#chatllm

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Can we please add a custom LLM to Ordis?!

Christ that would be amazing! DE can program it all glitchy and shit still but, it could be an actual chatbot for a player and it would be the coolest damn thing ever!!

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Something new for you tonight, True Believers: a story set in @subliminalbo's Literary Universe! Featuring an image manipulation graciously provided by the man himself!

This story references characters from the Obedience by Fleur series. While not required, the main stories are suggested reading.

Thanks to my friend @subliminalbo (also at @subliminalboarchive) for the collabo.

Bailey's Huawai flagship, customized with added security and privacy features, rang and buzzed on her workbench. Her brow furrowed, temporarily wrinkling her flawless golden skin. "Support," Bailey muttered with caution as she answered. Very weird. If someone's calling this number… something is wrong.

"Uh," a timid male voice stuttered in response, followed by a long pause. "Um, I think I fucked up."

Bailey closed her eyes, sighing. "Go on."

"Well, I…," the man continued, but his cadence suggested he was distracted. "Hey, um, honey, don't touch that," he interjected, before refocusing his attention on Bailey. "I think she's broken. I broke her."

"You. Broke. Her," Bailey repeated slowly, each word more incredulous than the last. "And how… how did you break her, sir?"

Bailey thought she heard the man swallow hard through the tinny speakerphone. "OK. Well. I know that she has some, um, default abilities."

"Yes. Her menu. This was explained when you requested her services."

Loud noises. The sound of glass breaking. "Shit," the man said in irritation. "that was a gift!" He continued, talking faster, Bailey could practically hear him sweating. "Well, I wanted to know if she had, like, a secret menu. So I asked her, and she said no, but that there was…"

"An API," Bailey muttered. Fuck. She tilted her head back, eyes closed, and sighed again. She would have to work on hardening that endpoint. The last thing she needed was incel dipshits like Johnny Mnemonic here fucking with the product. She was a damn good engineer, but you don't exactly get to beta test mind control technology before you put it into production.

She should know. She was not only the president, she was also a client.

"What did you do, sir? Exactly?" Bailey's words were polite, but her tone dripped with frustration. Condescension also, but she really wasn't concerned about the customer's feelings right now.

Another pause, then an admission. "Well, she started telling me about her API, and I'm not a programmer, so I asked ChatLLM. And it gave me some things to try. Baby, take that out of your mouth."

"You fucking vibe coded her. You vibe coded a sex drone escort, running assembly code firmware, with some commands you got from a consumer AI. She's a human being, not a kit you bought at Radio Shack." Bailey could barely contain her rising anger. She mentally adjusted her hormone levels. Her pupils faded completely into solid white spheres. This wasn't the time to lose her cool.

There was hemming and hawing, then finally a guilty, "yes."

Bailey spoke again, the edge out of her voice as the fury subsided and her pupils returned. "Well, seeing as this would violate the terms and conditions of your agreement, if there were such a thing, I'm here to tell you: you break it, you buy it. Five mil ought to cover it. Have a good one."

"Five mil…five million dollars?!" the man exclaimed. Bailey could hear his voice quivering. "I don't have that kind of money! I work retail!"

"I'm sorry," Bailey said. And to her credit, she did pity this man. She knew enough to know his death would not be quick or painless. Triads don't fuck around. "The people I work with, they don't…" She chose her words carefully for effect. "take damaged merchandise lightly."

Bailey could her muffled crying on the other end. More broken glass, but no admonishment. Just sobs. She didn't like this. Didn't like the choices on the table. Having to calculate the least shitty outcome. Compromising her morality - her humanity - one crossed line after another.

But who was she kidding? Compromising your morality was The Romero Way.

"I don't want your dumbass blood on my hands. I'll make you a deal. Give me someone to replace her."

"I don't…what do you mean?"

"A wife, a sister, a cousin. Someone hot, or at least cute. Fixable. Someone local. A name, and an address, and you get to celebrate another birthday."

She could practically hear the man bargaining with himself. "I couldn't. I won't."

