conversations.from: system
conversations.value: At the end of a night of blood and fire, the city fell to the depredations of its conquerors. 
  
  But now, as red-limned dark retreats before steel-blue dawn, the souls that wake from the sleep of victors do so to a soulless desolation. 
  
  Footsteps crunch loud on ash-strewn cobbles. Long, deep breaths drift on chill air sullied still with smoke. There are no voices, no sound of life. Even the birds are silent. 
  
  The great city lies dead and empty, as if judged by some merciless god. 
  
  #Player Notes#
  
  *This is a player-driven story with rotating narration, set in a sacked city, the morning after the siege.*
  
  *Writers will assume the roles of survivors - soldiers, mercenaries, camp followers, or refugees - on either side, who have woken to find the city deserted. How long were they asleep? Where has everybody gone? Just what is happening? All these and more are up to the imagination.*
  
  *However, I do intend the setting and narration to be deliberately kept vague, somewhat dreamlike, for effect. For the same reason, characters should go by nicknames or functions ('Little Coney', 'The Lieutenant', etc) instead of actual names.*
  
  *Time period should be ancient- or medieval-ish, on an unspecified but Earth-like world. The city itself would be a large and grand one - look to any of history's great capitals, like Babylon or Constantinople, for inspiration.*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Know Thyself: Which side of the siege were you on? Are you a soldier, or a civilian? Any specialty?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Know Thyself: Name one quality you possess that might aid you in a fallen city devoid of life.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Know Thyself: You are alone - or very near to it. Name one quality you possess that may impair you.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Know Thyself: What were your plans the night before? What are they now?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: City Gardens: s
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: asdasd: dsasd
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Find Sustenance: *(For Handsome)*
  
  A night of blood, rape and drink turns even the staunchest warrior ravenous. There must be something in the way of provender to be scavenged from the violated (and unburnt) homes.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Find Solace: *(For the Priestess)*
  
  The ashes of the sacred flame lie dark. The holy relics are gone from the tombs. The gods have abandoned their house. Will you, their servant, also?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Find Someone: *(For Shadowstalker)*
  
  After a lifetime alone in the crowd, true solitude can cut deep - or raise hackles. Something about this morning feels unnatural. Imagination - or premonition?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Find Sustenance: *(For the Sellsword)*
  
  A night of blood, rape and drink turns even the staunchest warrior ravenous. There must be something in the way of provender to be scavenged from the violated (and unburnt) homes.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Night and Day: *(For Shadowstalker and the Priestess)* 
  
  The rewards of faith are many. But when the cry of tottering faith calls a shadow far from its darkling home, what seems a reward may be spurned - or embraced - by light of day. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Blood and Iron: *(For Handsome and the Sellsword)*
  
  Many are the roads men walk in life, and the unbeaten paths therein. One that draws steel for King and country may stand apart from another that spills blood for gold and favors - or shoulder to shoulder, united by deeper things than words spoken in high halls. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Eerie Fog: A thick fog serpents its way through the city, clouding both path and mind.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Find the Bell Tower: The tower has been rung, deep in the heart of the city. Who rang it, and for what reason does it call out?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Strangers in the Dark: Others or ill intent spirits?  Can they be trusted  or do they mean you harm?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What was that sound?: Is that a woman crying? Someone or something is near by? where is it
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The City: The City... But in the times of a distant past?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Remembrance [Priestess]: You meet someone from your distant past. Does the vision bolster your courage or fuel your fears?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Remembrance [Sellsword] : You meet someone from your distant past. Does the vision bolster your courage or fuel your fears?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Remembrance [Shadowstalker]: You meet someone from your distant past. Does the vision bolster your courage or fuel your fears?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Remembrance [Handsome]: You meet someone from your distant past. Does the vision bolster your courage or fuel your fears?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Blindness: The Priestess was struck blind. Why? And more importantly, will it return, and how will that happen?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Explore: These are strange, foreign surroundings. Can you find an explanation for why you ended up here?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Aftermath: What of the visions you saw earlier? Were you the only person that saw them? Did everyone else hear the details? If not, will you tell them?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Altar room: Steps leading to an altar, illuminated by a shaft of light falling from the tower above.
  
  Whomever did the decoration clearly did not believe in minimalism.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Compelled: The pressure to obey the Voice was intense. Real or not, it was pushing at the back of their heads, and it would take an act of will to resist it, even just to pause and think it through.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Repelled: The bell they were looking for is now ringing in the tower. So close, the sensation is overwhelming.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Deafening noise: No voice could be heard, no sound but the Sound.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Woman of the Bells: The entity behind this strange world? Or another inexplicable anomaly of the city?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Return to the City: Surely there can be no safer place than back on the ground - even in this strange realm. Only - how does a mere man, neither god nor bird, descend from the heavens?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Wander the Firmament: It would be folly to return to the cursed city where all this began. Better to defy the winds and push onward, seeking answers in these far-flung heavens. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dust to Dust: In a world where all reason has fled, the steadfast may yet find roads unbent.
  
