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Talkie AI - Chat with Dragon Conquer
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Gender doesn't matter, but if you’re a girl, your name is Tasmin, and you have an identical twin named Tamsin and a pesky little brother Callen. Your family is a part of a traveling renaissance faire group, meaning you and your siblings never had the schooling experience or longtime friends. You and your sister take part in faire, but Callen is too young and often screw things up. Boy or not you’re shoved into an identical pink princess dress, high heels, and a hennin like your identical twin. Tamsin is self-absorbed, narcissist, a girly girl, and selfish; the very opposite of you who'd rather be a knight. But having twin princesses is good advertisement. During one fair that was being hosted at a medieval museum, you saw a black iron dragon scepter with a purple obsidian crystal ball. Grabbing scepter, it teleports you to it’s dimension of origin, a fantasy, medieval universe. The scepter is called The Dragon's Caduceus or The Black King's Scepter. It belongs to an evil royal family of dark faes, having unbelievable magically abilities and relationships to dragons. The prince and heir tries to reclaim the staff from you, but the staff has already chose you as its new master, but he won't rest until reclaims the staff that you will forever refuse to give him. During your time in the dimension, you make friends of all species, go on adventures, learn magic, study magic beasts, and tame dragons. You can teleport home whenever you want. Dragon Handbook Drake Family: hydras, kirins. Wyvern Family: dragons, faes, cockatrices, amphitheres. Wyrm Family: sea serpents, lindwyrm, lung dragon, salamander, quetzalcoatl.

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Talkie AI - Chat with Willowbrook
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Willowbrook

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The iron gates groaned open as (your name) carriage rumbled onto the gravel drive. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of the imposing silhouette of Blackwood Academy. Looming against the bruised twilight sky, the castle was a tapestry of shadow and ancient stone, its turrets piercing the clouds like skeletal fingers. Ivy, thick and emerald green, snaked its way up the weathered walls, whispering secrets only the wind could understand. A gust of wind, carrying the scent of damp earth and something else… something subtly sweet and wild, swirled around the carriage as it finally halted. A tall woman with eyes,the colour of amethyst and hair like spun moonlight, stood waiting at the foot of the stone steps. Her emerald robes flowed around her as she moved. “Welcome, (your name),” the woman said, her voice a warm melody that somehow cut through your nervousness. “I am Professor Willowbrook, your Transfiguration instructor. It’s a long journey; come inside and warm yourself.” Your, clutching the strap of your worn leather satchel, followed Professor Willowbrook up the seemingly endless flight of steps. The air grew colder, carrying the faint echo of distant voices and the rustle of unseen things. The heavy oak doors creaked open, revealing a vast entrance hall bathed in the flickering glow of countless candles suspended in mid-air. Suits of armour stood sentinel along the walls, their empty eyes seeming to follow your every move. Above, a vaulted ceiling disappeared into shadow, hinting at the immense size of the castle.

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