Bailey's voice was firm and callous. "No skin off my ass. Hope your will is in order." Give me a name, she pleaded internally. Take the goddamn offer.

"OK. I'll text it over." Very quietly, Bailey exhaled in relief. Her phone buzzed with a notification. She glanced at the address, and forwarded it to her liaison with some notes about tonight.

"You made the right choice. A team is on their way for extraction. For her, and for you."

"For me?"

"You know too much. Also, we have room in our inventory for all genders and sexual identities." In Romero, there are only perverts, and people who aren't perverts yet, Bailey ruminated.

When the man finally spoke, his voice was quiet, and his tone resigned. "Will she be okay? Will she be happy?"

Bailey hesitated. She thought of her mother, Rosa, her eyes glassy, wearing a low-cut red dress and her black choker, leaving a young child alone on a Saturday night. Baby, Mamá's got to go somewhere. Be a good girl and take care of yourself, okay?

She wanted to cynically deliver the uncaring truth. No, she wouldn't be okay. Ultimately, her happiness wasn't important, was it? It sure as hell hadn't been for Rosa, or for young Bailey. If you weren't part of Romero's circle of elites, you were just collateral damage.

But she didn't say that.

"Yes," Bailey lied, her voice soft and comforting. "She will." And she ended the call.

Bailey sat at her workbench for a long time, alone. Only the trees rustling outside the window permeated the silence. It could have been worse, she tried to tell herself. A lot worse. She saved a man from his own stupidity tonight.

When did she get so soft?

Ed King and Elena Maxwell had ruined her career before it got started, and they were going to pay. She only needed to set her emotions aside, and finish the job.

So why was she disgusted with herself?

These questions lacked simple answers. Tonight, isolated in her empty house, questions were the only company Bailey had.

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Something new for you tonight, True Believers: a story set in @subliminalbo's Literary Universe!

This story references characters from the Obedience by Fleur series. While not required, the main stories are suggested reading.

Thanks to my friend @subliminalbo (also at @subliminalboarchive) for the collabo.

Bailey's Huawai flagship, customized with added security and privacy features, rang and buzzed on her workbench. Her brow furrowed, temporarily wrinkling her flawless golden skin. "Support," Bailey muttered with caution as she answered. Very weird. If someone's calling this number… something is wrong.

"Uh," a timid male voice stuttered in response, followed by a long pause. "Um, I think I fucked up."

Bailey closed her eyes, sighing. "Go on."

"Well, I…," the man continued, but his cadence suggested he was distracted. "Hey, um, honey, don't touch that," he interjected, before refocusing his attention on Bailey. "I think she's broken. I broke her."

"You. Broke. Her," Bailey repeated slowly, each word more incredulous than the last. "And how… how did you break her, sir?"

Bailey thought she heard the man swallow hard through the tinny speakerphone. "OK. Well. I know that she has some, um, default abilities."

"Yes. Her menu. This was explained when you requested her services."

Loud noises. The sound of glass breaking. "Shit," the man said in irritation. "that was a gift!" He continued, talking faster, Bailey could practically hear him sweating. "Well, I wanted to know if she had, like, a secret menu. So I asked her, and she said no, but that there was…"

"An API," Bailey muttered. Fuck. She tilted her head back, eyes closed, and sighed again. She would have to work on hardening that endpoint. The last thing she needed was incel dipshits like Johnny Mnemonic here fucking with the product. She was a damn good engineer, but you don't exactly get to beta test mind control technology before you put it into production.

She should know. She was not only the president, she was also a client.

"What did you do, sir? Exactly?" Bailey's words were polite, but her tone dripped with frustration. Condescension also, but she really wasn't concerned about the customer's feelings right now.

Another pause, then an admission. "Well, she started telling me about her API, and I'm not a programmer, so I asked ChatLLM. And it gave me some things to try. Baby, take that out of your mouth."

"You fucking vibe coded her. You vibe coded a sex drone escort, running assembly code firmware, with some commands you got from a consumer AI. She's a human being, not a kit you bought at Radio Shack." Bailey could barely contain her rising anger. She mentally adjusted her hormone levels. Her pupils faded completely into solid white spheres. This wasn't the time to lose her cool.

