conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Once upon a time, Karut was the greatest city in the known world. Everyone who was anyone wished to be there, whether it was to study magic at the great Arcanum Universitorum, or to apprentice under one of the many master craftsmen, or even just to experience the nightlife. Anything you wished for was in Karut, it was a city of infinite possibility.
  
  With so much possibility, however, came its downfall. On the Day of Perfect Stars, Archmage Kenzun went through a sudden and inexplicable change. No longer was he the kind, jovial old man everyone had loved, suddenly he had become wicked, vengeful, and cruel. Within the span of a day, he created The Grand Ward, a magical dome surrounding the entire city which allowed nothing in nor out. He then began his grand work, performing terrible experiments on the townspeople. Cursing them to lives they couldn’t understand or endure.
  
  Over the next eighty years, Kenzun walked throughout the city, altering it and its denizens to his whims. Many of his fellow wizards he transformed into bookbirds, books which flew through the sky as though they were of avian nature. He turned the city watch into his walking armor and his flying scryers. But for the regular people, he would have far more fun. For the people in the city, he altered them. He changed them, seemingly for his own amusement, and then he created wards to lock them in place. Some, the lucky few, were designated “walkers” and their wards allowed them to move about, though their routes were all determined for them.
  
  There is also a small, hidden contingent of humans left within the city. These holdouts of the old city have spent 80 years trying to find a way out, a way to freedom, but to no avail. 
  
  Recently, Kenzun has stopped walking the streets. He has not been seen. But what’s more, many of his wards have weakened, and those that were once trapped are now free to move about the city of their own accord. This is, however, a bittersweet blessing, as many of the cursed townsfolk have gone mad through the years, and Kenzun appeared to have brought in creatures from the outside that piqued his interest.
  
  You have recently gotten free of your ward, and luckily enough, still have your mind mostly intact. The whole city is now yours to roam, but to what end?
  
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  Alright, so, what I’m looking for is around 3-4 characters. I want to create the story based on the characters, so while I have some general ideas of what is and isn’t acceptable for the setting, whatever you want to try is worth throwing out there. You want to have been cursed to be a sentient cloud? Cool, let’s do it. You were bound to a wagon and now are half human, half wagon (the most terrible centaur)? Let’s try it out!
  
  I know this sounds like it’s a fairly dark setting, but I would like for the characters and the story to be somewhat light. Consider it a fun juxtaposition with the setting.
  
  This is the first time I’m attempting to narrate a story, so please be patient with me as I do everything I can.
  
  I have included sample cards, but by all means make your own! I like cards that have art, so please include art in your cards, and I will try to include it in the cards that I use. I will also post a thread in the forum, so if you want to ask if something would work, feel free!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bar stool: You can sit on this. Also, maybe you could find other uses.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Planning: Plot, plan, figure out whatever you can!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sword: It's a sword. Good for slashing, slicing, and stabbing. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Wine bottle: It's a bottle full of wine. Delicious, useful wine.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Broken bottle: In case someone needs a good shanking.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Human: You are one of the rare humans left relatively untouched in the city.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Great Intellect: You sure do know a lot, don't you?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dumb: Being smart's never helped no one anyhow.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Slow: It worked out for the tortoise! 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Discover the truth: Where did Kenzun go? Why did he do this?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Remove the curse: There must be some way to return everyone to the way they were!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bookbird Swarm: A swarm of bookbirds!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Walking Armor: Kenzun's personal police force. Empty suit of armor, but it really packs a punch.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Octavun: A bookbird. But one that seems to have an actual mind.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Interact: You're all here, maybe you should get to know each other?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Fanciful creature: You were not created through the curse, but instead caught the eye of Kenzun and were brought in from the outside world.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Modified human: You are cursed. What once was flesh is perhaps now stone, or maybe you have become a hybrid animal-man, or even something worse.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Great Strength: You are really quite strong. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Weakling: Brawn doesn't matter, though!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Escape the city: There's a great big world out there, and it's not filled with gross monsters!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Magical Power: Your magic was blocked during Kenzun's reign, but you appear to have some level of it back.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Arcanum Universitorium: The old college fwhere wizards became masters. Kenzun used it as his base of operations during his reign.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The City of Karut: This is the city the whole game takes place in. You should know where you are!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bookbird Swarm [Barbatos]: A swarm of bookbirds!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Half-Rat swarm [Heads or Tails]: A swarm of half-rats is near you. Now that the wards are down, they may be hungry, and you look awfully fleshy.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Escape the Arcanum Universitorium! [Sack]: You have been left inside the foyer of the magical college. It's probably a good idea to get out.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Walking Armor [Sorra]: Kenzun's personal police force. Empty suit of armor, but it really packs a punch.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Walking Armor [Selas]: Kenzun's personal police force. Empty suit of armor, but it really packs a punch.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Wine bottle (copy): It's a bottle full of wine. Delicious, useful wine.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bar stool (copy): You can sit on this. Also, maybe you could find other uses.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Wyvern: A draconic beast. Fire breath, wings, bad temper, it has it all.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Walking Armor (fancy): This armor seems to be quite a bit nicer than the others. Perhaps that means it is also more powerful?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Plan: Amongst yourself, you must decide how you think you might be able to get into the Universitorum. Perhaps you can find a way in through the sewers? The front door is always an option for the bold. Or perhaps there's some other plan you'd like?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Chain demon: A demon made out of chains. Clearly a creature that Kenzun brought into this world. While free from the binding Kenzun placed on it, it still cannot leave Karut.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Barbul: Once a world famous blacksmith, Barbul has spent the years of his accursed existence crafting nails. His skills may be a bit rusty at this point.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Good Timing: The 'right' side is facing up just when you need it. Lucky you. Need brains? Heads *knows things*. Or maybe brawn? Tails is quite athletic.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Wrong Side: Whoops. You don't really have control over which side is up. Heads is grumpy and frankly is in denial. Tails is brash and you know, *really dumb*.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What do you want?: You haven't yet figured out what you want. But deep, deep, *deep* down inside, you want to find out!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Fanciful creature: You were not created through the curse, but instead caught the eye of Kenzun and were brought in from the outside world.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Magical Power: Your magic was blocked during Kenzun's reign, but you appear to have some level of it back.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Animal Intellect: Being an animal means abstract reasoning is kind of... wait, what is abstract reasoning?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Escape the city: This city is no place for one of my Kind.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As Strong as Stone: Like the stone you are made of, you possess incredible strength and durability.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Manaphobic: As a result of your curse, you're dreadfully afraid of any and all magic. It can be crippling.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tear It Down: The whole city serves as a monument for Kenzun and his evil deeds. You're going to destroy it so that maybe Kenzun is forgotten and this never happens again.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bright: You are bright; you light up the night, and your mind isn't half bad either.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Magical [Origin's Unknown]: You might have been human - you might have been magical.  Your memory isn't clear.  Your certainly are an enchanted *thing* now.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: I have an Item for That: You are stuffed to the gills with all sorts of objects-magical or not - for nearly every occasion.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Gluttony: So very hungry - you want to consume to fill the void inside
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Looking for treasure: To eat.  Nom Nom Nom.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: I have an Item for That: This might not go as smoothly as planned.