conversations.from: system
conversations.value: The end of times has come, according to the Usurper's calendar, but the rest of the gods in the multipantheon and their entourages don't exactly agree.  In a world where faith went out of style, the reigning champion and the pagan gods of old fight over the confused masses who had been certain religion was just a lie.  Luckily, the Usurper must wrangle three sects of believers who all hate one another.  Unfortunately, the gods of the South-East are content to sit back and watch the war play out before they commit to one side or another, and they're the only ones in the multipantheon with any real power left.  
  
  Welcome to Aragnarok, the bastion of survival and rebellious ancient gods.  Mortals and immortals live and work together to live now, in the second coming of the age of magic.  With technology discarded - forgotten in the horrors which kicked off Doomsday - it's now a time of fantasy become all too real.  Battling Rapture, the new (and better-outfitted) kingdom of the Usurper With Many Names, losing this battle means the end of the world.
  
  All the religions are correct; every god that has ever been believed in exists and they live among us.  They live on the belief of their followers like people live on food, water, and air.  The world has turned to your standard fantasy realm, with Aragnarok being a walled city-state.  Feel free to play as mortal, as any mythological creature, or as any non-Hindu deity (from a polytheistic tradition) of your choosing.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The pigeon is a little over-loaded with your orders.
conversations.prefix: A particularly small carrier pigeon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You'd be a great fighter, if you could hold a sword.
conversations.prefix: Weak:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sure, you're immortal, but you're also several thousand years old.  When you were a kid, you had to go to work up-pyramid BOTH WAYS.  Knees get sore and stuff.  Just power through.
conversations.prefix: Stiff Joints:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your new unit is going to have to work together, and Sverre simply doesn't have the resources to make a more cohesive team.
conversations.prefix: Make Friends:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A little gold won't go far in the market, but oh the places it can take you in a tavern!
conversations.prefix: A little gold:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Patrol hours: 10 AM - 4 PM
  
  Patrol Route: South Street (artisan sector) to city center, minimum five rounds.
conversations.prefix: Orders I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A little silver won't go far in the marketplace, but oh, the places it can take you in a tavern!
conversations.prefix: A little silver:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Former rulers of the pantheons form a council and the board of a major corporation with its fingers in everything.
conversations.prefix: DivCorp:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's witch trials all over; someone saw you and they're going to end the abomination one way or another.
conversations.prefix: Malicious Believer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A random, tiny surge of power threatens to ruin you.
conversations.prefix: +1 Ironic Follower:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A trick you pull out all the time is suddenly gone, replaced with a power completely unrelated.
conversations.prefix: +1 Ironic Follower:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Good news!  You're completely mortal for the time being.  Get someone who believes to remind you of who you really are.
conversations.prefix: Faltering:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This bar is such a hole in the wall that its name doesn't even matter
conversations.prefix: A Shady Bar:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: URGENT
  Report to artisan district pavilion immediately for disciplinary meeting.
conversations.prefix: Orders II:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Patrol hours: 5 AM - 10 PM
  Patrol Route: Upper Cistern.  Perimeter minimum five rounds.  Causeway minimum ten rounds.
conversations.prefix: Orders III:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Report to the Upper Cistern Causeway at 5AM
  
  Patrol until 10 PM, minimum five laps of Cistern perimeter, ten laps of causeway.
conversations.prefix: Orders III:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Find a penny, pick it up...
conversations.prefix: A penny:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The hell are these things?
conversations.prefix: ???:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The hell are these things?
conversations.prefix: ???:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: I can't make the joke I want to make about tentacle monsters.
  