There was hemming and hawing, then finally a guilty, "yes."

Bailey spoke again, the edge out of her voice as the fury subsided and her pupils returned. "Well, seeing as this would violate the terms and conditions of your agreement, if there were such a thing, I'm here to tell you: you break it, you buy it. Five mil ought to cover it. Have a good one."

"Five mil…five million dollars?!" the man exclaimed. Bailey could hear his voice quivering. "I don't have that kind of money! I work retail!"

"I'm sorry," Bailey said. And to her credit, she did pity this man. She knew enough to know his death would not be quick or painless. Triads don't fuck around. "The people I work with, they don't…" She chose her words carefully for effect. "take damaged merchandise lightly."

Bailey could her muffled crying on the other end. More broken glass, but no admonishment. Just sobs. She didn't like this. Didn't like the choices on the table. Having to calculate the least shitty outcome. Compromising her morality - her humanity - one crossed line after another.

But who was she kidding? Compromising your morality was The Romero Way.

"I don't want your dumbass blood on my hands. I'll make you a deal. Give me someone to replace her."

"I don't…what do you mean?"

"A wife, a sister, a cousin. Someone hot, or at least cute. Fixable. Someone local. A name, and an address, and you get to celebrate another birthday."

She could practically hear the man bargaining with himself. "I couldn't. I won't."

Bailey's voice was firm and callous. "No skin off my ass. Hope your will is in order." Give me a name, she pleaded internally. Take the goddamn offer.

"OK. I'll text it over." Very quietly, Bailey exhaled in relief. Her phone buzzed with a notification. She glanced at the address, and forwarded it to her liaison with some notes about tonight.

"You made the right choice. A team is on their way for extraction. For her, and for you."

"For me?"

"You know too much. Also, we have room in our inventory for all genders and sexual identities." In Romero, there are only perverts, and people who aren't perverts yet, Bailey ruminated.

When the man finally spoke, his voice was quiet, and his tone resigned. "Will she be okay? Will she be happy?"

Bailey hesitated. She thought of her mother, Rosa, her eyes glassy, wearing a low-cut red dress and her black choker, leaving a young child alone on a Saturday night. Baby, Mamá's got to go somewhere. Be a good girl and take care of yourself, okay?

She wanted to cynically deliver the uncaring truth. No, she wouldn't be okay. Ultimately, her happiness wasn't important, was it? It sure as hell hadn't been for Rosa, or for young Bailey. If you weren't part of Romero's circle of elites, you were just collateral damage.

But she didn't say that.

"Yes," Bailey lied, her voice soft and comforting. "She will." And she ended the call.

Bailey sat at her workbench for a long time, alone. Only the trees rustling outside the window permeated the silence. It could have been worse, she tried to tell herself. A lot worse. She saved a man from his own stupidity tonight.

When did she get so soft?

Ed King and Elena Maxwell had ruined her career before it got started, and they were going to pay. She only needed to set her emotions aside, and finish the job.

So why was she disgusted with herself?

These questions lacked simple answers. Tonight, isolated in her empty house, questions were the only company Bailey had.

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No More Claude

This was a tough decision because I really enjoy everything about Anthropic. From their global work on the ethics of LLM use to the sweet ass font they use, they seem like a super cool company. However, I've been running into limitations with Claude that I can't seem to be able to work around - at least for now. I'm sure future updates will draw me back in; we'll see.

Claude's large context window was one of the main reasons I started using it, but the usage constraints (around 30 to 45 prompts per 5-hour period) have become a major obstacle. I often hit that limit within an hour when deep-diving into a topic, especially when the details are complex. The more detail I need, the higher the token cost, and the fewer interactions I can have. And as my experience grows with using LLMs, each interaction has become more and more complex. Unfortunately, this just doesn’t work for my current needs, so Claude is out!

