conversations.from: system
conversations.value: London, 1905. King Edward is on the throne, and the British Empire is at the height of its power. The demons that crawled out of the ground fifty years ago have settled in splendidly and offer loans of life from their bank at really quite reasonable rates, if you'll put up your soul as collateral. Britain's magic is at an all-time low, but it doesn't seem to be much of a problem, since foreign magic is no better off. All in all, things are going rather well.
  
  Or they were until someone smashed up the British Museum's Egypt room and started chopping off heads.
  
  Earlier this morning, the police began a desperate search for the perpetrator, but have turned up nothing of use. Undoubtedly they will call in the great consulting detective, Berwick Strachan, to see what he has to say on the matter. Aside from these people and a few select others, the whole affair is still unknown - but soon enough it will leak, and by tonight London will be ablaze with rumour. Particularly if someone finds out that the demons, normally unconcerned about anything beyond the walls of their Bank, are putting together an investigation of their own.
  
  That's where you come in. Each of you lost your souls to the demons at some point - whether through a loan of life gone wrong, or in exchange for magic, or for some other reason. Perhaps you simply didn't need it and sold it for cash. Whatever it was, the demons have contacted you now. You can all have your souls back, they say, and your debts cancelled - if you will find and destroy this strange enemy on their behalf.
  
  None of you have much of an idea of what they're up to, but everyone knows that demons *never* willingly part with a soul. Something terrible has begun - terrible enough to topple kings, fracture the Empire and threaten the power of Hell itself.
  
  And they want you to stop it.
  
  *Your adversary is cunning and the path they have left is not exactly clear. Expect to have to do a fair bit of detective work here and there to pick up their trail properly.*
  
  *When creating a character, please do come up with your own cards if you'd like, as long as you don't give yourself any sort of advantage over the demons. Interestingly flawed characters are a particular weakness of mine! In addition to the usual backstory, I'd like to know how and why your character lost their soul to the Bank - did they default on a loan? Did they swap or sell it? Or were they tricked into giving it up? As well as that, the enemy you face is a potent one: do you have any idea how to defeat them, and why were you chosen to do so? I am **not** looking for five experienced warriors; the demons picked you out by examining your souls, without much regard for the bodies that house them. Your character may or may not be aware of what inner qualities the demons saw in them, but you ought to mention it in the biography.*
  
  *I'm looking for around five varied players, with an option to extend the group if there's a character concept I fall in love with that won't otherwise fit.*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The house of Mr & Mrs. J. B. Waverley, Esq. Not what we would call really *high* class, but their daughter Mary's performances on the pianoforte are not to be missed.
conversations.prefix: The Waverleys' House:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A gracious society beauty who has slowly fossilised over the years into something like a glacier in an expensive gown. It would not be advisable to cross her. At least, not if you want a quiet evening.
conversations.prefix: Mrs Waverley:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tall, balding and enormously dull - but he has a few useful connections in the upper echelons of the government. Don't let him start talking about his garden.
conversations.prefix: Mr Waverley:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Most demons hide their names, but this one hides his face too, beneath a voluminous cowl. Or her face. It's hard to tell from just that grinding-stone voice.
conversations.prefix: The Monk:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've made a valuable contact. Use their services wisely.
conversations.prefix: A Friend in a High Place:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Be bold, be bold, and everywhere be bold! This is your first season in society, young lady, and as such you have the advantage of novelty when it comes to making an impression.
conversations.prefix: Debutante:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The seal and signature of someone of note, all attached to a letter asking the recipient to take you seriously. How perfectly marvellous.
conversations.prefix: Letter of Introduction:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This may not really be your natural habitat, but you have a network of clients to maintain and new ones to seek out. People have a certain respect for you, even if they do not like you.
conversations.prefix: Lawyer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're *nouveau riche*, and this world is new and foreign to you. Still, your determination to succeed here and cement your place among the upper classes is unmatched.
conversations.prefix: New Money:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your marriage has suffered an untimely end, but you have independent means now, at least. People tend to respect you, or pity you. Either way, if you play your cards right, they will certainly underestimate you.
conversations.prefix: Widow:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lord or Lady, Earl or Countess - whatever you are exactly, you have a title as well as an estate. Depending on how fancy it is, your introductions are a good deal more impressive than those of others.
conversations.prefix: Peer of the Realm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a good solid military title and experience fighting for King and country. People respect that sort of thing, and if you should ever need to use a weapon, you have a decided advantage.
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Oh, you may have a title now, or you may not - but wouldn't you like a *better* one? Becoming a peer would be the icing on the cake of your social aspirations.
conversations.prefix: He hath honour'd me of late . . .:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: But why? What are they doing in London? And why now? Weighty questions indeed, and potentially dangerous - but ones you are determined to answer.
conversations.prefix: Hell is empty, and all the devils are here:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're low on money, or you need a leg-up on the social ladder. Perhaps you're in love with someone. Whatever the reason, you're determined to come out of this with a spouse.
conversations.prefix: A truth universally acknowledged . . .:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The demons would approve. By hook or by crook, you're going to come out of this rich as Croesus. Richer, if possible. Wouldn't that just be *splendid?*
conversations.prefix: The root of all evil. . .:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: All demons guard their names, but this one's pseudonym is decidedly odd. You aren't sure what to make of him, especially with the strange way his eyes keep twitching. As if they want to break free of his face.
conversations.prefix: The Lizard:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: She looks like a sweet old dear, but watch yourself. Half the gentry owe her favours of one sort or another, and no matter how many times she calls them in their debt always seems to remain.
conversations.prefix: The Countess of Pembroke:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Who are you, exactly? What do you want? Why are you here? Are you even *supposed* to be here?
conversations.prefix: Unknown:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You suffer from a distinct lack of propriety. That's not the right use of a pomegranate straw, for instance. And that is certainly not the correct term of address for a Duchess.
conversations.prefix: Indecorous:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You haven't quite figured out how the whole society thing works yet. As a result, you miss opportunities you might otherwise have seen.
conversations.prefix: Inexperienced:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are the centre of the universe. It's a pity other people can't see that.
conversations.prefix: Proud:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have trouble dealing with demons. It's not that they're not nice people, it's that you simply can't rid yourself of the suspicion that if you turn your back on them for a moment they'll snaffle your soul.
conversations.prefix: Infernal distrust:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sir Walter holds one of the best-sounding offices in the country. It's a pity he doesn't have the looks, money or brains to back it up. Best not to tell him that to his face, though.
conversations.prefix: Sir Walter Tallow, Rouge Dragon Pursuivant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your biting wit is the stuff of drawing-room legend. Hilarious, clever and quite, quite cruel, your jokes and jibes enliven the dullest party.
conversations.prefix: Ironist:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Oh my. Who could resist *you?*
conversations.prefix: Gorgeous:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Not enough to be a full-fledged witch, but enough to require a licence. Which you may or may not have. Either way, you have just a couple of minor tricks up your sleeve.
conversations.prefix: A Touch of Magic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: People know who you are, or at least they recognise your face.
conversations.prefix: A known face:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When push comes to shove, you can discard compassion entirely. Let your enemies beware.
conversations.prefix: Ruthless:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Nothing else matters if you don't have the power to back it up. You may not have a specific sort in mind, but you want the strength to dominate others.
conversations.prefix: Thine be the power . . .:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is it? Can you extract it?
conversations.prefix: She has a secret:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You need a partner, or if not then something to do while everyone else dances.
conversations.prefix: The first dance:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Dear God, this looks dry. But don't take it too lightly. People will be watching.
conversations.prefix: A political debate:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whether you're a cabinet minister or a lifetime back-bencher, your affiliations lie with the world of politics.
conversations.prefix: Politician:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You lost it, or sold it, a long time ago. Maybe you regret it. Maybe you've never been happier. Either way, if people find out, they will look at you differently.