  Seriously, though.  This thing has tentacles and is big enough to drag a whale under.  You should probably deal with it quickly.
conversations.prefix: Tentacle Monster!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Souls sometimes give interesting information and trinkets when you drop them off in the afterlife.
conversations.prefix: Take a Soul:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A god of Death needs no weapon.  Also, the armorer was temporarily out of standard issue swords.
conversations.prefix: Death's Icy Grasp:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Not following protocol and stuffing souls into the afterlife sometimes can have its perks.
conversations.prefix: Interrogate the Captured Soul:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Unit will report to Lower Cistern to oversee repair efforts.  Assume Lower Cistern denizens to be unaggressive,but dangerous.  
conversations.prefix: Orders IV:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Remove dead Lusca from Upper Cistern without unblocking hole.  
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B (Baron Samedi):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Remove dead Lusca from Upper Cistern without unblocking hole.    
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Oh, how lovely!
conversations.prefix: Pretty Flowers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Things are just moving too fast; you're going to miss something if you don't take your time.
conversations.prefix: Slow Time:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's very difficult to outfit gods who don't actually have any hands.
conversations.prefix: Horned Mask:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Guard mortal (Mitxel)
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Guard mortal (Mitxel)
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B (Zeymahzin):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: the locations of important artifacts can sometimes be discerned by the whispers of the world.
conversations.prefix: Commune with Nature:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There's probably a hymn in here for just about anything...
conversations.prefix: Hymnbook:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dipping into the sacred wine, hmm?
conversations.prefix: Bottle of Wine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: there might not be music playing, but you sure can feel it in your soul!
conversations.prefix: It's Dancey-dance time!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Also known as his beatin' stick, party wand, and pimp cane, if you take the pine cone off of the thyrsus, it becomes a fairly handy weapon, and definitely isn't compensation (or representation) for anything at all.
conversations.prefix: Quarterstaff of Bacchus:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You never know what will come of a little chaotic action!
conversations.prefix: Sow Chaos:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Upper Cistern is the drinking supply for the whole city.  Its waters are clean and pure.
conversations.prefix: Upper Cistern Water:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Now featuring colorful explosions, because why the hell not?
conversations.prefix: Bombs:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The writing is a little washed-out and the alphabet involved has faded to an academic elective in this city,  but the sketches inside are clear.  With a little background knowledge, the entries can probably be puzzled out, too.
conversations.prefix: Field Journal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This bottle probably had something in it at some point...
conversations.prefix: Empty Bottle:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's in a sort of beaker - the cork probably rotted away.
conversations.prefix: Strange Residue:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Most items are in high demand.  Don't let your forge sleep too long!
conversations.prefix: Create a New Artifact:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: As a tool, it creates.  As a weapon, though, it decimates.
conversations.prefix: Forgehammer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Repair Cistern floor.
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Repair Cistern floor
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B (Vulcan):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Though the times are hard, a little feasting is always in order!
conversations.prefix: Eat, Drink, be Merry:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It says something about "Elessa's roseglass"
conversations.prefix: Discarded flyer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some bread, baked for the glory of the gods.  Or for dinner.  Whichever.
conversations.prefix: Bread:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Report to Sverre as needed via carrier crow.
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B (Skuld):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Report to Sverre as needed via carrier crow.   
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Armory was out of new ones, so we just sharpened yours up.  
conversations.prefix: Your Own Sword:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ancient knowledge is what you do; even the most outdated information surely has some use, right?
conversations.prefix: Search Ancient Knowledge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Just some notes on a few words that really are more useful in a well-indexed print edition.
conversations.prefix: Spellbook:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Map the Lower Cistern.  Record any miscellaneous notable findings.  
  
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B (Dejhuty):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Map the Lower Cistern. Record any miscellaneous notable findings.    
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sometimes you need to squeeze into small areas; who knows what kitty can find?
conversations.prefix: It's a Cat's Life:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some fruit, left near an altar.
conversations.prefix: Fruit:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Shiny!
conversations.prefix: Loose Crow Feather:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You use claws as a cat; why not as a person, too?
conversations.prefix: Clawed Gauntlets:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cetus hasn't surfaced since he was channeled into the bottom of the Cistern seventy years ago.  Seeing him might have distracted the purification gods, and the water of the Cistern briefly carried the blood of the wounded whale.
conversations.prefix: Blood of the Leviathan:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Guard mortal (Txomin)   
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Guard mortal (Txomin)
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B (Bastet):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Unit will report to Lower Cistern to oversee repair efforts.  Assume Lower Cistern denizens to be unaggressive,but dangerous.  
  
  Additional individual orders:  
  Djehuty:  Map the Lower Cistern.  Record any miscellaneous notable findings.  
  Vulcan:  Repair Cistern floor
  Baron Samedi: Remove dead Lusca from Upper Cistern without unblocking hole.  
  Bastet:  Guard mortal (Txomin)
  Zeymahzin: Guard mortal (Mitxel)
conversations.prefix: Orders IV:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Usurper has gained enough power to subsist on prayer, but the gods in the multipantheon league still need sacrifice to maintain proper power.  Still, it's a good system.  Put a fraction in of what you want out; there are no other systems in the world that can do that!
conversations.prefix: Sacrificial Meal:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: YOU can do it!  You CAN!  YOU are important!  Don't you agree?  AGREE!
conversations.prefix: Sermonize:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Support divine unit by worship and ritual as needed.
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Support divine unit by belief and ritual as needed.
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B (Txomin):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sometimes, when there's an issue, the only real solution is to throw money at it.
conversations.prefix: Quite a Lot of Gold:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Slender, elegant swords, probably imported by an ancestor long ago.  They're still sharp, and have all the fine worksmanship of the best mortal smiths.  
  
