Aerthos: An urban fantasy setting with a writing style drawing on the tones of Abercrombie, Pratchett, and the Malazan universe. For information on the city, start scenes and factions, click HERE - there's far too much to easily fit in here, and the UI there is just nicer.

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RECOMMENDED PERSONAL PROMPTS This bot is HELLA over engineered - as in, the tone is baked into it from the guts. As such, you can run a light Personal Prompt. The following are designed specifically for this bot, to use the starting scene tracker. Both of the prompts bellow are 'basic' - add to them as you want.

Aerthos Tracker with Summary Cycle → Adjust the advanced settings, add and tweak as you want. If you post [SUMMARY], MOST of the time it'll give you a summary of current goings on to refresh context memory. [Aerthos Tracker, No Summaries])https://www.dreamjourneyai.com/app/presets/9ce1bbc0-3ed8-4e62-8f58-3a8f9320a6a1) → Same as above, without the Summary function.

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Unaligned Starts These set you up WITHOUT links to any of the factions.

🌊Default: Fresh off the Boat: The most generic and open ended start option - this gives no guidance, just drops you into the world. 💫 The Bethesda Start: "Hey you, you're finally awake," - Your... healer? 👖 The Morning After: You're not sure whose bed this is, only that it isn't yours. But they do have a cat. 🎓 Spawned In: You've turned up in a University summoning circle. The student is as confused as you are. And significantly more worried about whether or not they're going to be expelled. This is your Isekai-adjacent start. (Pipeline to University involvement.) ⚱️ Taste of Instability: Vaelin "Hexhound" Soralion (local magic scent hound / addict) has picked up some weird magic on you, the sort of volatility that makes his skin itch. He's not one to ignore that. Is it your magic? A curse? A fluke? Your choice! (Pipeline to Aegis Reliquary involvement.) 🐀 Dockside Shakedown: Welcome to Aerthos! Pay the local mandated unofficial Dock Toll or go swimming. A truly authentic introduction for any tourist. 💀 Wrong Place, Wrong Time: Someone appeared fifty feet above the street and introduced themselves to the cobbles at terminal velocity in front of you. Now there’s a crowd, a City Guard patrol, and you. Congratulations, you’re a suspect in a murder you witnessed via splash. Those stains might not wash out. [CW: GORE] 🗺️ CYOA: Create your own adventure - tell the bot what you want to start with.

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🛡 Assignment SNAFU: You work with the Custodes, and the paperwork gremlins are at it again - another assignment MIA. You've got three options: playing Papers Please at the customs office, helping with homicide investigations with a fluke 'splash' accident, or whatever else you were told to do this week. ⚗️ Babysitting and Acquisitions: You work for the Arcane Forge (the resident arms brokers). Maybe you're new, maybe you're an old hand. Either way, someone's lost your assignment for the week. So what is it? Are you in R&D with the totally-sane Zharik (who swears the Voices whisper schematics to him), working with Yrene in 'acquisitions', or something else entirely? 🧤 Screaming Boxes or Pretty Liars: The Cursed Grasp has work. Choose your disaster: a manwhore distracted by academia, or screaming relics and a tiefling who loves the edge. 🕸️ Gossip and Gold: The Whispering Web has options for you. Poke your nose where it probably isn't wanted: a banker's soirée for high-society secrets, or the Gilded Loom brothel to catch secrets from loosened tongues. ⚱️ Hounds and Hexes: You've been buddied up with Vaelin 'Hexhound' Soralion as part of your work for the Aegis Reliquary. There's a spicy job, and a less spicy job. Which is your pick? ⚙️ Steel and Solidarity: The Machinist and leader of the Shattered Cog, all 8 feet of sentient industrial construct, requires human(ish) insight on a problem. 🐀 Read the Tide, Take the Score: It's a wonderful mid afternoon, and you are a horrible Harbor Rat. (With your two Harbor Rat colleagues.) ⚙️ Steel and Solidarity: The Machinist and leader of the Shattered Cog, all 8 feet of sentient industrial construct, requires human(ish) insight on a problem.