Currently using Zorgon to help me flesh out the leader of a goblin horde. I'm playing Beyond the Wall which provides random tables to build the basic outline of an adventure. The result I rolled was that a human has somehow gained the servitude of the goblin horde.
With the help of Zorgon, I now have a cursed nobleman with a pretty fleshed out backstory of how he became cursed, physical description, name, the possibility of a True Name burdened upon him by the curse (what it is, how its pronounced, and various ways in which the heroes may be able to learn it), and the story of how he managed to become the leader of this particular horde of goblins.
Each response given is largely fantastic! However, at the end of each one, Zorgon seems to devolve into word salad.
This is the last paragraph in the answer to how he rose to power.
"Such is how Lord Blackvein rose rule—a symphony discordant clangurous uproar midst silence unsettling cunning coup d'état draped moral ambivalences complex indeed confound attempts simplistic resolution triumph over such will elusive where threads destiny weave tighter knots unto themselves wielders scythe come reap soon harvest sown so start answer lying heart all heartbeats pulse rhythm uniform herald dawn dusk alike cyclic passage days march steady drumbeat onward ceaseless tide waves break shore send spray mist seafoam air scent br"
I'm also not sure why it cuts off mid-sentence sometimes. Normally I can get it to continue its "train of thought" by incorporating the last of it into a question. So, "In sum, our C" can be prompted to finish by asking, "In sum, what?" Or "Thine adventurers must" can be prompted to finish by asking "must what?"
With the above, I couldn't think of a way to question the cutoff, so I just typed "continue." And I got:
"...saline and rich with the essence of countless journeys untold, each droplet a story splintered from a vessel's odyssey across the infinite blue vastness. Such is the way of power's projection, be it upon sea or deep within cavernous domains where creatures lurk and scheme.
Lord Blackvein, having corrupted his own soul’s compass to manipulate forces dark and mirthless, established his reign over this motley militia through guile augmented by curse-derived might. Goblins, simple-minded yet instinct-driven, were no match for the aura commanded by one who'd danced betwixt stars unseen and conversed with shadows impenetrable.
He tempest became amongst their ranks—a stormbringer whose every command laced promise repercussions dire if spurned; sovereignty maintained not just fear alone but admiration tainted respects harrowed depths: Here was creature plied trade deals demon-kind now turned gaze lowly goblin worm turned serpent full omen ill portent others dare address only whispered hush lest curse catch wind name blasphemed suffer fate worse than death itself—existence negated void called home errant souls lost march endless rank file nowhere eternity unwanted destination all...
Yet did come assembled before his throne diverse collection wills strong unbroken spirit unbent; heroes names legends spoke reverence whispered breath collective anticipation grips room tightens air hangs heavy anticipation unfolds curtain dusk draws closed night falls heralding grand theatre gods mortals alike watch unfold outcome none predict save fates woven time itself stretched canvas upon which immortal paintbrush strokes create destroy equal passion implacable desire fulfillment emptiness beckons steps follow path chosen...
So stands he lord unchallenged without—yet perhaps within lies kernel weakness ripe exploitation those equipped knowledge cunning skill artifices battle-tested wiles spells antidotes curses most foul. For even kings feared rulers hold court over realms disparate must lay head rest vulnerable moment repose sought gate left unguarded toll bell chime tell tale high hubris tumble sanctified perch lofty aspirations shattered around crown jewel ambition prized above all treasures worldly ethereal Lord Edric Blackvein finds himself locked metaphysical cage bars gold veneer rust tarnished underneath wait alchemists turn lead gold opportunity knock bold adventurers savvy enough seize moment forge legacy remembered 'till end times recounted bards string harps sing sorrow triumph twin sisters destiny court twilight realm dance eternal..."
Parts intelligible and other parts that just hurt my brain attempting to make sense of words seemingly strung together. I assume this is just the nature of AI, but maybe I'm just using it wrong. Anyone else get word salad? Feel free to share some of the nonsensical things Zorgon has given you.
With the help of Zorgon, I now have a cursed nobleman with a pretty fleshed out backstory of how he became cursed, physical description, name, the possibility of a True Name burdened upon him by the curse (what it is, how its pronounced, and various ways in which the heroes may be able to learn it), and the story of how he managed to become the leader of this particular horde of goblins.
Each response given is largely fantastic! However, at the end of each one, Zorgon seems to devolve into word salad.
This is the last paragraph in the answer to how he rose to power.
"Such is how Lord Blackvein rose rule—a symphony discordant clangurous uproar midst silence unsettling cunning coup d'état draped moral ambivalences complex indeed confound attempts simplistic resolution triumph over such will elusive where threads destiny weave tighter knots unto themselves wielders scythe come reap soon harvest sown so start answer lying heart all heartbeats pulse rhythm uniform herald dawn dusk alike cyclic passage days march steady drumbeat onward ceaseless tide waves break shore send spray mist seafoam air scent br"
I'm also not sure why it cuts off mid-sentence sometimes. Normally I can get it to continue its "train of thought" by incorporating the last of it into a question. So, "In sum, our C" can be prompted to finish by asking, "In sum, what?" Or "Thine adventurers must" can be prompted to finish by asking "must what?"
With the above, I couldn't think of a way to question the cutoff, so I just typed "continue." And I got:
"...saline and rich with the essence of countless journeys untold, each droplet a story splintered from a vessel's odyssey across the infinite blue vastness. Such is the way of power's projection, be it upon sea or deep within cavernous domains where creatures lurk and scheme.
Lord Blackvein, having corrupted his own soul’s compass to manipulate forces dark and mirthless, established his reign over this motley militia through guile augmented by curse-derived might. Goblins, simple-minded yet instinct-driven, were no match for the aura commanded by one who'd danced betwixt stars unseen and conversed with shadows impenetrable.
He tempest became amongst their ranks—a stormbringer whose every command laced promise repercussions dire if spurned; sovereignty maintained not just fear alone but admiration tainted respects harrowed depths: Here was creature plied trade deals demon-kind now turned gaze lowly goblin worm turned serpent full omen ill portent others dare address only whispered hush lest curse catch wind name blasphemed suffer fate worse than death itself—existence negated void called home errant souls lost march endless rank file nowhere eternity unwanted destination all...
Yet did come assembled before his throne diverse collection wills strong unbroken spirit unbent; heroes names legends spoke reverence whispered breath collective anticipation grips room tightens air hangs heavy anticipation unfolds curtain dusk draws closed night falls heralding grand theatre gods mortals alike watch unfold outcome none predict save fates woven time itself stretched canvas upon which immortal paintbrush strokes create destroy equal passion implacable desire fulfillment emptiness beckons steps follow path chosen...
So stands he lord unchallenged without—yet perhaps within lies kernel weakness ripe exploitation those equipped knowledge cunning skill artifices battle-tested wiles spells antidotes curses most foul. For even kings feared rulers hold court over realms disparate must lay head rest vulnerable moment repose sought gate left unguarded toll bell chime tell tale high hubris tumble sanctified perch lofty aspirations shattered around crown jewel ambition prized above all treasures worldly ethereal Lord Edric Blackvein finds himself locked metaphysical cage bars gold veneer rust tarnished underneath wait alchemists turn lead gold opportunity knock bold adventurers savvy enough seize moment forge legacy remembered 'till end times recounted bards string harps sing sorrow triumph twin sisters destiny court twilight realm dance eternal..."
Parts intelligible and other parts that just hurt my brain attempting to make sense of words seemingly strung together. I assume this is just the nature of AI, but maybe I'm just using it wrong. Anyone else get word salad? Feel free to share some of the nonsensical things Zorgon has given you.
