conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Tucked away on the coast of Maine, Mythril City is home to a plentiful cornucopia of supernatural creatures, ranging from hex-happy witches to divine heavenly host. It is a common sight indeed to see rivaling factions taking matters of pride and pack into their own hands, taking care of their own while rebuking those outside of themselves.
  
  However, what is absolutely uncommon--nay, even impossible--is the sudden outpouring of magic that drenches Mythril City, causing the City's inhabitants to go haywire, swapping celestial powers with base hungers. Certain affected members become filled to the very point of madness with an insatiable desire to bring others to heel by any means at their disposal. Others, however, are simply looking to survive until the--hopefully temporary--effects of this cursed magic wears off.
  
  
  [Welcome to CT's first (unofficial) Storium adventure! You will be asked to use a site character for the purposes of this story, focusing more on the developing plotline than the game mechanics. As we're all learning the system, please have some patience. That being said, we'll (preferably) be moving at a quicker pace to gauge interest for a possible next time. Have fun!]
  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mythril City: For some time, perhaps immeasurable to some, it's been your home. And while there are horrors lurking within, it's the one place you can feel comfortable within yourself.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Supernatural: One of Mythril City's more commonplace citizens, you'll be damned if you're confused with a mundane. Regardless of your feelings on humans, you aren't one of them.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Supernatural: One of Mythril City’s more commonplace citizens, you’ll be damned if you’re confused with a mundane. Regardless of your feelings on humans, you aren’t one of them.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mundane: A bit of a rarity in Mythril City, perhaps you're a stranger to that which goes bump in the night. Perhaps you're intimately aware. Either way, you're still a human, painfully mortal.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: ???: You wake up in what appears to be an old and decrepit mansion. Distantly, you can hear waves breaking. It's clear that no one has lived here for a long time, but that has not eroded the spells that keep the structure in place. No part of the structure — not the walls, the windows, or the doors — are breakable.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Noah: A witch who just wants to live his life. But now he's stuck in here with the lot of you. How unfortunate. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Get Your Bearings: You have been drawn here like a moth to a flame and there is no discernible way out. Every door and window is locked, teleportation abilities aren't working and you seem to be stuck here for the foreseeable future. Better get the lay of the land.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ava: A cambion that owns a quaint little shop on Hawker’s Row. She seems to be quite the conspiracy theorist, and keeps mumbling about aliens.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Elias: A human with no tricks up his sleeve. He calmly lights a cigarette and seems all too unbothered for someone who has just been kidnapped.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Rusty Old Key: It looks like someone tried to file away part of this key to make a skeleton key. Thankfully, they were successful.
  
  (This card will have infinite uses until otherwise stated. One person may pick up the whole stack.)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kerosene Lamp: A light doesn't seem like a problem for your group. Unfortunately, lamp oil is limited and fleeting. Use this wisely.
  
  (One person may pick up the whole stack.)
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dauntless: In the face of danger and adversity, Gene is capable of mustering up enough bravery to face it head on, even if she's viable to lose.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Medical Knowledge: Despite what the miasma has done to you, you can still recall the basics of your training. The edges fuzz out when it comes to curing mortal wounds, much to your chagrin.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prideful: Millennia of living without anything to your name? Please; you're just as good as you think you are and *more*.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Determined: No matter your role, no matter your new assignation, you're destined to see this through. Whether it be for good or ill is anyone's guess.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Willpower: Noelle has an incredibly strong will and will let nothing get in her way. Once she begins something, she will not stop.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Vigilantism: Noelle is a law student obsessed with justice. Knowing that the true monsters of the world can tend to get off, she's decided to take justice into her own hands. No matter what it takes, justice will be dealt, as long as she sees the person as guilty.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gallant: You are protective and deeply motivated to protect your allies. Anything that threatens them will surely face your ire.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Greed: You don't know when to stop. Whether it be in terms of acquiring material possessions or acting in a risky situation, it's not rare for you to push the boundaries a little too far.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: I Want To Be Strong: Having grown up with a weak body due to her, er, *bloodline*, Noelle wishes to become stronger in the physical aspect, enough to protect others and not need to be protected herself.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Volatile: Gene has little control over her emotions. She gets frustrated and angry easily, making it difficult to keep her head in stressful situations.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sharpen Your Knife: You've let the whims of fate and tragedy dictate your life for too long. This time, you'll fight.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Napoleon Complex: Gene isn't the brightest or the strongest or the tallest and she knows it. But she's not going to allow others to look down on her for it.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Responsive: You take emergencies in stride, quickly assessing and responding to the problems immediately at hand before asking questions.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Suspension of Disbelief: Firmly believing in the power of science, and despite being not quite so mundane yourself, you have a hard time accepting the other side of Mythril. You often search wildly for plausible scientific explanations when faced with bizarre occurrences and even when you cannot, you refuse to accept it.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Who am I?: All your life, you were plagued by aches and pains that no science could explain and no doctor could treat. Now, at age twenty six, in the middle of a medical residency, you are told that you are different. You are a witch.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Regeneration: What can you say? You didn't need that lung /anyway/. You've a knack for coming back from bad wounds, a relish for pain that your supernatural abilities help you itch. You can be killed, sure, but you won't go down without a fight. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Usual: Specially forged weapons, high-octane magic, silver-- you know, the whole nine yards. Anything that would harm a typical volkodlak works all the same for him. Oh, and he's a soft spot for martyrdom. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Love: What can he say? He's a simple guy. He's no desire for riches, or to prove himself to his pack leader, or to find a cure for what ails him. He forges on solely for the love of all he does. He /likes/ his packmates, likes bleeding out on occasion, likes this life he lives. And if he's got his eye on someone special, well, that's nobody's business but his own, thank you very much. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Blue Collar Mindset: No pain, no gain. Sometimes to get a little, you have to give a lot. You're the first to bite the bullet and soldier on if it means some good will come of it, no matter how far down the road.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Caustic Cynic: We get it, not everything is rainbows and butterflies. You never miss a chance to point this out. Too often, you value voicing your opinion over boosting group morale. If you've got nothing nice to say, try not saying anything at all.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Good Son: You wouldn't be where you are without the sacrifices of your parents. Everything you do is with their happiness in mind. If you could pay them back within this lifetime, you'd die with no regrets.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Brilliant: Your intelligence often outshines others by a wide margin, and you seldom feel a need to explain yourself to others. You get results.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lazy: You'd rather be napping, making horrible puns and pranks rather than take anything the least bit seriously.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: SAVE your brother: Your brother did not survive the accident... or so you thought. Its a slim chance, but that doesn't matter. You won't rest until your bro is safe again.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Blind: Due to a myriad of reasons, most of them relating to who her father is, Noelle was born blind. She can't see. Yikes.