  Plus a few tempering blessings from one or another resident god.
conversations.prefix: Gentleman's Rapier(s):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Smooth things over, quick!  A young lady from The Wall speaks volumes of your talented tongue, so you had best put it to great use.
conversations.prefix: Talk it Out:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Support divine unit by belief and ritual as needed.
conversations.prefix: Orders IV B (Mitxel):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Play a song, bash a head... mostly play a song, though.  Some skulls are pretty thick.  Not the owner's, of course.
conversations.prefix: Sturdy Lute:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Look over there!  It's a jester!  It's a cat!  It's a perfectly average sight that I am pretending is extraordinary!
conversations.prefix: Misdirection!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: His hand is glowing and he can't talk.  There is probably an issue here.
conversations.prefix: Mitxel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's something acutely off about this water.  Namely, the fact that it glows.  And seems to be reactive to godhead.
conversations.prefix: Glowing Water:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're always running a temperature and would probably be happier in Mexico or Hawai'i, but Aragnarok it is, for whatever reason. 
  
  Your skin doesn't blister or even notice pain when it comes to heat.  You can blow people up, of course, but watch that temper or Sverre will have your hide.
conversations.prefix: Fire Deity:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The more water, the better.  Luckily, the great cistern below your feet gives you a place to relax.  
  
  Your greatest strength is in purifying all the water in someone's body - it pops right out from their skin, and they're left to disintegrate. However, this takes time.  You'll often be called to the battlefield to quench thirsts and perform mild healing, and you may be called to the Cistern in case of short-handedness.
conversations.prefix: Water Deity:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The upper cistern is a beautiful space of pure, clean water.  Maintained by water nymphs and elementals, the sweet waters lap against the walkways leading to the deepest hospital, where those who are magically impaired seek refuge.
conversations.prefix: The Great Cistern (Upper):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The streets are narrow and cobbled together from chunks of bedrock left over from excavating the cistern.
conversations.prefix: The Street:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The gods of death quietly tend to ceremonies for those fallen in war.
conversations.prefix: Memorial Garden:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Warm water and good company meet in the unisex social baths.
conversations.prefix: The Baths:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Deep in the lowest reaches of the wall, the poor of the city live in cramped, dark rooms.
conversations.prefix: The Wall (slums):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The smallest of the lower terraces hold markets, craftsmen, and artisans.
conversations.prefix: The Wall Terraces (Markets):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Upper levels of the wall house soldiers.
conversations.prefix: The Wall (Barracks):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: soldiers work on formations and other practice all around.
conversations.prefix: The Wall Terraces (parade grounds):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Because of the shielding properties of the wall, farm animals have to stay safe inside.  It's a little cramped, but nature spirits help the grass stay green.
conversations.prefix: The Wall Terraces (Pasture):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's quite fashionable to have a victory garden for your children to keep.  Everyone must do their part to ensure the city's survival.
conversations.prefix: The Wall Terraces (victory gardens):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: All of the crops have to stay secure inside the wall.  The largest terrace is devoted to growing food for the city; luckily there are deities of fertility and harvest around to ensure there's enough... almost.
conversations.prefix: The Wall Terraces (Fields):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Only soldiers are permitted here, as constant siege renders this level rather dangerous.  Besides, a civilian would only be in the way in case of real attack.
conversations.prefix: The Wall (Parapets):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The uppermost terrace is paved over for the most part, to ensure orderly formation of defensive ranks before deployment.
conversations.prefix: The Wall Terraces (walkabout):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Black Cock himself, newest in the league of demigods and hero of the early Doomsday battles, is technically the leader of Aragnarok.  His divinity is questionable, since he's lately seemed more god than demi.  He and the Germanic gods founded the refuge two generations ago, and it's been through his careful leadership that the gods and mortals haven't yet started killing each other.
conversations.prefix: Sverre:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're a little bloodthirsty and unreasonable, but you're hugely important to the war effort.  As a general of the army, you're going to have to put your life at risk - remember, the Usurper can (and probably will) kill you.
  