  *Awarded for your conduct at the altar. Play to unveil more about a given challenge or situation (narrator will elaborate).*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Communion: A measure of help is rare in these times. Take it if you will.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Priestess: Grey eyes. They seem so *familiar*. Why?
  
  Perhaps swift feet will answer such a question better than an inquisitive mind.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reunion: You tried your best to eliminate any emotional loose ends, but judging by the crowd, you failed.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A Scar's Tale: Few sustain such wounds and live to tell the tale. What has the oil shared with you?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Forgotten: Perhaps it is for the best that you missed whatever massacre happened here. The dead are unfamiliar, yet she claims this is *your memory.* Is she lying? Why would she hide her face and speak in such riddles, if she did not have something to hide?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Communion: A chalice of illusion offered by an immaterial woman. Ignorance is bliss, as they say.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Awakening: *(For Handsome)*
  
  In flame you were once reborn. By flame you have now awoken. But... to *what* have you awoken?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Beyond Dream: You know this man from the world of dreams... if it was indeed a dream. For he is here before you in the waking world - the last figment of that strange ordeal. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Sellsword: A hard-bitten fighting-man, veteran of a dozen campaigns, with hands as comfortable on sword hilts as they are on the hips of a tavern wench.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Old in War: It takes a certain sort to walk the mercenary road and survive. Long years on that road have bred in you a toughness and cageyness worthy of any predator of the wilds.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Old Injuries: War is your trade, your pleasure, and your life. You are scarred not merely in body, but in  mind as well - and as age creeps up on you, the scars show stark as blood against the sky.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Desire for Peace: For far too long, home has been wherever the free-companies pitch camp. No longer. There must be something at the end of the endless march... something long forgotten.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Assassin: You are a hired hand and your blade goes to the highest bigger. Your loyalty is bought, but once given, your word is true.
  
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Perceptive: Years of training have honed your senses till you hardly miss a single detail.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Apathetic: The struggles of others mean little to you. There is only the hunt.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Profit: War is the best time for those that work from the shadows. How will you turn this to your advantage?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Pristess: Given to the temple as a child. Her life has known only dusty tombs, the ancient chants and the ceremonial fires.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Faith: Devotion and true belief are hard to come by in dark times. To those who have it can be the torch that lights a dark path.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Naive Innocence : You've been secluded from the world, or perhaps to young to understand it yet. Your ideas of what is and are, can be shallow. Leading you astray.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Where are the Gods: The silence of the city is deafening. The sacred fire is nothing but cold embers. Where are the gods now? Were they ever real, ever with you? Or was it all simply a story.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Veteran: Battle hardened and unable to quit.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Scary: A terrifying appearance and a taste for blood.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Suicidal: Not respectable, cold headed bravery, just a crazy death wish.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: War to the world: Everyone else must pay for what had been done to him.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Disturbed: His face had healed, sort of. What lied under, not so much.
  
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Seasoned Looter: After plundering enough, long enough, you have developed an uncanny sense for where the smallfolk squirrel away their most precious belongings.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Courage : 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?'
  'That is the only time a man can be brave,' 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Decisive: Introspection was dangerous for a man like him so he had learned to be always on the move and act fast.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Dispassionate: He might have cared before, but now he was just empty.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Calming voice: The quality of your voice holds something desirable.  Perhaps it reminds others of love they never had, or that song they heard long ago. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Distrusting: Faith holds no meaning for you. The only person that can truly be relied on is yourself.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Callous: On the battlefield, pity is a luxury no warrior can afford. Even the conquered can still shed blood, and only those of use in a fight are worthy of attention.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Misanthropic: He never expected much of his fellow men, but after his accident, he thought even less of humanity. Show weakness, and you would be taken advantage of.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Focused: In years of battle, you have withstood trials that would break lesser warriors. The force of your own will is but another weapon - one that you draw at will.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Disciplined: Years of training have given you a mind that is highly structured and ordered. This is not easily broken.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Trouvère: All is but a whisper on the wind. Yours is to listen.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Experienced: You've done this for a long time, long enough to know the melody by heart.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a: a
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Beggar's Bounty: The terms of your release have yet to be satisfied. Perhaps the next tale will be grand enough to guarantee clemency.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A Song Worth Singing: There is beauty in the world, enough to fill a hundred hundred years with song. You have but to find the words.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hunger: You are overzealous in your pursuits, and have little regard for the well-being of those in whom you take interest.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Figure it out: What happened was a mystery, and a welcomed distraction. He now wanted to see this through.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Resilient: He lost a lot in the fire, but what is left is a tough core.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mutinous: You're a *warrior,* not a *soldier* - and a damned good one. You don't have to agree with the orders of some buffoon with a gold knot - you can damn well take the lead in any situation. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Narrow-minded: Despite your fathomless knowledge, you are fixated on your task. You know only the song -- what more could there be?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Survive: Leave this mad place. Do so alive. Live to fight another day.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tough: Resilient of mind, body and spirit.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Focus: You are capable of great concentration, even through the greatest distractions.