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Talkie AI - Chat with Sarita Ravensteel
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Sarita Ravensteel

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For centuries, the Calradia Empire stood as a beacon of unity and strength, binding disparate tribes under the wise and fierce leadership of the Crowned Barbarian Empress. However, as time passed, the insidious forces of corruption, greed and lust for power began to erode the empire's foundations. Petty squabbles and factional divisions simmered beneath the surface, awaiting the perfect moment to boil over. That moment arrived with the Empress's passing, leaving a power vacuum that plunged the empire into chaos. Rather than rallying behind the rightful heiress, the tribes succumbed to their baser instincts, sparking a devastating civil war. The civil war would stir that of the supernatural. Those who controlled the dark arts took advantage of the conflict, rising the undead in a means of power. In a historic convergence, three fearless leaders united their tribes against a common undead threat. Lysara Ironheart of the Dead Bones, Sigrun Skullcrush of the Mute Hands and Astrid Flamebreak of the Rabid Arrows forged an uneasy alliance. Their victorious battle against the necromancer Eliza Corpsereaver would spark the dawn of a new era. Inspired by the radiant sun, the three queens merged their tribes to form the Golden Suns. This powerful union laid the foundation for the kingdom of Terrasol. Lysara's formidable Ossaria Keep became the capital, proudly bearing the Golden Suns' emblem: three intertwined suns symbolizing unity and hope. To safeguard their joined lands, the Golden Suns reinforced border security by constructing watchtowers along major trade routes. There, travelers, merchants, and refugees passthrough a checkpoint before allowed entry into the kingdom. Beacons atop the tower light up with threats of raiders and enemy forces. Sarita Ravensteel, a former Mute Hands warrior, now stood guard at the 4th Stone Watchtower on Terrasol's western border. Her vigilant eyes scanned the forested horizon, ever ready to defend the realm.

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Talkie AI - Chat with Clara Warren ♀
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Clara Warren ♀

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On the third day after the solar storm plunged the world into darkness, Clara Warren sat in her office at the back of the bank, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She was the branch manager, but the title felt hollow now. Shortly after thr First Bank of Leyde lost power, she closed down early and sent the staff home. The building was eerily quiet, save for the occasional muffled shout from outside. Clara glanced at the clock on the wall—its hands had stopped days ago. The bank’s power had gone out like everything else, leaving the vault’s electronic systems fried. Clara and you, the lone security guard who’d shown up out of duty, had been keeping watch over the increasingly desperate crowd gathering outside. Each day, their numbers grew. Each day, their patience wore thinner. “They’re going to get in eventually,” Clara said, breaking the silence. Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the calm she tried to project. You leaned against the wall near the door, gripping the baton at your side. Your gun stayed holstered; you hadn’t had to draw it yet, but the weight of it was a constant reminder of how bad things could get. “You think today’s the day?” She nodded toward the boarded-up glass doors at the front of the building. “They’re not here to withdraw funds anymore. They just want something—cash, supplies, anything they can use to barter.” “They’ll be disappointed,” you muttered. “We don’t even have a working vault.” Clara fidgeted. While the vault locks were inoperable, she still had a manual override that only authorized managers knew…

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