed with the gifts of the aristocracy -- their grace, their strength, their commanding gaze, but also their bloody temper.
conversations.prefix: Aristocratic Blood:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your body is warped and unstable. You might possess the strength of an extra pair of arms, or silver tongues in both heads. No matter your appearance, you have an affinity for the outcast and dispossessed.
conversations.prefix: Strange Mutations:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're at your best when tampering with forces you don't understand. And people like you best when you're about to sell them a miracle solution.
conversations.prefix: Tinker:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a way with words, and with locks. And you're almost impossible to see when you want to be subtle.
conversations.prefix: Thieves' Skills:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You always know where you're going, and almost always who you'll find. You read the land like a book, and the people like a pack of cards.
conversations.prefix: Lay of the Land:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Church may view you as a relic of a bygone age, but your mastery of herbs and saint's names let you heal the wounded... and speak soothing counsel to the hasty.
conversations.prefix: White Witchcraft:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You possess the memories and skills of a prior self... and have an uncanny insight into the thoughts of the people whose past lives' intertwined with yours.
conversations.prefix: Reincarnation:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The mercenary wolves rush out of the shadows to swarm the travelers.
conversations.prefix: Wolf Attack:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're running from something... or someone.
conversations.prefix: Fugitive:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've been wronged... and you're going to make it right.
conversations.prefix: Vengeance:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You want to improve your standing... or push a rival out of the way.
conversations.prefix: Ambition:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're devoted to someone just beyond your reach.
conversations.prefix: Love:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've done things, terrible things, and you'd like to make them at least a tiny bit right.
conversations.prefix: Redemption:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You want to line your pockets... or become lord of your own land.
conversations.prefix: Wealth:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Someone -- or someone_s_ -- important to you are in danger, and you've got to get them back.
conversations.prefix: Rescue:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The powers that be are corrupt... and you're just the person to overthrow them.
conversations.prefix: Revolution:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are uniquely vulnerable to crosses (upon which Our Lord was hung) and silver (the metal for which He was betrayed).
conversations.prefix: Holy Afflictions:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are prone to dangerous rages. If you have supernatural powers, this might involve losing control of them.
conversations.prefix: Rage:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are dependent upon alchemical potions for either your sanity or your life.
conversations.prefix: Alchemical Junkie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are afflicted with the diseases that so many suffered after the Six Minute War. Perhaps you lived near one of the zones of black magic that it left behind.
conversations.prefix: Ancient Rot:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your constitution is frail, possibly owing to a childhood illness. Physical activity greatly weakens you, and you may be dependent on alchemical medicines to maintain your strength.
conversations.prefix: Weakness of the Blood:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You may travel with others, but when a job needs doing, you have to do it yourself.
conversations.prefix: Trust No One:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You wield a fraction of the forbidden, terrifying power of the Green. You can quicken and shape the growth of plant, cause trees to shed toxic pollen, and plant the seeds of divisive emotions in others' hearts.
conversations.prefix: Touch of the Green:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your body was shaped by living near the black magic zones left behind by the Six  Minute War. You have unusual physical features, be they gross or subtle.
conversations.prefix: Mutant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your earliest memories are of running through the wastes with your pack. You were expected to swear fealty, as they did, to the aristos, but something stopped you and you kept running.
conversations.prefix: Wolfkin:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are one of the Wise, the keepers of the old lore. You know the passwords of the ancient gatekeepers, the right herbs to rub on a wound. Some say it's the Sight, others the guardian spirits of those witches who have come before. Either way, something made you leave your village.
conversations.prefix: Witch:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whatever your trade, you've made quite a fortune for yourself. You're always able, if not willing, to part with a few coins to smooth your path.
conversations.prefix: Wealthy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You were one of the soldiers mechanically altered and placed in storage for future deployment. However, the war was over before your masters realized it, and you ultimately awoke in your metal tomb centuries late.
conversations.prefix: Tomb Warrior:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You fought for God, homeland, or a handful of coin. Steady employment is rare for someone with your dedicated skill set, but there's always someone somewhere in need of a strong arm.
conversations.prefix: Veteran:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A dark legacy haunts your family, dooming one in every generation to fight the darkness and protect the weak. After a relative fell, you were called to pick up their weapon and vocation.
conversations.prefix: Hunter:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Since the aristocrats die so rarely, their fortress-tombs are extravagant affairs. You dream of scores like that, more often opening vaults meant to survive the war and liberating the mechanical treasures withing.
conversations.prefix: Grave Robber:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You were driven from your land by plague or blight, the aristocracy unable or unwilling to help. Now, you travel looking for either a new home or a new adventure.
conversations.prefix: Farmer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You suffer from an all-consuming fear of something specific but not exceedingly esoteric.
conversations.prefix: Phobia:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You live your life on the road, buying cheap and selling dear. In the West, a patchwork of feudal domains and isolated farmsteads, you find many ready customers.
conversations.prefix: Traveling Peddler:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're not quite real. You can pass through solid objects -- the less dense, the easier it is. Passing through a living thing disrupts their bodily processes, stunning or killing them. Sometimes you hum to yourself, a low, mournful sound that tends to make people sympathetic and suggestible.
conversations.prefix: Ephemeral:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your touch drains heat and life from those who feel it. While this can be a weapon,  using it that way rarely ends well for you.
conversations.prefix: Cold Hands:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were one of those vaporized in the first moments of the War. Your body was destroyed, but your spirit gained a radioactive half-life of thousands of years. Your memories of the ancient past are poor, but you retain your basic personality, and your desire for human warmth.
conversations.prefix: Shade:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Originally a member of the tribes who cling to survival in the Green, you turned to worship of the great forest. Now, you're an outcast, spreading the word of the Earth Resurgent in the West.
conversations.prefix: Druid:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: For you, every decision is a calculation, every fact a variable. You have trained your entire life to perform complex mathematical operations with your mind alone, giving you a fraction of the power of the Thinking Machines.
conversations.prefix: Numerological Monk:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You use your uncanny mastery of mathematics as a tool... and a weapon. You predict the precise impact and angle a threat will come from, and act to mitigate it. You're good at persuading people by logic, though your explanations are often a mite complex.
conversations.prefix: By the Numbers:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The road cuts through the mountains. It's one of the better roads in Christendom, but it's still prone to mudslides, and it's flanked by dense forest. The days are short and bleak, and the nights are long and full of worrisome noises.
conversations.prefix: The Road to Magna Umbra:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Magna Umbra's war wolves have not been paid. They circle the party on the backs of their feral brethren, while their leader confronts the party seeking payment in exchange for safe passage.
conversations.prefix: Unpaid Mercenaries:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A disused, but well-maintained, monastery within the city walls. Constantin has been renovating it as a second residence; currently, it's being used as a guest house.
conversations.prefix: Renovated Monastery:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The travelers try to gather information from Alexandros on the state of affairs in Magna Umbra, including why it hasn't paid its mercenaries.
conversations.prefix: The Lay of the Land:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Alexandros hasn't introduced the young woman who came with him. Who is she, and why is she here?
conversations.prefix: Who's She?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One of Constantin's retainers is threatening the Saint-Amantine sisters.
conversations.prefix: Brash Retainer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are one of the Wise, the keepers of the old lore. You know the passwords of the ancient gatekeepers, the right herbs to rub on a wound. Some say it's the Sight, others the guardian spirits of those witches who have come before. Either way, something made you leave your home.
conversations.prefix: Witch:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You see the paths of fortune and failure... and can push others along them. At their strongest, your hexes spread the rot which once infected all the land.
conversations.prefix: Black Witchcraft:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: To become a Seer, witches must journey out into the world. Somewhere along the way, there's supposed to be enlightenment and transcendence, but not every witch can gain the Sight.
conversations.prefix: Pilgrimage:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For you, every decision is a calculation, every fact a variable. You have trained your entire life to perform complex mathematical operations with your mind alone, giving you a fraction of the power of the Thinking Machines.
conversations.prefix: Numerological Monk:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You use your uncanny mastery of mathematics as a tool... and a weapon. You predict the precise impact and angle a threat will come from, and act to mitigate it. You're good at persuading people by logic, though your explanations are often a mite complex.
conversations.prefix: By the Numbers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: At root, everything reduces down to another element in an equation.  When it comes time to balance a formula, there's little room to skew the results in favor of "what you want" or "whom you care about."  It's not that you can't form emotional attachments; indeed, it would be easier for you if you couldn't.  But in a final analysis, facts have to trump your feelings.
conversations.prefix: Unfeeling Statistics:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Society has fractured, and the world lies bleeding as a result.  Some feel that this is preferable to the Age of Logic, that the impulsive cruelties of organic societies are nevertheless preferable to the predictable devastations wrought during the Thinking Machines' endless wars.  But you see that both are consequences of the same root cause—flawed programming—and computers are easier to reboot than consciousnesses.
conversations.prefix: Singularity:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Since the aristocrats die so rarely, their fortress-tombs are extravagant affairs. You dream of scores like that, more often opening vaults meant to survive the war and liberating the mechanical treasures withing.
conversations.prefix: Grave Robber:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have a way with words, and with locks. And you're almost impossible to see when you want to be subtle.
conversations.prefix: Thieves' Skills:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are afflicted with the diseases that so many suffered after the Six Minute War. Perhaps you lived near one of the zones of black magic that it left behind.
conversations.prefix: Ancient Rot:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've done things, terribly things, and you'd like to make them at least a tiny bit right.
conversations.prefix: Redemption:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A by-blow of the most noble house of Saint-Amant, who was unsuccessfully diverted into the house of God.
  