  Your blessings sway the course of battle.  In day-to-day life, your powers don't have much import, unless you're getting into yet another bar brawl.
conversations.prefix: God of War:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mortals outnumber gods by around 30,000,000 to 1.  You have Sverre's ear, and in the end, the war will be determined by you.
  
  You are a wildcard.  Your personality and your destiny are what YOU make them to be.
conversations.prefix: Mortal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your powers over weather - whatever they may be - are useful on and off the battlefield.  The crops can't grow without a little rain, but the mortals might revolt if the sun never shines!
conversations.prefix: Elemental of "The Elements":
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Harvests, fertility, earth... plants, plants, plants!  And animals.  They always forget the animals.  Anyway, you're vital to the continued operation of life as we know it, and sometimes you're even handy in battle!
conversations.prefix: Spirit of Nature:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This constant war is good for your health, and ONLY yours.  
  
  Yes, you can kill people on the spot, but you are bound by ritual and rules.  Besides, you're the one who has to ferry your magical kills into the Underworld.  Maybe it would be better to just use a knife.
  
  I wonder who takes care of business if YOU'RE the one dying?
conversations.prefix: God of Death:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Run, run, as fast as you can!  Well, you're not the Gingerbread man, but in a race between you and him, you'll be waiting at the finish line with a glass of milk.
conversations.prefix: Quick:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's hard to be a warrior when you're just so... small.
conversations.prefix: Scrawny:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your good deeds do not go unnoticed!
conversations.prefix: Kind:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Who knows what you're up to?  The only reason anyone trusts you in Aragnarok is because you're just as at-war with the Usurper as anyone else.  
  
  You can pull tricks out of your sleeve, can con anyone, and can even slightly alter the fabric of reality on very, very rare occasion.
conversations.prefix: God of Chaos:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're physically strong, and can probably swing a sword around.
conversations.prefix: Strong:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: People are dying to meet you, to impress you, to be charmed by you. You’re so cool.
  
  You're highly connected, and if you run into someone, you probably already know them.  Or, rather, they know you.
conversations.prefix: Important:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can quickly analyze situations and find solutions.
conversations.prefix: Clever:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have much knowledge on how things work in the world and know where to go to get things done.
conversations.prefix: Wise:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can convince people that the sky is blue and that Thor is a minor goddess of childbirth.  Your tongue can unlock many doors and smooth over many situations.
conversations.prefix: Charismatic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your information on many subjects is excellent, and, as a result, you always have an answer.
conversations.prefix: Educated:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your hand-eye coordination is superb!  Before all this nonsense, you would have been a great Mariokart player.  Now, though, it's just longbows and artisan work for you.
conversations.prefix: Dextrous:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A friend once bragged that they could do a standing backflip. 
  
  Your only thought was, "pfft.  Amateur."
conversations.prefix: Agile:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You don't have a rapport with anyone.  In fact, no one ever really notices you when it comes to social settings.
conversations.prefix: Unknown:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are made of shadows and silence.
conversations.prefix: Stealthy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your words betray you and give people the wrong impression.  ALL.  THE.  TIME.
conversations.prefix: Ill-spoken:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It takes you a little longer to process things.
conversations.prefix: Dim:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have much to learn in the ways of the world, grasshopper.
conversations.prefix: Naive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you even know anything?  Sometimes the things that come out of your mouth just make people stop and gape.
conversations.prefix: Ignorant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Running.  Not really your thing.  Besides, when you do it, you're still slower than other people's walk.
conversations.prefix: Slow:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What on earth did you just trip over?  A dust mote?  Yourself?  You weren't even walking!  YOU WEREN'T EVEN STANDING!
conversations.prefix: Clumsy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your nickname, seriously, is Butterfingers.
conversations.prefix: Fumbling:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: People don't want to help someone who just called them stupid.  Or worse.
conversations.prefix: Mean:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You just don't notice things.
conversations.prefix: Unobservant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are the equivalent of a Minotaur in a potter's shop.  Maybe you ARE a minotaur in a potter's shop.  It's hard to tell the difference sometimes.
conversations.prefix: Bumbling:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A regular bloodhound, you are!
conversations.prefix: Keen Sense (Scent):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can see time!  Just kidding.  You can see long distances and small details especially well, though.
conversations.prefix: Keen Sense (Sight):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The neighbor is playing peek-a-boo with his niece.  Which neighbor?  The one on the other side of the city.
conversations.prefix: Keen Sense (Hearing):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The garlic in this casserole was grown in Miss Ella's garden, wasn't it?  You can definitely tell.
conversations.prefix: Keen Sense (Taste):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Maybe try squinting a little harder?
conversations.prefix: Poor Vision:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: WHAT WAS THAT?  HEH?  
  