Lately, most of my work has been through Abacus.AI’s ChatLLM and its RouteLLM feature, with Claude only being used occasionally to double-check things so I'm really not losing much. ChatLLM includes the latest models from Anthropic, OpenAI, and others (including ByteDance's new DeepSeek3 model!), so I really don’t feel a strong need to keep Claude for that reason. There is one feature I’ll miss and that is Claude’s Projects tool - it’s a pretty awesome tool. However, it also has limitations that get in the way as I explore more advanced techniques. With ChatLLM, I can create my own chat agents, which seems to offer similar functionality (correct me if I’m wrong).

At any rate, goodbye, Claude - and Anthropic. I’ve enjoyed every moment working with this tool, and I hope Anthropic’s efforts to guide LLMs (and AGIs) toward a more equitable and ethical future truly make a difference. As we approach a new horizon of technological advancement, their work will be far more important than ever.

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Character 1 Cassian Albrecht

Image crated using Recraft and ChatLLM with Claude 3.5 Sonnet

Description

A weathered warrior in his forties, Cassian Albrecht cuts an intimidating figure in his patchwork of trophy armor - each piece a dark memento taken from fallen vampire nobility. The elegant, obsidian-black plates bear ornate engravings typical of vampire craftsmanship, circular medallions and flowing Gothic patterns intertwining across the surface. His only flash of color is a crimson scarf, faded and battle-worn, tied across his chest as a proud declaration of his allegiance to the Crimson Vanguard. The mysterious Cloak of Ethereal Shadows flows around him, its dark fabric seeming to bend light and blur his movements, while the silver Talisman of Crimson Sight gleams at his throat, its hollow gem set in intricate silverwork occasionally pulsing with a soft red ethereal glow.

His stern face is framed by the lightest shadow of silver-peppered stubble and crowned with military-short grey hair kept precisely trimmed. Sharp, vigilant eyes constantly scan his surroundings, a habit born from years of hunting supernatural prey. His sturdy, athletic build speaks to a lifetime of combat, while his severe expression rarely wavers from its grim set. At his hip hangs the shimmering rapier Crimson Fang, its vampire-forged blade a bitter reminder of his enemies' craftsmanship. The overall effect is that of a man shaped by war and vengeance - a shadow among shadows, save for that defiant splash of crimson across his chest.

Image crated using DALL-E and ChatLLM with Claude 3.5 Sonnet

Character Sheet

High Concept: Last Duelist of the Crimson Rebellion

Cassian is the last surviving duelist of the Crimson Rebellion, a war that tore apart the kingdom of Eryndor and its people. Though his deeds were legendary, the world has moved on, and few remain who remember his name or his role in the war.

Trouble: Haunted by Those Who Remember

Cassian’s past actions during the Crimson Rebellion have left him with enemies—both human and supernatural—who seek vengeance or justice.

Additional Aspects:

The Blade Knows No Mercy

Cassian’s rapier, Crimson Fang, is a weapon of unparalleled precision and lethality, forged by ancient vampire blacksmiths. It is as unyielding as its wielder.

Tales of My Feats Are Whispers in the Dark

Stories of Cassian’s deeds are spoken in hushed tones, often exaggerated or distorted. His name inspires both awe and fear, but few dare to speak of him openly.

A Relic of a Broken World

Cassian is a living remnant of the Crimson Rebellion, a man shaped by a war that left the world in ruins. To some, he is a symbol of hope and resilience; to others, a dangerous relic of a past best forgotten.

Skills:

Great (+4): Fight

Good (+3): Notice, Athletics

Fair (+2): Will, Physique, Lore

Average (+1): Investigate, Provoke, Rapport, Crafts

Stunts:

Precision Strike

Once per scene, when attacking with Fight, Cassian can spend a Fate Point to ignore an opponent's armor.

The Fearsome Duelist

Gain +2 to Provoke when attempting to intimidate someone in combat.

Rapid Reflexes

Gain +2 to Athletics when defending against ranged or melee attacks.

Extras:

Talisman of Crimson Sight

Description: A silver amulet inscribed with ancient runes, glowing faintly when supernatural evil is near. This subtle red glow intensifies the closer the danger is.

Effect: Detect supernatural evil and gain +2 to Notice or Lore when actively searching for it.