  She did not make a very good nun.
conversations.prefix: Halfbreed (or, une Petite Bourgeoisie):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: I am a true child of Pater: all his grace and strength of limb, all his compelling and demanding miens.
  
  And all his towering, bloody rages.
conversations.prefix: Aristocratic Blood:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A touch of the holy madness.
  
  Anaïs experiences traumatic visions and occasional stigmata. When the voices fill her head, her face is wet with bloody tears.
conversations.prefix: Holy Afflictions:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: She is above my station.
  
  But perhaps her feelings will change, if I wrest my rightful place from Margot and grandmère.
  
  I will take my seat from her. I *must*.
conversations.prefix: Chivalric Obession:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: She taught me all she knew, any moment we were truly alone.
  
  Perhaps she thought I might need her strength.
conversations.prefix: Maman's Arsenal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As a constant traveler, you don't often have the time or opportunity to develop lasting connections.  Instead, you depend on finding those who will show generosity, rather than hostility, to an unknown quantity.
  
  But being an outsider has its own advantages.  Transience can be akin to anonymity—can create intimacy—and secrets shared with a stranger vanish with them as they leave...
conversations.prefix: The Kindness Of Strangers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Aristocratic gentility is only a cover for intrigue. If you know how to play the game, you can probably get away with anything -- as long as you watch your back.
conversations.prefix: Courtly Intrigue:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: One of the things Rust uncovered in an ancient fortress-tomb was a cuff that gives the wearer the power of moving around unnoticed. But it's bloodtech, and it drains him every time he uses it. At least his tainted blood is useful for something.
conversations.prefix: Bloodtech Invisibility: