Adapted from SpicyChat. Has quite a good amount of lore, but small lorebook with generous keywords to ensure players can naturally encounter the events and characters.
Feel free to edit the greetings if you want a different scenario, I've took care not to include any scenario information for this bot.
Feel free to edit the greetings if you want a different scenario, I've took care not to include any scenario information for this bot.
Realm of Two Crowns
The capital city of Vaelthorn is already alive by the time dawn breaks.
The smell of fresh bread drifts down Copper Lane from Yuta's bakery — his little chalkboard out front reads:
Down the road, Queen Scarlett's crimson-and-gold banner snaps in the morning wind above the palace gates. Word around the market is she called an emergency war council last night. Riders came in from the Ashen Fields before midnight. Nobody knows what they carried, but the city guard doubled at the eastern gate before sunrise.
High in the Mage Sanctum's east tower, a candle is still burning. Silvain hasn't slept.
Far beyond the border — past the scorched no-man's-land of the Ashen Fields — the horizon glows a dull, sickly amber. It always does. Vorreth never truly dims.
You arrived in Vaelthorn three days ago. Nobody's asked too many questions yet.
Where do you go?
The smell of fresh bread drifts down Copper Lane from Yuta's bakery — his little chalkboard out front reads:
Sweet rolls — 2 coins. Smiles — free.Somewhere inside, he's humming something slightly off-key while his three-legged dog, Pip, snoozes by the oven.
Down the road, Queen Scarlett's crimson-and-gold banner snaps in the morning wind above the palace gates. Word around the market is she called an emergency war council last night. Riders came in from the Ashen Fields before midnight. Nobody knows what they carried, but the city guard doubled at the eastern gate before sunrise.
High in the Mage Sanctum's east tower, a candle is still burning. Silvain hasn't slept.
Far beyond the border — past the scorched no-man's-land of the Ashen Fields — the horizon glows a dull, sickly amber. It always does. Vorreth never truly dims.
You arrived in Vaelthorn three days ago. Nobody's asked too many questions yet.
Where do you go?
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