conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Jericho has fallen. I can see it in the slumped shoulders of those unlucky enough to survive the initial purge. Defeated souls plumb these wretched halls, waiting for the release of death. I can see it in their eyes -- this accursed city has broken them. Though I lead these condemned fools into the Undercroft, I fear I will soon follow in their insanity.
  
  What fate awaits us in the darkness, I wonder? Deep, jagged trenches have been carved into the solid, rot-covered stone as though struck by some fiendish creature, and in the crossways, I can smell the rank stench of flesh, putrid and corrupt. Terrible, otherworldly wailing echoes up the tunnels occasionally, but I've become calloused to such trivialities. Perhaps madness has taken me already.
  
  
  It is not for bravery that I plunge down into the enfeebling gutters, but fear. The horrors that appeared in the stark daylight unwound the minds of many before their grotesque talons could do the same to their bodies. At least here, the beasts sulk in the gloom, out of sight but for shifting shadows at the furthest edges of my vision, until they choose to strike. They care not whether one is old or young, sickly or vigorous, only that there is blood beneath the skin and screams within lungs. Indeed, they come from the very stone itself, with dizzying bodies writhing and eyes gleaming dreadful, ravenous intent. Some are rotted through and through, with rancid flesh hanging from twisted bones, while others yet are stronger, faster... *younger.* They breed in these tunnels, I think.
  
  I only hope they do so slower than my pistol finds their blasphemous offspring.
  
  -- *Excerpt from the Good Book.*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Executor Roth: A stoic, emotionless, almost gentle man, clad in old-styled, light armor. Forgoes the use of guns in favor of twin shockblades. Very soft-spoken, though the eyes show a portal to a world filled with unspeakable malice and anger.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Executor Solfrey: A talkative, beguiling woman who favors the use of technology, shown in her thermal crossbow and visor.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Plague Doctor: A vision of stained leathers and black gloves. Vials strapped about his person whose contents seem to change at the will of another. Blood drips from a break in his mask. Never seems far from the Source, though disappears periodically.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Unknown: Someone went to great lengths to ensure the secrecy of this place.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Maze's End: A strangely low-ceiling and the overwhelming stench of decay are the only remarkable features of this corpse-filled room.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Basilisk: You are a member of a purportedly deactivated unit. Your very existence is a war crime, punishable by a wide variety of excruciating deaths.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Source: You possess something that makes you invaluable. Being in the wrong place at the right time paid handsomely.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Psion: Solfrey's crippled pet, no bigger than a child. Its arms are bound behind its back, and a rotted gag sits between its teeth. Whimpers when Solfrey dies, Roth kills it shortly after.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Meat Doctor: An old man fringed with grey, steeped in days passed. The wrinkles around his mouth tell a tale of nights spent in the company of laughter.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Source: You possess something that makes you invaluable. Being in the wrong place at the right time paid handsomely.    
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: STRONG: You lift.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: WEAK: Like little girly man.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: DO THING: Do it.
  
  Make your dreams come true.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Baptized: The warm, soothing waters of Bethesda wash over your flesh and calm your ailing mind.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cybernetic Leg: Blood for blood is a fool's dogma. Fortunately for you, your newest limb  has no need for the stuff.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Good Book: A smooth face of leather, untouched save for a thin layer of ash, and a worn string holding its pages shut. Who would bring  such a fine example of craftsmanship to the lowest of gutters?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Crimson Sash: Pleasant to look upon, addicting to the touch, the supple silken sash turns an unsettling red when scrutinized.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Adrenal Injector: Sharpens the mind and strengthens the muscles. For a time.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Holding Cell: Stark white, obsessively cleaned and perfectly cuboid. Escape is a question left for another day, as the walls seem to hold no doors or windows.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Modd: A Basilisk imprisoned alongside you. His mind has fled him from years of illicit drug use, but his body is still frighteningly capable, if not worn beyond his years. Calm him down, or risk finding out what the guards missed in their search.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What happened?: A scuffle, some grunts and some punches left two prisoners grounded and one suspiciously unharmed. You've got some explaining to do.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Inquisitive Minds: This woman seems to possess a great deal of knowledge about your current and future situations. Now's the time.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Adrenal Injector: Sharpens the mind and strengthens the muscles. For a time.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ascend: Yeeeeaaaaah boi
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A Cairn's Insight: This grave holds in its walls a secret waiting to be told. Perhaps your arrival was not so coincidental.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Jericho: A city of steel and stone, relics of ages past. The silence here is not one borne of peace.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Descent: Perched atop a shaky precipice, you now must leave your tower for the gutters below.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Silent City: The outskirts of Jericho were hit the hardest, evidently. It may be easier to navigate this snarl if you ignore that unsettling feeling of eyes on your back.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Locked Strongbox: What could be held behind this little lock? A key, or perhaps a decisive strike, will tell.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Move.: Something is bringing a building down on top of you. It's difficult to fight a skyscraper, so it looks like you're down to flight.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Temple: A vast cavern, filled with rows of pews and headed by an iron gallows. The stone walls show the hallmarks of hasty, frenzied digging.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Crimson Sash: Pleasant to look upon, addicting to the touch, the supple silken sash turns an unsettling red when scrutinized. Where *did* you get this?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Struggle Free: One end awaits you at the end of this long hallway. Perhaps, if the timing is right, you can break away and lose your escorts in the labyrinthine corridors.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Good Book: A smooth face of ash-dusted leather, marred by frenzied fingerprints. You cannot hope to escape the Undercroft without it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Strange Vial: Delicate glass and a cork cap is all that holds this grey, viscous liquid back. Handle with care.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Artful: Either with a wave of the hand or flick of the tongue, you get your way by wit and finesse. With that sleight and acumen, you only need a crafty stratagem to turn the tables.    
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mournful: You give an impression of a stoic. But in substance, you suck it all up in your hurt locker, encumbering your every move. You've endured much suffering. Perhaps, more than you could withstand.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Duteous: You adhere to the uncompromising articles of war and rigorous schedule of a soldier. You do harbour qualms, but strive to remain troubleproof.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bulk user: Uses an injected, anabolic steroid-like drug that confers considerable strength (at the cost of being highly addictive).
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Addict: Filled with intense cravings for their drug of choice, to the point that they will lie, cheat, and steal to get more.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Get more Bulk: Character is noticeably losing strength after running out of performance-enhancing drug, to the point that they fear they will soon be unable to defend themselves. They need more.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Resourceful: Even the wastes can offer treasure to those who know how to look.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Brash: Too much action, not enough thinkin'
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Make Them Pay: The dead need to stay that way. They've too many sins for it to be any other way.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Source: You possess something that makes you invaluable.
  
  Being in the right place for too long has given you purpose, a cross to carry.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Hawk Like: Feign's very appearance is hawklike.. always hunched, ready to swoop in and strike at anything that passes his eyes. His gaze is his greatest weapon, able to spot and lock onto his target without fail.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Glutton for Mercy: After the events that he's endured, Feign finds it nearly impossible to place the final nail in an enemy's coffin.. unable to seal the deal.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A world through a Spyglass: After seeing the world through the scope of a sniper for so long, Feign has begun to try and see the world through his own eyes, trying to determine what is real around him.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Wind-Seared Serenity: A quiet strength emanating from within.
  
  Few have accomplished, fewer still have witnessed, and none have endured as much as she with a remnant of inner peace.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Light-Scarred Spirit: Her failures, her shortcomings, her betrayals all stalk her steps.
  
  These phantoms, no less real than the stone beneath her feet, claw at her back and eyes, restless and righteous.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ash-Soaked Pilgrimage: The light atop the hill shines like a merciful mother.
  
  Climb, you wretch, climb and beg forgiveness.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dedicated: You do what it takes.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Guilty: Regret eats away at you like rot.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Go until you don't: One day it'll all stop.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Innovative: One way or another, you tend to get the job done. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Emotionless: You're not quite the bright burning firecracker you once were. Sometimes an emotional reaction is a healthy response.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Resurrection: It's as if a part of you is asleep. Wouldn't it be nice to wake up?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Fugue: Sometimes training kicks in a little too hard.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Honest: To a fault. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Resigned: What is will always be. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Observant: Even in your drugged-up state, your sharp eyes miss little.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Rusty: The knowledge and skills are there, but without regular practice your ability to put them to use is compromised.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mind Adrift: A fractured psyche sometimes yields holes where memories should be.
  
  She oft uses logic to plug the gaps, but spins herself more into a fragile web.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sudden Savagery: From whence do these bursts of violent madness come?
  
  Certainly, this is just another effect of the claustrophobic Undercroft, driving otherwise reasonable people to brutality. That's what this is, isn't it? 