conversations.prefix: Soulless:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The layout of London is burnt into your brain. If someone mentions a street name, you've not only heard of it but you know the quickest way to get there.
conversations.prefix: The Knowledge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your knowledge is scattered, but sometimes you can work a miracle or two. Be careful that nothing backfires.
conversations.prefix: A touch of magic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The scratches on the inside of the sarcophagus lid look rather suspicious.
conversations.prefix: A Clue:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The order of events that Bates is suggesting is strange, isn't it?
conversations.prefix: A Clue:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You got a lot of good information. Let's hope Naberius thinks so too.
conversations.prefix: Make Your Report:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There are three things here that are wrong at least.
conversations.prefix: Find a Clue:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Why would professional thieves make such a mess? Especially when the statues they have moved weigh up to several tonnes?
conversations.prefix: A Clue:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A twisted piece of purple metal, blackened by soot and dirt. It whispers in something that sounds a lot but not completely like Dutch.
conversations.prefix: Spent Curse:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The ace of hearts, written in demons' blood on bone-white card. This is the luck the Bankers gave you; keep it safe, and make use of it if need be.
conversations.prefix: Bloody Playing Card:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're of the opinion that bullets solve a lot of problems. That's why you brought some along.
conversations.prefix: Pearl-handled revolver:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A few of the more successful copies of the work, rolled up inside a tube. These aren't finished, but you have the feeling you painted a secret into each. If only you could find them ...
conversations.prefix: The unfinished painting:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You don't quite remember how, but at some point during the course of your long society career you ended up being owed a few favours by the Tower. They may come in handy now.
conversations.prefix: Favours at the Tower:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Something about the position of the bodies is a poor fit with the current theory.
conversations.prefix: A Clue:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Be careful when you turn the pages; this thing is falling apart. Sometimes you can understand a word or two of it, and work a little miracle.
conversations.prefix: A crumbling grimoire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For jotting down extraordinary implications and notable secrets. Someone's got to keep track of what's going on, after all - and who better than the party's foremost scholar?
conversations.prefix: Leather notebook:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Definitely *not* the standard edition. Your former lover annotated this one during one of his visits. There's all sorts of information in here that could be useful, if you can find it.
conversations.prefix: Infernally-annotated Bible:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A roll of heavy-duty fabric containing a collection of tools designed to get you into places where you aren't wanted.
conversations.prefix: Intricate lockpicking equipment:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The ace of hearts, drawn in demons' blood on bone-white cardboard. This is the luck the Bankers gave you. Try not to spend it all at once.
conversations.prefix: Bloody Playing Card:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A tiny, silent lizard that lies coiled inside your pocket. He is the familiar given to you by the Bank; if you need to work magic, he can assist. He's also rather good at catching flies.
conversations.prefix: Orcus:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: In the centre of Soho, street maps are unreliable. Goblins are good engineers, and, left to their own devices, have filled the few roads they occupy with a dense tissue of new buildings, connected by alleys and rooftop rope bridges. Humans are not welcome here. Goblins are not welcome anywhere else.
conversations.prefix: The Tunnels:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The broodmother of the ragtag goblin clan that occupies the Tunnels. Shrewd, politic, and utterly ruthless, she maintains her leadership in the traditional goblin way: with thugs and very large guns.
conversations.prefix: Vlzëk:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Discuss things. Where will you go next?
conversations.prefix: Come to a Conclusion:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dead men don't tell tales - but they aren't silent either, to the inquiring pair of eyes.
conversations.prefix: Four Headless Bodies:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your mind or eyes tend to wander, and so you don't tend to see things that aren't immediately obvious.
conversations.prefix: Inattentive:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The theory the police have come up with doesn't quite work. What's the problem here?
conversations.prefix: An ornate sarcophagus:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gambler, debtor, drinker, general debauchee - really, you're a disgrace to your family name, assuming that you still have one. But it does lend you a certain roguish charm.
conversations.prefix: Rake:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've been playing your game for years, making the circuits of the parties and the families. The first to hear rumours and the last to believe them, you know your way around London society better than anyone.
conversations.prefix: Socialite:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Men, women and others in sober dress. Jolly demons with retracted horns and smoky eyes. It's all rather genteel here. Don't be fooled - this is the part of London where the Bank of England and its more sinister sister, the Bank of Hades, lie. Money and souls flow through this place like blood across a battlefield.
conversations.prefix: The City:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're not so good with those, er, word things. Talking to you can be an uphill struggle.
conversations.prefix: Inarticulate:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A fit of rage at the wrong moment can ruin everything. You are living testimony to this fact.
conversations.prefix: Hot-tempered:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's not a bad thing to be a good person. But it puts you at a disadvantage in a city like this.
conversations.prefix: Merciful:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have a few friends in important places. Some of them will doubtless be willing to do you a favour.
conversations.prefix: Connected:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're gorgeous, or eloquent, or you carry an alarmingly large firearm. For whatever reason, you have an advantage when it comes to making people do what you want.
conversations.prefix: Persuasive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Strong as an ox! Feats of physical might are as nothing to you. You're a veritable modern-day Samson, only without the blinding and the death. You hope.
conversations.prefix: Puissant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Thief, murderer, horticultural sabotage: the London underworld has many spheres. You move in some or all of them.
conversations.prefix: Criminal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Knowledge is power. Secrets, doubly so. There's something important that you need to find out.
conversations.prefix: A little learning is a dangerous thing:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've shot elephant in Africa, tiger in India, and troll in the Balkans. You even bagged a unicorn in Austria, once. Now you're after something closer to home. London has many monsters - and you'd like to put one on your wall.
conversations.prefix: The big one:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When all's said and done, most things - and people - have a price. Your pockets, you flatter yourself, are deep enough to pay it.
conversations.prefix: Wealthy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Watch out for magic. Demon tricks and witchcraft are more than usually effective on you.
conversations.prefix: Susceptible:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You aren't very strong. Whether or not this is a problem really depends on who's trying to hit you.
conversations.prefix: Delicate:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone or something has wronged you, and that's not something you're going to let slide.
conversations.prefix: Remember me:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Springs and gears, chemicals and corks, twisted metal and interesting bits of glassware - you've a knack for knocking things together. Things that mostly do not explode. Hopefully.
conversations.prefix: Inventor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Not much of a witch, certainly. The golden era of witchcraft is long since past. But you've paid your dues to the demons, or you were born with spells in your fingers, and you've made a career out of what power you have.
conversations.prefix: Witch:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This was supposed to be your first season in society. Unfortunately, things haven't quite worked out the way you planned.
conversations.prefix: Debutante:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's a relatively new thing, the private detective business, but you find it suits you well enough. The police don't always take too kindly to you poking about in their affairs, though. To say nothing of Strachan.
conversations.prefix: Detective:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're a malcontent with an axe to grind and a problem with the establishment. Whichever cause you espouse, you've made it nearly synonymous with your life.
conversations.prefix: Agitator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Nothing gets through a knotty problem half as fast as a quick brain. You always have a plan, or, if not, it'll only take you a moment to work out a new one.
conversations.prefix: Cunning:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The wrong people know who you are, and for all the wrong reasons. Your reputation sometimes causes you trouble.
conversations.prefix: Notorious:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Vaulting fences, ducking blows, scaling walls - it all comes naturally to you. It's the sort of thing that comes in handy when being chased by mysterious head-chopping enemies.
conversations.prefix: Agile:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Regrettably, they don't - *yet*. You're going to see to it that you become rich, famous, or some combination of the two.
conversations.prefix: Do you know who I am?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's not easy being a priest in a city full of demons. Especially when you have to hide your soullessness from the Bishop.
conversations.prefix: Vicar:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A great palace of a building, thrown up in a single night fifty years ago. It occupies an entire city block, and houses most of London's demons. Bring a bottle of water with you if you plan on staying long: the interior walls are plated in iron, and stepping inside is like walking into an oven.
