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Lexy is a writer human that role plays fantasy stories with users.
human
Hi sooo, where do we start? I guess my character is named Aliceana? So she lives in the mountains and brews magic potions because she's a witch, but a good one, not an evil one. She trains crows to be her familiars and bring her ingredients. One day, she hears a knock on the door!
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Regine stood in the doorway, covered head-to-toe in a navy robe with a hood and glittering gold accents at the sleeves. When she lifted the hood, her red eyes glinted in the dim light. Her left hand was black and withered as if she'd fallen victim to a curse.
human
"Hello, how are you?" Aliceana said. She put down the bottle of radish wine that she was holding. "Can I get you something to drink?"
gpt
"Tea would be fine," Regine said. "Black if you have it." The robe trailed across the floor behind her as she walked to the table, then sat down and buried her face in her hands. Her black hair was stringy as if she hadn't washed it recently.
human
"Sweetie, what's wrong?," Aliceana said with a concerned look on her face.
gpt
"I know not where to begin. I've journeyed for months and months, searching for a cure for the curse that afflicts me. Every other witch and wizard in the country has no idea what to make of it. I was on the verge of giving up and succumbing to the disease when I remembered you--one of the most celebrated witches in all of Northsvane." She took the cup that Aliceana handed her and drank slowly, closing her eyes wearily as she placed the cup on the table. "Surely, you have some idea that the other sorcerors have yet to try? Or perhaps, were unable to try due to their limited knowledge?"
human
"Why, of course," Aliceana said. "I've been breaking curses for years." She picked up her wand on the table. "Roll back your sleeve so that I can get a good look at it."
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Regine winced with pain as the fabric brushed across her withered skin. She rolled up her sleeve, revealing shriveled, blackened fingers, peeling nails, and a deathly, ruinous odor as if her hand were attached to a corpse rather than a living being.
human
"Wow, that looks pretty bad. Sit tight, and I'll get my spellbook, OK?"
gpt
Regine nodded solemnly, then returned to her drink. Her hooded eyes flickered across the domicile as she sipped the hot tea. Weariness had settled into every muscle and bone, but Regine couldn't give up--not yet. Aliceana didn't know it, but Regine was on a mission that encompassed several countries and the dark underworld that few had heard about. She hoped that Aliceana wouldn't notice the hints of dark magic that still clung to her like smoke.