Narrative: The talisman was a gift from Clara, a vampire who has loved Cassian since childhood. It not only allows Cassian to sense evil intent but also lets Clara know his location and emotional state at all times.

Cloak of Ethereal Shadows

Description: A dark, flowing cloak that shimmers faintly, creating the illusion of displacement. Cassian’s movements appear blurred and slightly out of sync, making it difficult for enemies to track him.

Effect: Enemies take a -2 penalty to hit Cassian unless they succeed on an opposed Notice vs. Athletics roll.

Equipment:

Weapons:

Shimmering Rapier ("Crimson Fang"):

Description: An enchanted weapon forged over a thousand years ago by ancient vampire blacksmiths. Its shimmering edge and unyielding quality make it a perfect tool for slaying supernatural creatures.

Effect: Gain a +2 bonus to Fight rolls when attacking supernatural creatures vulnerable to silver.

Dagger of Last Resort:

Description: A small blade for emergencies, granting a +2 bonus to a single Fight roll when surprised.

Armor:

Reinforced Gambeson: Light armor that reduces physical damage by 1 shift when hit.

Standard Gear:

Holy Water Vials

Steel-Pointed Stakes

Small Crossbow with silver-tipped bolts

Herbal Poultices

Journal of Lore

Mount:

Shadowmane, the Loyal Steed: A jet-black stallion with eyes like smoldering embers. Bred for endurance and speed, the horse is as unyielding as its master. Grants a +2 bonus to Athletics when mounted and moving at speed.

Stress Trackers:

Physical Stress: 3 boxes

Mental Stress: 3 boxes

Refresh: 3 Fate Points

Image crated using FLUX 1.1 [Pro] and ChatLLM with Claude 3.5 Sonnet

Background

The Crimson Rebellion and Its Aftermath

Cassian Albrecht was once a decorated general in the Crimson Rebellion, a war that shattered the kingdom of Eryndor and left its people struggling to rebuild. The rebellion began when Cassian uncovered a horrifying truth: King Aldemar, ruler of Eryndor, had allied with the vampire lord Kaelith Drazhar, leader of a shadow empire known as the Umbral Court. This unholy alliance sought to consolidate power at the expense of humanity, plunging the land into chaos.

Unable to stand by, Cassian turned against the king he had once sworn to serve, leading his forces in a desperate uprising. The rebellion was a brutal and bloody conflict that lasted for months, with Cassian fighting enemies on all sides—vampires, their mortal legions, and the loyalists of Eryndor. Though the rebellion ultimately succeeded in toppling both the kingdom and the Umbral Court, the cost was unimaginable. The kingdom was left in ruins, and nearly all who fought alongside Cassian perished. Now, only a few scattered survivors remember his name, and his deeds have faded into whispers and legends, spoken only in the shadows of taverns and the hushed prayers of the desperate.

A Man Haunted by Regret

Cassian’s greatest regret is not the rebellion itself but the years he spent serving a corrupt king. He laments the time he wasted as a pawn of the crown, following orders instead of forging his own destiny. In his darker moments, he wonders if he could have avoided the war entirely by retreating from society with his espoused and living a quiet life far from the corruption of the world. Yet such peace would never truly be possible, and now even the memories of his family—his wife and children—are fading. He carries no mementos of them, only the fragments of recollection that linger in his mind, growing dimmer with each passing year. Their faces are like ghosts, haunting him in the quiet hours of the night.

A Crusade Against Corruption

Cassian’s crusade is driven not only by his personal loss but by the suffering of countless others. He sees greed and the hunger for power as a corruption that infects society, though he struggles to articulate its true nature. To him, it is an insidious force that must be eradicated, no matter the cost. Cassian has become a relentless force of vengeance, striking down those who exploit and oppress others. His mission is not just for himself but for all who have suffered under the weight of corruption and tyranny.

The Enigmatic Clara Redtail

Cassian’s only true ally is Clara Redtail, a mysterious figure who has been by his side in times of need. Unbeknownst to Cassian, Clara is a vampire, though she possesses an ability that allows her to hide this truth from him. Clara has loved Cassian since they were children, long before he married and had a family. She watched his life from afar, unable to intervene, and now she remains close to him, offering her support in subtle ways.

Clara gifted Cassian the Talisman of Crimson Sight, a silver amulet inscribed with ancient runes. To Cassian, it is a tool that allows him to sense supernatural evil, glowing faintly when danger is near. What he does not know is that the talisman also allows Clara to track his location and emotional state, ensuring she can always find him when he is in need. Though her love for him is genuine, Clara lives in quiet dread, her devotion warring with the fear of what might happen if Cassian were to discover her true nature. Each moment by his side is both a blessing and a curse.

Enemies in the Shadows

Cassian’s enemies are as numerous as the stars. Among them is Lord Veylin, a former noble who betrayed Cassian during the rebellion and now rules a powerful city-state. Veylin has aligned himself with supernatural forces to maintain his power and views Cassian as a dangerous threat to his dominion.

Another of Cassian’s foes is Seraphine Kaelith Drazhar, the daughter of the vampire lord Kaelith. Seraphine survived the rebellion and now seeks revenge against Cassian for the destruction of her father and the Umbral Court. She is a cunning and deadly adversary, her hatred for Cassian burning as fiercely as his hatred for her kind. Her name is whispered among the remnants of the vampire legions, a shadow that looms over Cassian’s path.

A Stoic and Relentless Hunter

Cassian carries himself with an air of cold confidence, his stoic demeanor masking the pain and anger that drive him. He speaks little, his words sharp and deliberate. Though he despises all forms of authority from parental figures to shop keepers, he has a soft spot for children, seeing them as a beacon of hope for humanity’s future. He often goes out of his way to protect them, though he does so without fanfare or acknowledgment. To the people he aids, he is a grim savior, a man who appears from the shadows to deliver justice before vanishing once more.

A View of the Supernatural

Cassian’s hatred extends beyond vampires to all who serve them. He views their legions as an extension of the corruption he seeks to destroy. While he does not hate all supernatural beings, he has no patience for those who prey on humanity. His encounters with vampires and their thralls have left him with a deep-seated resolve to eliminate them wherever they are found.

The Crimson Vanguard

Cassian is followed by a small band of loyalists known as the Crimson Vanguard, remnants of the old Vanguard of Light who share his vision of a world free from corruption. Though their numbers are few, they are fiercely dedicated to his cause. The Crimson Vanguard maintains Ashenhold, a crumbling fortress that serves as a rallying point for their efforts. While Cassian rarely lingers there, the fortress is maintained by a handful of volunteers who see it as a symbol of resistance.

The Blade and the Cloak

Cassian wields Crimson Fang, an enchanted rapier forged thousands of years ago by ancient vampire craftsmen. The blade is unyielding, never dulling or breaking, and its shimmering edge makes it especially effective against supernatural creatures. Though it is a weapon of great power, its origins serve as a bitter reminder of the vampires Cassian despises.

He also wears the Cloak of Ethereal Shadows, a dark, shimmering garment woven from rare desert silk and infused with shadow magic. The cloak was claimed after a grueling siege on a lesser vampire lord’s keep. The cloak creates the illusion of displacement, making Cassian’s movements appear blurred and out of sync, which confounds his enemies in battle.

A Relentless Combatant

In battle, Cassian is a cold and efficient killer. Once a master of elegant dueling, he has abandoned much of his finesse in favor of brutal, overwhelming force. He rarelyt taunts or speaks to his enemies, focusing solely on eliminating them as brutaly as possible. His fighting style reflects the man he has become: relentless, unyielding, and utterly without mercy.

A World Rebuilding from Ruin

The world Cassian inhabits is one still reeling from the aftermath of the Crimson Rebellion. Vampires, while no longer the dominant threat they once were, still lurk in the shadows, preying on the weak. The name Cassian Albrecht is both feared and revered, with some seeing him as a hero and others as a dangerous relic of a bygone war. As he marches ever onward, Cassian remains a symbol of humanity’s struggle against the darkness, a lone duelist fighting to carve a better future from the ruins of the past.

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