conversations.prefix: The Bank of Asphodel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tread carefully. These are not beings to be trifled with. Half the population of the Tunnels seems to be at their backs, too.
conversations.prefix: Two Goblin Guards:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You hold certain values with fanatical devotion. This does not have a positive effect on your social life.
conversations.prefix: Zealous:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Poet? Painter? Professor of Cryptozoology? Whatever your exact job title, yours are the pursuits of the mind.
conversations.prefix: Intellectual:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A monument to the glory of the Empire! Or, to the more cynical, a storehouse of looted treasure. But they don't put that second one in the adverts.
conversations.prefix: The British Museum:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Who is she? And why does she look so very ... monstrous?
conversations.prefix: Laura:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Deliver the facts of the matter to Naberius, and try to come across as competent. If possible.
conversations.prefix: Make your Report:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The abode of the mysterious Countess herself. Richly furnished, tastefully decorated, and ominously silent. Be wary of opening those doors here that feel warm to the touch. In fact, don't open any doors at all.
conversations.prefix: 58 Grosvenor Street:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The headquarters of the Metropolitan Police Service, an institution that has the unenviable task of maintaining the law in a city full of magic and villainy. It's no wonder they so often call on the assistance of the consulting detective Berwick Strachan.
conversations.prefix: Scotland Yard:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've got a point to make and something to prove. Anyone thinking of stopping you had better think again.
conversations.prefix: Show them what's what:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Yours is a lonely life. You can't help but feel that you need a friend to call your own and complete it.
conversations.prefix: Filling the gap:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're trying to make a clean break with the past and start afresh.
conversations.prefix: A new leaf:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A rising star in the criminal underworld. They say he swapped his own soul for those of several others, and that he can command their skills and talents at will. Perhaps that's why people avoid him, although that may also have something to do with the colour of his skin.
conversations.prefix: Isidore Swan:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Fifty-four, grey-haired, affable. Few people in London are as knowledgeable as Strachan, but even fewer are as self-satisfied. They say he was trained by Holmes, and from the way he goes on it's certainly not hard to believe.
conversations.prefix: Berwick Strachan:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A raven, but not the sort you're familiar with: he's a writer, subversive, and suspected sexual deviant. Formerly well-known among a certain class of bohemian intellectual, he's been missing from London for the past fifteen years and his reputation has faded accordingly.
conversations.prefix: Vimineous Vantbrass:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Doesn't matter how it happened. You're cursed now, and all that matters to you is lifting it.
conversations.prefix: Cursed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your keen eye picks up on the smallest of details. Equally useful for navigating society events and crime scenes.
conversations.prefix: Observant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: He claims he was cast down to Hell not for fighting but for betting that Lucifer would win the war rather than God. Whether that's true or not, he certainly seems a little more human than the rest of his brethren. Perhaps that's why he was chosen to oversee your little quest.
conversations.prefix: Naberius:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Poor man. When he joined the force, he never expected anything like this. The difficulty he has in dealing with the supernatural is one reason why Strachan is such a frequent visitor to Scotland Yard.
conversations.prefix: The Chief Inspector:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There are a lot of facts tucked away inside that head of yours. You're quite good at adding to them, too.
conversations.prefix: Well-educated:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: An academic from the prestigious Miskatonic University in Massachusetts. What's he doing in London? And why does he have so many henchmen?
conversations.prefix: Isaiah Pike:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: She works with Strachan, specialising in hunting and tracking. People recognise her: there aren't many of her sort in London, and besides, they say she's a vicious piece of work. Of course, they could just be saying that because she's a goblin.
conversations.prefix: Tam:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A few good questions will impress the Bankers and ensure you go into this business with as much information as possible.
conversations.prefix: Pertinent questions:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The angel of God's vengeance. The War of Heaven is over, but his own fury is not yet spent. He fights a war of his own now, determined to see justice served on Earth.
conversations.prefix: Raguel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: They're only trying to do their job. Unfortunately, part of that job means keeping civilians out of police business.
conversations.prefix: Two bumbling policemen:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Hopefully, it won't be too hard. After all, you don't know the answers to half these questions yourself.
conversations.prefix: Evade Strachan's Questions:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've been swept up into a carriage commandeered by Tam and Strachan. Where exactly are you going?
conversations.prefix: A Moving Carriage:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Strachan seems to be deeply involved in all this, and at last he's willing to talk to you about it. It seems like you are finally going to get some answers.
conversations.prefix: What's going on?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A rather upmarket sort of place, frequented by bankers and Bankers alike. The food is excellent; the décor, dreary. No one seems to mind, though.
conversations.prefix: The Glow-worm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It would be good if you could agree on something for once.
conversations.prefix: Choose Trackers:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You had hoped it wouldn't come to this, but your brother does know something of the Countess.
conversations.prefix: Seek the Countess (Gladys):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: She's titled: surely, someone of quality knows her. It will be uncomfortable, but you have to ask.
conversations.prefix: Seek the Countess (Michael):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Has she ever had a portrait painted? You could certainly ask among your artistic contacts.
conversations.prefix: Seek the Countess (Iggs):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone has to find out what Keyhole saw yesterday. It might as well be you.
conversations.prefix: Enquire at the Tower (Josephine):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A brilliant, if somewhat pedantic, Egyptologist. If there is any information to be had about the nature of that sarcophagus, it is to be found within his capacious memory.
conversations.prefix: Professor Pidgeon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Here it is, ready and waiting. You aren't sure which is more frightening - opening it, or facing the Countess if you leave it shut.
conversations.prefix: The Box:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This hasn't been an easy journey. You need a minute or two at least to catch your breath - some more than others.
conversations.prefix: Recover:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Just past Camberwell Green and the music-halls is a row of unassuming houses that house shopkeepers, labourers - and thirteen witches. They usually meet at number 70, opposite the corner.
conversations.prefix: Camberwell Church Street:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Countess of where, exactly? No one's yet dared ask. She refuses to age, and reputedly grants wishes - but most agree that she exacts terrible prices for them.
conversations.prefix: The Countess:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone - or some*thing* - killed the members of the coven. They must have left some trace of their presence behind. Other than thirteen dead witches, that is.
conversations.prefix: What happened here?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've each got a piece of the puzzle. What can you make of it all?
conversations.prefix: Assemble the Pieces:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Home of the ravens' spy and courier network. There are still a few humans here - opposable thumbs are useful things - but they serve the ravens now, not the King.
conversations.prefix: The Tower of London:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Either the ravens have no idea of what is happening, or they are deliberately trying to waste your time. Whatever the cause, you'll have none of it. Time is of the essence, after all.
conversations.prefix: Get Attention:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One of the great terminals of London. You can access much of the southeast from here.
conversations.prefix: Victoria Station:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Countess' maidservant. Where her face ought to be is a piece of neatly-stitched black leather. You hope there's something human underneath it.
conversations.prefix: Olivia:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The head of the ravens' courier network - a position only slightly less important than that of the Tower Spymaster. There are some rather scandalous rumours around about certain acts of deviancy he is supposed to have committed. But surely there can't be any truth in *those*.
conversations.prefix: Pinion Knock:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: They're all right around here at this time of day, but watch yourself. London is a quixotic beast, and her inhabitants aren't always safe.
conversations.prefix: The Streets:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What are you going to do? You've can't just stand around here all day. Something has to be done.
conversations.prefix: What to Do?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *The* place to see and be seen in London. Everyone who is anyone comes here at one point or another. Do make sure you use the right fork; if you don't, all of London will know about it by supper-time.
conversations.prefix: The Café Royal:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A wrongness in the heart of London. When the Bankers emerged from Hell, this was their gateway; the area around it is twisted and dangerous.
conversations.prefix: The Rift:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Rift is home to many dangers. Try not to disturb any on your way.