  It's okay; lots of people are in this town.  Warfare does that to a population.
  
  Unfortunately, hearing aids died with the first wave of armageddon, so you're kind of out of luck.
conversations.prefix: Hard of Hearing:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You just want to see everything made equal.  Your righteous sense of morality will pave the way to a bright new world!
conversations.prefix: Justice!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The people are free, sure, but certain death awaits anyone who leaves the protective wall.  By free the city, you really mean end the war.  Hippie peace lover.
conversations.prefix: Free the City:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You need to do things the right way, with the correct ritual and a healthy dose of morality.
conversations.prefix: Do it Right, or Not at All.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You believe that people will pay back a good turn, and you choose to help the war effort by spreading health, joy, and general goodness.
conversations.prefix: Do Unto Others...:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You wish to bring honor to your family... or escape dishonor already brought upon them.
conversations.prefix: For Honor!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The slums were always revolting, but now it's a different context.  A problem with the amenities means the poor have flooded the streets.  Find a way to end this, NOW!
conversations.prefix: Rebellion!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: ... and also the handyman.  You're going to fix your own flaws and repair what others have broken within you.
conversations.prefix: You're a Fixer-Upper...:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whoever thought that putting Sleipnir to stud with the mares of Dionysius was an idiot.  carnivorous eight-legged spider-horses have escaped (again) and are terrorizing the area. Kill them.  Kill them all.
conversations.prefix: Spidermares!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The upper and lower Cisterns have sprung a leak; everything is horrible and anyone with a water-based power should turn their magic downwards to get this sorted out.  You're down to your wits and your physical prowess!
conversations.prefix: The Cistern... what a $#!%-hole!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What happened?  This is why everyone was against an omnipotent member of the pantheon.  Everyone is sick, meaning that if you're a mortal, you're completely out of it, and if you're not, then the whole city is shut down.  And you still have to go through quarantines, because while you can't get sick, you can carry the germs.
conversations.prefix: Plague!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's all in the title!
conversations.prefix: Run Away!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: I hope you're sure-footed, because the city's roofs are far from level.
conversations.prefix: Rooftop Chase Scene:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Keep your hands on the reins and avoid the pedestrians!
conversations.prefix: Chariot Chase!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Believers of the Usurper have infiltrated the city and picked you for assassination.  Deal with it quickly; they have blessed weapons.
conversations.prefix: Spies:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Grand steps lead to the central building of the temple district.  A general temple dedicated to all the gods in the league, the Great Temple is always bustling.
conversations.prefix: The Temple Palace (Steps):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nothing bad ever comes of impressing the Black Cock.
conversations.prefix: Impress Sverre:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The slums were always revolting, but now it's a different context.  A problem with the amenities means the poor have flooded the streets.  Fight your way out and lay low until they're done plundering.
conversations.prefix: Rebellion!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's carrying far too many missives for a bird of its size.
conversations.prefix: A particularly small carrier crow:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A god of many names, His hijack of the multipantheon started millenia ago.
conversations.prefix: The Usurper:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Patrol hours: 5 AM - 10 PM
  Patrol Route: Upper Cistern.  Perimeter minimum five rounds.  Causeway minimum ten rounds.
conversations.prefix: Orders III:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Usually full of weddings and painters, the pavilion is the centre of the district and was intended to be a place of import.  It's not.
conversations.prefix: Artisan District Pavilion:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: After that whole ordeal, you've got some explaining to do!
conversations.prefix: You Done Mucked Up!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This pub probably has a name, but no one knows it.  Even the owner and the bartender just sort of stammer when asked about their establishment's title.  Still, the drinks are strong and the atmosphere is friendly, so it's a good place to sit and relax.
conversations.prefix: A Friendly Pub:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Not surprising; the lower Cistern was sealed with prisoners inside, and not all the prisoners were immortal.
conversations.prefix: Skeleton:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A sibling of the great fish slain for Andromeda, he is the swallower of Jonah and the rare-sighted prize of the ocean.  This unique, white, dual-finned giant  inspired myriad books and seabourne nightmares.
  
  When fighting the Usurper, you need a Leviathan on your side.
conversations.prefix: Cetus:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: I can't make the joke I want to make about tentacle monsters.
  
  Seriously, though.  This thing has tentacles and is big enough to drag a whale under.  You should probably deal with it quickly.
conversations.prefix: Tentacle Monster!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Why are you even in here?  It's dank, disgusting, and the only people down here are the antisocial elementals who purify the water for pumping into the upper cistern.
conversations.prefix: The Great Cistern (Lower):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's kind of blah - the wood looks like it should be rich and grand, but it's just not.
conversations.prefix: Sverre's Office:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Patrol hours: 10 AM - 4 PM
  
  Patrol Route: South Street (artisan sector) to city center, minimum five rounds.
conversations.prefix: Orders I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Drink from the fountain, darling. I think you'll be surprised at what you find at its bottom.
conversations.prefix: God of Wine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Eventually, this whole thing is going to come to an end. Let's go out with a heaven of a bang.
conversations.prefix: Throw the Best Party EVER:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The god of war needs swords. The god of the field, plow shears. Knowing how to make what is needed, whether it be a basic hoe or a shield displaying the history of a people, he who creates will be remember. After all, not even the gods are immortal in the end.
conversations.prefix: Creative:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When your foot is already weak a fall spanning a summers day doesn't help matters. More than simply slow, Vulcan is crippled in a divine level.
conversations.prefix: Lame:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Warrior maidens born of Odin, these women select the spirits to ascend to Valhalla.
conversations.prefix: Valkyrie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Just as disbelief can kill a god, so can new belief birth them, even when that belief came from a work not originally intended to be taken religiously.
   Newer gods are looked down on by the old divinity, but what do you care? Your faithful are still faithful.
conversations.prefix: New God:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: it's all about numero uno. Other people are merely pawns on the great chessboard of life, and you intend to win. Who cares if a few pawns are sacrificed?
conversations.prefix: Egotistical:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: People need a leader during times like these. Who better than you? Bring down the Usurper and take your rightful place.
conversations.prefix: Usurp The Usurper:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Just as disbelief can kill a god, so can new belief birth them, even when that belief came from a work not originally intended to be taken religiously.
  
  Newer gods are looked down on by the old divinity, but what do you care? Your faithful are still faithful.
conversations.prefix: New God:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You don't have a rapport with anyone.  In fact, no one ever really notices you when it comes to social settings. This is doubly worse when you rely on being believed in to live.
conversations.prefix: Unknown:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are a god more skilled in lore and learning than in warfare. Diplomat, scribe, even magician ... Your uses are many and varied.
conversations.prefix: Mediator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Rum, tobacco, even a little bit of ass (and it doesn't matter whose). When you're a god, the best sacrifice is vice.
conversations.prefix: Addicted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A god of rebirth and life. A symbol of fertility. You always die, but you always come back. That gives you a ... unique look at life.
conversations.prefix: Kind:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You give others a second chance, even when they clearly do not deserve it.
conversations.prefix: Merciful:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You believe that people will pay back a good turn, and you choose to help the war effort by spreading health, joy, and general goodness.
conversations.prefix: Do Unto Others...:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Nothing is more entertaining to you than chaos itself.  And the current circumstances are just rife with chaos.
  
  While you're probably not going to turn tables on your 'allies' and betray them...  They aren't all that certain of it.  And quite frankly, neither are you.
conversations.prefix: For fun:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are the vanguard against evil in spirit and physical form; little slips past you when it threatens another.
conversations.prefix: Goddess of Protection:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Only cunning keeps you safe in female form; as a cat, you are quick and stealthy...and small.
conversations.prefix: Vulnerable:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A malevolence steeps without the walls and creeps inside the city each day. Your purpose is to send this evil back to the underworld that spawned it.
conversations.prefix: Cleanse the City:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In our recent time, while religions where slowly disappearing, people turned to worship a new being, "The Internet", and gave it life. Controlling the flow of all things and the infinite science, thou are "The Network"
conversations.prefix: Network Deity:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As a newly born god, and as the God of the network, created by humans, you are not strong. Yet you hold infinite potential. Your power "Assimilate" permits you to deconstruct everything and every informations into code and then assimilate it as your own. It may seem weak but don't worry ! Magic and powers can of course be broke into code lines.
conversations.prefix: Assimilate:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Everything can be reduced to lines of codes. Well... Not everything... Emotions are something you can't understand, yet they fascinates you. Perhaps once you'll have accumulated even more knowledge... We'll see.
conversations.prefix: Artificial Emotions:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: By assimilating all knowledge and data to ever have existed, you believe you can become the "Perfect God" and correct the world's imperfections and faults. But is that for the best ?
conversations.prefix: Perfect Being:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Let’s be gods!  The perks are great – and while it certainly wasn’t your plan (at the outset) to trick a bunch of extremely sheltered natives into believing you were gods, that didn’t stop you from rolling with it when the opportunity presented itself.  Of course, that whole *god* thing is just part of the con….right?
conversations.prefix: Mistaken for a God:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There will be no sacrifices – not now, not ever!  What you lack in wits, you make up for in sheer passion, and you can’t help but open your heart up to just about everyone you meet.  Will it make trouble for you down the road?  Probably.  But you’re not about to leave someone – even a stranger – in a jam.
conversations.prefix: Big-Hearted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You know that little voice people have that tells them to quit while they’re ahead?  You don’t have one.  You tend to get caught up in the heat of the moment, and your mouth gets you (and, by extension, everyone around you) into more trouble than necessary. 
conversations.prefix: What Little Voice?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A map?  Let’s have a look!  Money’s not the only thing in the world, and while you like it well enough, you have other priorities.  You look at your life as a grand adventure, and can’t help jumping at it whenever the opportunity happens to present itself. 
conversations.prefix: Eye for Adventure:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: "If they say that I'm a god, that's what I am!"
  
  So via a combination of terrible decisions and awful luck, you and your partner-in-crime wound up being worshiped as gods by a people who were somewhat less in touch with modern society than you expected. (What? It all escalated *so quickly*.)
  
  You still require food, and drink (that weird trippy wine that was your godly tribute is always preferable), and a body to keep all your blood handy in, so you're still mortal, of course. That whole "god" thing was just part of the sham, wasn't it?
  
  Sure it was.
conversations.prefix: Mistaken For a God:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: "Great. Sensational.
  
  That's your plan, is it?
  
  ...Well, I like it!"
  
  You always have a plan.
  
  *Always*.
  
  Granted, sometimes it takes you a little while to come up with the particulars, and frequently you need to visualize the elements with whatever props happen to be handy (grapes, cups, little paper umbrellas—you know, the usual), but you always, always come up with *something*.
  
  Eventually.
conversations.prefix: A Clever Plan!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: "I worry exactly the right amount! You can *never* worry *too much*."
  
  The major malfunction with the world as you see it is that things do not always go according to your clever plans.
  
  And when things do not go according to your clever plans, you tend to worry, sometimes to the point of worrying because there is nothing to worry about, and so *obviously you are missing something*.
  
  Some might say you worry *excessively*, but you know better. Oh, yes, you do.
conversations.prefix: Notorious Worrywart:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: "Tons of gold for you, hey!
  
  Tons of gold for me, hey! 
  
  Tons of gold for we, *hey!*"
  
  Gold! Cash! Fortune!
  
  Women draped in jewels, lying on cloth-of-gold sheets!
  
  A *literal **infinity** of riches!*
  
  Since, however, none of these wondrous things seem to be immediately forthcoming, life with Mitxel is certainly... well, an adventure.
  
  A *rich* adventure.
conversations.prefix: Gold, Gold, Gold!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The metal that grows from your body and those bangles your worshipers gave you aren't just for show, you know.
conversations.prefix: Armoured:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Anansi may own all the stories, but the words are all yours. And sometimes, a few good words is all you need.
conversations.prefix: Wordsmith:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sometimes your passion gets away from you
conversations.prefix: Hot Headed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Romans corrupted me, made me all about excess and frivolity. 
  
  But I have other, older forms.
conversations.prefix: Dionysus:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: "...if a well-born man drew it himself, it burst into flame from its hilt to its tip. And everyone who used to ask for it would receive; but because of this peculiarity everyone used to reject it."
conversations.prefix: Dyrnwyn:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your powers *really* aren't what they used to be.
conversations.prefix: Fading:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A golden apple.  Shifting letters in Greek are written on it.
conversations.prefix: Golden Apple: