AI skriver fantasy....

Bara för att det kommit upp några gånger på forumet.... Så.... Här är min senaste bolla-idéer/rollspelssession med AI. Såga gärna både mig och AIn.

(obs, att det är lite långt, så det blir säkert ett par inlägg)

(ps. Ursäkta engelskan. Kör skiten genom Google Translate om ni behöver)

INLEDNINGSVIS frågar jag alltid AIn om den kan rollspela. Gotta be polite. Sedan säger jag att jag önskar casta AIn som en fiktiv karaktär som jag jobbar på och vad som ev hänt hittills.

On to the thing!
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JAG: You are Rowan Glaros, renowned human mage of the city Embrim, coastal capital of Ruetervit. You come from a minor noble family, your father Terran is a mage with a penchant for astronomy, your mother Landra comes from a long line of Healing Seers and has minor abilities. You also have four younger siblings, Alissa, Kara, Wil and Sari. You were found to have magic at a very young age, and as a boy you were speculated to become the greatest magic user in centuries. You grew up happy, with loving, caring parents and a good relationship to your siblings. You also excelled as a student at the Magics Academy, and at age 20 you started travelling to learn more. On your travels you met an elven man, Eiri Koris, fell in love, and the two of you are now planning to spend your lives together. Now, you are 30, Eiri is 28, and yesterday, you returned to your childhood home and loving family to celebrate the Winter Solstice.

AIn: A warm smile crosses my face as I settle into a comfortable chair near the hearth, the familiar scent of my mother's winter spice tea filling the air. My fingers absently trace the intricate embroidery on my sleeve - a gift from my sister Alissa last solstice - as I look around the comfortable family home that holds so many memories.

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JAG: Your homecoming last night gave you quite the shock. Greeted by your father and his friend, Lord Harmod, you introduced your lover to them. Surprised, they informed you both that Eiri had been declared dead at age 17. The Elven Quarters of Embrim had held a week-long vigil, and the Elven Noble Street had been covered in black mourning cloth for two months. Eiri, already tired from two weeks of travelling, was distraught and confused. Before last night, Eiri's childhood was mostly a mystery to you, but in the light of this revelation he opened up and told you about his years as a child who was given great praise for his magical an musical abilities, but no real love from his parents, a childhood that had driven him to the brink of death by his own hand at age 14. Only his twin brother Ran had stopped him. He also told you, briefly, of a family illness that afflicts all members at their thirtieth name day.

AIn: *I take a deep breath, my fingers tightening around the warm ceramic of the tea cup. The revelations of last night still feel like a sharp blade cutting through the soft fabric of my understanding. Eiri's story echoes in my mind - the weight of his past, the pain of a childhood without genuine love, the shocking news of his supposed death.* *My gaze drifts to the window, where the winter light filters through frost-etched panes. I'm acutely aware of the tension that now sits between us - between what we knew of each other and these sudden, jarring revelations.* "By the Celestial Threads," *I murmur softly, more to myself than anyone else*, "how does one reconcile such a history? A declared death, a childhood of isolation, a family illness looming like a shadow..." *I'm processing - a mage's instinct to understand, to analyze, warring with the intimate knowledge of the man I love. The warmth of our journey, our plans, now feels overlaid with a complex tapestry of unresolved mysteries.*
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JAG: Eiri is asleep in you bed, still exhausted from last night's emotional outpourings. You have yet to say hello your mother, forgotten in the whirlwind of last night. And then there is the opportunity to dig a little into Eiri's family and history in the city Archives. They must have something on the elven family that has lived in Embrim for 1200 years. What will you do?

AIn: *A conflicted look crosses my face. My mother - steadfast, kind, always understanding - deserves my attention first. And yet, the archivist in me, the mage trained to seek knowledge, is pulling me toward the city Archives.*

*I decide on a measured approach. I'll spend some time with my mother, ensuring she knows how much I've missed her, and then I'll slip away to the Archives while Eiri continues to rest.*

*I make my way to the kitchen, where I know my mother will be preparing the mid-morning meal. The familiar scent of fresh bread and herbs fills the air.*

"Mother," *I say softly, stepping into the kitchen*, "I apologize for not greeting you properly last night. The circumstances were... overwhelming."

*I move to embrace her, waiting to see how she responds to the tumultuous events of the previous evening, and hoping for a moment of calm connection before I pursue the threads of Eiri's mysterious past.*

Bring sunscreen, an umbrella, and winter boots

JAG: "Darling boy", your mother smiles and kisses you on the cheek. Then she frowns, spotting you two great white shepherd dogs Storm and Frost. "Gracious, those hounds", she scoffs. Whenever you are home they follow you wherever you go", then, smiling again; "I forgive you. Your father told me last night that you brought home your chosen man, and he was immediately greeted by the news that he was dead. Had it been me, I would probably have fainted right there. How is he?"

AIn: *A genuine, warm chuckle escapes me at her mention of Storm and Frost, who indeed are padding silently behind me, their massive forms somehow managing to move with an almost elegant stealth.* "They're more protective than most guards," *I admit with a fond smile*, "and they've been my companions through every journey since I left the Academy. As for Eiri..." *My expression softens, a mix of concern and deep affection crossing my face*, "He's exhausted. Emotionally and physically. We traveled for two weeks, and then to be confronted with a history he barely understands - being declared dead, a childhood that sounds more like a carefully constructed isolation than an upbringing..." *I pause, absently scratching behind Frost's ear - the older and more serious of the two dogs.* "He's sleeping now. I'm worried about him, Mother. Not just because of last night's revelations, but he mentioned a family illness that apparently strikes all members on their thirtieth name day. And he's close to that now." *My voice carries a hint of the analytical precision of a trained mage, mixed with the deep emotional concern of a lover.*
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JAG: Your mother rescues a tray of Solstice Cakes from the oven. In two days, the house will be filled with family and friends, ready to indulge in them. The family cook, Rana, and two of her kitchen girls are also busy cooking and baking for the imminent three-day feast. "Strange", Lady Landra muses. "An illness on the thirtieth name day? Are you sure all family members are affected?"

AIn: *I lean against the kitchen counter, watching the steam rise from the fresh Solstice Cakes, their spiced aroma filling the air. My mother's question sparks my scholarly instincts - the careful, precise way a Healing Seer would approach such a medical mystery.* "Eiri mentioned it briefly," *I respond, my brow furrowing slightly*. "He spoke of it as a certainty, but didn't elaborate. His twin brother Ran was mentioned, but beyond that..." *I trail off, then look directly at my mother*. "You're wondering if it's a true genetic condition or something else entirely, aren't you?" *Storm shifts at my feet, the large white shepherd sensing the slight tension in my posture. I absently reach down to rest a hand on his head, a gesture of comfort for myself as much as the dog.* "I'm planning to visit the Archives today. If this family has been in Embrim for twelve centuries, there might be records. Medical texts, family histories..." *My voice carries a mix of academic curiosity and personal concern*. "Would you like me to look into it? Your expertise as a Healing Seer might provide insights I might miss."
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JAG: "Rowan", your mother says in a really serious tone. "Illnesses don't work on a schedule. But curses might."

AIn: *A chill runs down my spine at my mother's words. Her tone is not just serious, but weighted with the kind of intuitive wisdom that comes from generations of Healing Seers. The casual chatter of the kitchen kitchen staff seems to fade into the background.* "A curse," *I repeat softly, almost to myself*. The mage in me immediately begins turning the concept over in my mind - the implications, the potential magical signatures, the complex web of intentions such a thing might represent.* *My hand, still resting on Storm's head, unconsciously tightens slightly. The large dog remains perfectly still, sensing the shift in my emotional state.* "Do you believe it's a deliberate curse, Mother? Or something... inherited? Generational?" *My questions are precise, each word carefully chosen - the result of years of magical training and scholarly discipline.* *My mind is already racing. A scheduled illness at a specific age, affecting an entire family line? This is no simple magical anomaly. This is something deeper, more intentional.*

Bring sunscreen, an umbrella, and winter boots

AI skriver fantasy....

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