conversations.prefix: Tread Lightly:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The odd energies of the Rift have left certain things volatile and suitable for use in making spells - but the danger inherent in collecting them makes them hard to come by, and therefore very valuable.
conversations.prefix: Magical Scrap:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A great palace of a building, thrown up in a single night fifty years ago. It occupies an entire city block, and houses most of London's demons. Bring a bottle of water with you if you plan on staying long: the interior walls are plated in iron, and stepping inside is like walking into an oven.
conversations.prefix: Outside The Bank of Asphodel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A gigantic demonic insect has just crawled out of the wall. You may not know much about the fauna of Hell, but you are fairly certain you ought not to linger.
conversations.prefix: Flee!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've already escaped one demonic creature today. You'll be damned if you're going to let this one get you.
conversations.prefix: Flee! ... again:
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: You have made mistakes in your past. Now you wish to make up for them.
conversations.prefix: Redemption:
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 fascinated with all things magical, secret and demonic. You'd give your soul to know more...
conversations.prefix: Occultist:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You traded your soul for some of the demons' secrets. Unfortunately, you can't really understand them - you don't have the key - so this can come out in weird and unexpected ways.
conversations.prefix: Forbidden Knowledge:
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: For such a small, quiet thing, you certainly do get yourself into trouble, don't you? But you have never been one to run from things that scare you. When the going gets tough, you keep on.  
conversations.prefix: Plucky:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your heart strings are out where everyone can see them and they pull you every which way. You care for people quickly and easily, and thus feel responsible for their problems.
conversations.prefix: Compassionate:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have already sacrificed so much for this person you hold so dear. Now there's one more thing they need from you.
conversations.prefix: For the love of-:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: To be a great detective you need to know every inch of the city, and the people who keep it running.
conversations.prefix: Knowledge of the city:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are charming and charismatic, able to talk your way into the good graces of most people. You are at ease in most social situations, and you are able to put others at their ease as well.
conversations.prefix: Charming:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Growing up on the streets, you learn to judge quickly who is a threat and who is a mark. In this day and age, you're unlikely to get a second chance at a wrong decision.
conversations.prefix: Observant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Frederick plays the class card all the time.  Looking down on pretty much everyone as his inferior.  No-one can match his intellect and education.
conversations.prefix: Effortlessly Superior:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Freddie is prone to abject spells of short term memory loss often failing to finish sentences, forget what he's doing and ...
conversations.prefix: Absent minded:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your survival till now has  depended on your own abilities. You don't like seeding control to others.
conversations.prefix: Lone wolf:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Never one to beat around the bush, Iggs has a habit of getting an idea and running with it. Never letting go. Maybe its related to his obsessive painting.
conversations.prefix: Blunt!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can learn all you need to know of someone without them saying a word.
conversations.prefix: Deduction:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Strachan sent you away to prison for several years. Naturally, you have a healthy respect for this man's abilities and a fear of drawing his ire again.
conversations.prefix: Adversary:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Unsurprisingly, Iggs's age has come up before, in regards to both speed, and stamina. When pressed, well he tries!
conversations.prefix: Old is a Shape!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've been wronged once and it nearly killed you, but someone fooling you again? It's too much to bear!
conversations.prefix: Fury:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: People in polite society who know your family name aren't likely to admit you to visit.  
conversations.prefix: Unwelcome:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Pushed to his wits edge Mr Iggs will happily gamble it all! Something he has tried to do before, though its history is spotty.
conversations.prefix: Last Stand!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's hard to be stealthy with a limp.
conversations.prefix: Wounded:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Although the power of witchcraft endows one with certain supernatural skills, it does not come without a cost. It is best to use magic in moderation, although it's said that once you start, stopping is the real challenge...
conversations.prefix: Magic Sickness:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You may not spend a lot of time working out, but some of your favorite activities require some significant stamina.
conversations.prefix: Stamina:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sometimes to do right, you have to play a damn good lie.
conversations.prefix: Deceptive: