This week our wonderful Bard was busy out of town so Queen Julala stepped in as host of the Bard Circle. Today we had a bit of fun prompting CHATgtp (Artificial Intelligence) to write stories and poems for us. We had some great results and the machine worked very hard for us 😀
Prompt: write a poem about a centauride who upset a goblin and he has been having all sorts of mischief with her as revenge. (by Julala)
In a mystical forest, where shadows oft play,
Lived a centauride named Tori, they say.
With the grace of a nymph and a heart full of light,
She danced through the day and she danced through the night.
But one fateful eve, ‘neath a moon’s silver gleam,
She crossed paths with a goblin, a sinister scheme.
His name was Bob, with a mischievous grin,
He plotted revenge for some imagined sin.
Bob, the goblin, a creature of spite,
In darkness and shadows, he reveled each night.
He bore a deep grudge, like a venomous seed,
And he vowed to sow chaos, fulfill his dark need.
He whispered dark spells in the dead of the night,
Sent cursed dreams that gave Toria fright.
Her once peaceful slumber, now plagued by despair,
As nightmares and visions filled her with care.
He tripped her with roots, made her stumble and fall,
Invisible hands pushed her against the stone wall.
Her once joyous laughter turned to sorrowful cries,
As the goblin’s mischief played tricks on her eyes.
Bob set fireflies aglow in her mane,
As she wandered the forest in search of her bane.
And her tail, once a banner of pride and delight,
Now writhed and tangled in the shadows of night.
But Tori, the centauride, strong and serene,
With courage unbroken, her spirit pristine.
She’d not let Bob, with his tricks and his games,
Diminish her essence, tarnish her name.
With wisdom and kindness, she sought a truce,
Convinced the sly goblin to let loose his abuse.
For in unity and peace, they could both thrive,
In the enchanted forest, where dreams come alive.
And so, in the end, the goblin relented,
His vengeful desires, he finally repented.
Tori, the centauride, her heart open wide,
Showed that kindness and love could heal hurtful pride.
In the forest they danced, goblin and mare,
A duo once broken, now a curious pair.
For in realms where enchantment and magic reside,
Even enemies find that forgiveness can’t hide.
Prompt: Grizzle and Ronald, the two goblin servants of Queen Julala decided to surprise her by cooking a smelly pie for her birthday. Goblins are good servants with good hearts, sometimes mischevious, but they hate to bathe, so they are usually smelly and prefer dirty and muddy stuff rather than cleanness. Also they like to play pranks on each other and have fun all day. (by Lil Cinniminimin)
Grizzle and Ronald, the mischievous goblin servants, were excitedly preparing a surprise for their beloved Queen Julala’s birthday. Knowing her fondness for unusual and eccentric things, they decided to cook her a special pie with a rather pungent twist.
The two goblins ventured into the depths of the forest, where they gathered an assortment of peculiar ingredients. Grizzle, with his keen sense of smell, tracked down the stinkiest cheeses, while Ronald expertly plucked mushrooms known for their foul odor. They added a dash of fermented fish sauce, a pinch of rotten eggs, and a handful of spoiled cabbage to complete their concoction.
Throughout the preparation, the goblins playfully teased each other, smearing mud on their faces and tossing bits of rotten fruit back and forth. Their laughter echoed through the trees as they merrily cooked their smelly masterpiece.
After hours of diligent work, Grizzle and Ronald proudly presented the pie to Queen Julala. Holding their breaths, they waited anxiously for her reaction. The moment she took a whiff of the pie, her face twisted in surprise, and then she burst into laughter.
Queen Julala, with her open-minded nature and appreciation for goblin humor, found their gesture both amusing and endearing. She thanked them for their thoughtful surprise, knowing that it was their way of showing their love and dedication.
As the celebrations continued, Grizzle and Ronald joined the merriment, engaging in playful pranks and spreading joy throughout the kingdom. Their mischievous spirits added a unique charm to the festivities, and everyone laughed and enjoyed the day.
While the goblins may have preferred their muddy and smelly ways, they understood that cleanliness was important to others. So, as a token of gratitude for their loyal service, Queen Julala presented them with a special gift—a sparkling, enchanted bathtub that magically cleaned and pampered them without taking away their mischievous spirit.
From that day on, Grizzle and Ronald still indulged in their playful pranks and goblin mischief, but they also appreciated the joy of occasional cleanliness, especially when it came to
celebrating special occasions. And so, their adventures continued, with the queen and her goblin servants, united in their love for fun, laughter, and the occasional smelly pie.
Prompt: Write a story about funny fairies Ulf and Kitten finding an otter (by кιţţєη L’вєaη)
Once upon a time, in the heart of the Enchanted Forest, there lived two mischievous fairies named Ulf and Kitten. Ulf had a shock of bright green hair and always wore a tiny bowler hat, while Kitten, as her name suggested, had a penchant for wearing cat-shaped masks and had a laugh that could make the leaves rustle with joy. These two were known throughout the forest for their endless pranks and their infectious laughter.
One sunny morning, Ulf and Kitten decided to go on an adventure. They had heard rumors of a magical otter who lived in a crystal-clear pond deep within the forest. This otter was said to possess a special pearl that could grant wishes. Naturally, the idea of having a wish-granting pearl intrigued the playful duo, and off they went in search of this legendary otter.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, they encountered all sorts of magical creatures. There were talking squirrels, singing birds, and even a dancing tree. Ulf and Kitten couldn’t resist joining in the festivities, and soon enough, they had a squirrel orchestra playing a tune to accompany the tree’s dance.
After a joyous afternoon of frolicking with the forest’s inhabitants, they continued their journey to find the otter’s pond. They followed the soft, melodious sound of running water and soon stumbled upon the most beautiful pond they had ever seen. It sparkled like a thousand diamonds in the dappled sunlight, and the water was so clear that they could see to the very bottom.
As Ulf and Kitten approached the pond, they saw a small otter splashing around playfully. Its fur glistened in shades of emerald and sapphire, and in its tiny paw, it held a shimmering pearl.
Ulf and Kitten couldn’t contain their excitement. “Hello there, Mr. Otter!” Ulf exclaimed, tipping his bowler hat politely.
The otter looked up and blinked its big, dark eyes at the two fairies. “Oh, hello! I’m Otis,” he said with a friendly smile.
“We’ve heard stories about you, Otis!” Kitten chimed in. “They say you have a wish-granting pearl.”
Otis nodded. “Yes, I do have a pearl, but it’s not for granting wishes. It’s just a pretty pearl I found while swimming.”
Ulf and Kitten were a bit disappointed, but they couldn’t stay sad for long. They realized that even without a wish-granting pearl, they had stumbled upon a wonderful new friend.
“Would you like to play with us, Otis?” Ulf asked.
Otis’ eyes lit up with excitement, and soon the three of them were splashing and frolicking in the magical pond. They played games, had races, and even taught Otis a few fairy dances.
As the day turned into evening, Ulf and Kitten knew it was time to head back home. They said their goodbyes to Otis, promising to return for more adventures soon.
As they flew away from the enchanted pond, Kitten looked at Ulf and said with a grin, “You know, Ulf, I think we found something even better than a wish-granting pearl today.”
Ulf nodded, his green hair bobbing. “You’re absolutely right, Kitten. We found a new friend, and that’s the most magical treasure of all.”
And so, with laughter in their hearts and the memory of their fun-filled day, Ulf and Kitten made their way back home, ready for more adventures in the Enchanted Forest with their newfound friend, Otis the otter.
Prompt: Write the poem beware the winged emerald serpent king. (by Rayven Firebrand)
Beware the winged emerald serpent king,
Whose scales like jade in moonlight softly gleam,
In ancient realms where mysteries take wing,
A guardian of secrets, a serpent’s dream.
With wings outstretched, it soars through starlit skies,
A guardian of realms both near and far,
Its eyes, like precious gems, hold ancient ties,
To lands where time is but a distant star.
In hidden groves, where emerald leaves entwine,
This serpent king, a symbol of the wise,
Protects the treasures of a bygone time,
Where ancient echoes in the darkness rise.
Yet, do not fear its fangs, its silent hiss,
For wisdom flows within its ancient song,
It guards the knowledge of the abyss,
In whispers soft and melodies lifelong.
So, heed the warning, but embrace with care,
The winged emerald serpent’s ancient grace,
For in its presence, secrets rare you’ll share,
And find in wisdom’s depths a sacred place.
Prompt: write a recipe for Centaurian Honey Cake (by Lil Cinnamon)
Legend has it that in the heart of Centauria, the bee nymphs produce a honey so golden and rich, it’s considered a delicacy among all mystical creatures. This cake has been enjoyed for generations during centaurian feasts and celebrations.
Ingredients:
2 cups of Centaurian golden honey (Regular honey can be used as a substitute if you’re not in Centauria)
3 large eggs
3/4 cup vegetable oil or melted butter
3 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
A pinch of salt
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1 cup buttermilk or yogurt
Zest of 1 orange
1/4 cup chopped nuts (optional: walnuts, almonds or centaurian pine nuts)
1/4 cup dried fruits like raisins, sultanas or golden elvenberries
A splash of elderflower liqueur (optional)
Glaze (optional):
1/2 cup Centaurian honey
1/4 cup fresh squeezed orange juice
Instructions:
Preparation: Preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C). Grease and line a 9-inch round cake tin.
Mix Wet Ingredients: In a large mixing bowl, whisk together the Centaurian honey, eggs, and oil or melted butter until smooth.
Combine Dry Ingredients: In another bowl, mix together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg.
Combine Mixtures: Slowly add the dry mixture to the wet ingredients, alternating with the buttermilk or yogurt. Mix until just combined.
Add Final Touches: Gently fold in the orange zest, nuts, and dried fruits. If using elderflower liqueur, fold it in now.
Bake: Pour the batter into the prepared cake tin. Bake for about 45-50 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.
Prepare the Glaze: While the cake is baking, combine the honey and orange juice in a small saucepan. Simmer on low heat for about 5 minutes, or until slightly thickened.
Final Touch:
Once the cake is out of the oven, while still warm, brush the honey-orange glaze over the top. Let the cake absorb the glaze and cool before serving.
Centaurian Serving Suggestion: Enjoy your Centaurian Honey Cake in a meadow under the stars, accompanied by a mug of herbal tea or spiced cider. Perfect for sharing with friends during tales of old adventures and dreams of new journeys.
Prompt: a feral fairy caled kitten that lives in a forest (by Ulf L’Bean – who SUNG this for us LIVE!)
In the heart of the forest, where the wild things roam,
There’s a fairy called Kitten, a creature of her own.
With tangled vine hair and eyes that gleam,
In the depths of her wilderness, she reigns as queen.
Her wings, like autumn, are ragged and torn,
But in the moons glow, a fierce light is now born.
She’ll lead you astray with her whimsical song,
Through the labyrinth woods, where you’ll journey along.
In her forest, trees whisper secrets untold,
As Kitten, the feral, weaves tales of old,
With a mischievous grin and a heart running free,
She dances in moonbeams, a wild spirit to be.
But beware, oh traveler, her enchanting embrace,
For Kitten’s capricice can lead to a chase,
In the heart of the forest, where shadows run deep,
Her magic awakens, and secrets she’ll keep.
She’s a creature of nature, a spirit untamed,
In her wild woodland, she cannot be named.
Kitten, the,fairy, in the moon’s tender light,
Guides lost souls through the forest, a mystical sight.
Prompt: write a story about a centauride finding an injured baby dragon (Tori Landau)
In the heart of the enchanted forest of Eldertree, where ancient trees whispered secrets to the wind and mystical creatures roamed freely, there lived a centauride named Seraphina. She was known for her kind heart and her connection with nature. Seraphina’s upper half was that of a graceful woman with long, flowing hair the color of chestnuts, while her lower half possessed the powerful form of a majestic chestnut mare.
One serene morning, as Seraphina was wandering through the forest, she heard a faint, desperate cry that pierced the tranquility of her surroundings. Her keen ears pricked up, and her heart raced with concern. Following the sorrowful wails, she stumbled upon a heart-wrenching scene. In a small clearing, nestled among the mossy roots of an ancient oak tree, lay an injured baby dragon.
The young dragon was no larger than a housecat, its scales shimmering with hues of emerald and sapphire. Its wings were tattered and scorched, its tail charred, and its eyes filled with pain and fear. Seraphina’s heart ached at the sight of the helpless creature.
Approaching cautiously, Seraphina knelt beside the wounded dragon. She could see that it had been in a fierce battle, its tiny body bearing the marks of fire and claws. The centauride’s gentle hand extended, and she whispered soothing words in the ancient language of the forest, a language only she and the woodland creatures understood.
“It’s going to be alright, little one,” Seraphina murmured, her voice like a soft breeze rustling through leaves. “I’m here to help.”
The baby dragon, though frightened, seemed to sense the sincerity in Seraphina’s voice. It blinked slowly, allowing the centauride to examine its injuries more closely. Seraphina’s fingers glowed with a soft, healing light as she gently touched the dragon’s wounds. With each gentle touch, the burns and cuts began to mend, and the pain in the dragon’s eyes gradually faded.
As the minutes turned into hours, Seraphina worked tirelessly to heal the baby dragon’s injuries. She wrapped its charred tail with soothing herbs and applied a poultice to its battered wings. The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if nature itself were aiding in their efforts.
During this time, a bond formed between Seraphina and the young dragon. It was a connection that transcended words and species, a shared understanding of the healing power of compassion. The dragon, whom Seraphina named Aurelia, soon nestled against her chest, her scales glinting softly in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy.
Days turned into weeks as Seraphina cared for Aurelia, feeding her berries and honey and teaching her the ways of the forest. The centauride marveled at the dragon’s quick wit and curiosity, and Aurelia, in turn, came to trust her completely.
One crisp morning, as the forest woke with the dawn, Aurelia spread her wings for the first time since her injury. They shimmered like a tapestry of gemstones as she took a hesitant flight around the clearing. Seraphina watched with tears of joy in her eyes, her heart filled with pride for her newfound friend.
As the seasons passed, Seraphina and Aurelia became inseparable. They roamed the enchanted forest together, sharing their love for the natural world and the magic that flowed through it. Aurelia, once a wounded and frightened creature, had grown into a strong and majestic dragon under Seraphina’s care.
Their story became a legend in Eldertree Forest, a testament to the enduring power of kindness and the unbreakable bonds that could form between different creatures. Seraphina and Aurelia’s friendship blossomed, a testament to the incredible capacity for love and healing that existed within the heart of even the most mythical of beings.
Prompt: Drunk Centaur (by JỉғғƖεʂ Đᴀrķƒίгɛ Ƒỉᴀͼђɳ)
In the forest’s twilight, a curious sight,
A drunk centaur stumbled through the night.
Half-man, half-horse, he swayed and swirled,
With a flagon of wine, the world unfurled.
His hooves clattered on the cobblestone path,
As he laughed and sang, showing no wrath.
The stars above twinkled in the sky,
As he raised his glass, letting out a sigh.
“O wine, sweet nectar of gods and men,
You’ve taken me on a wild journey again.
Inebriation’s embrace, a magical flight,
Through this enchanted, moonlit night.”
With every sip, his inhibitions did wane,
As he danced and pranced, feeling no pain.
His human half swayed with grace and charm,
While his equine half added to the alarm.
He stumbled upon a clearing in the glade,
Where fireflies danced in a serenade.
The centaur joined the flickering light,
Dancing through the forest, drunk and bright.
But as the dawn began to paint the sky,
The centaur’s revelry started to die.
With a heavy head and a heart full of glee,
He wandered off to find a place to sleep.
In the morning, he’d wake with a throbbing head,
Recalling the night, his wild adventure spread.
A drunk centaur’s tale, a legend untold,
In the mystical forest, where secrets unfold.
Prompt: saved for the end as not to spoil the plot 🙂 (by Julala)
Once upon a time, in a lush and vibrant forest, there lived a sweet little frog named Finn. Finn was no ordinary frog; he had a heart as big as the pond he called home. He was always the first to hop over to the side of the pond when a fellow creature needed a friendly ear or a kind word.
One sunny morning, as the forest came alive with the songs of birds and the gentle rustling of leaves, Finn decided to embark on a happy little adventure. He had heard rumors of a magical meadow hidden deep within the woods, where flowers bloomed in every color imaginable and butterflies danced in the golden sunlight.
With a joyful leap, Finn set off on his journey. He hopped along mossy paths, crossed babbling brooks, and encountered a host of friendly animals along the way. He made new friends, shared laughter, and helped a lost squirrel find its way back to its family.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Finn finally reached the enchanted meadow. It was even more beautiful than he had imagined. The flowers swayed in harmony with the breeze, and the butterflies fluttered around him, painting the air with vibrant hues.
Finn couldn’t contain his excitement and began to sing a happy song, his melodious voice echoing through the meadow. Other creatures soon joined in, and together they created a symphony of joy that filled the meadow with pure happiness.
But, as fate would have it, just as the sun reached its zenith, a shadowy figure slithered into the meadow. It was a cunning snake named Silas, known throughout the forest for his treacherous ways. Silas had been watching Finn and the other creatures from the shadows, jealousy burning in his eyes.
Without warning, Silas lunged at Finn, his venomous fangs sinking into the sweet little frog’s skin. Finn let out a gasp of pain, his joyful song silenced as he collapsed onto the soft grass. Finn was dead.
[13:54] кιţţєη L’вєaη (jayde.askari): :O
[13:54] Alia (aria.hema): 😮
[13:54] Alia (aria.hema): ….
[13:55] Alia (aria.hema): ow
[13:55] Alia (aria.hema): wow
[13:55] Ulf L’Bean (ulfnir.winterwolf): lmao
[13:55] Tori Landau: what?! Noooo
Prompt was: write a short story about a sweet little frog, on a happy little adventure but he suddenly ends up dead
Prompt: something about the myth of the Pandataur (by Rayven aka Pandataur Firebrand)
In the realm of myth and fantasy, there exists a legend,
Of a creature both noble and fierce, where truth and wonder blend.
The Panda Ranger-Taur, a guardian of the land,
With the body of a centaur and a panda’s head so grand.
In ancient woods, where bamboo thickets grow,
This mythical being roams, with purpose, to and fro.
Half-human, half-panda, a warrior so rare,
With skills in archery and courage beyond compare.
The Panda Ranger-Taur, with fur of black and white,
Wields a bow of moonlight, in the stillness of the night.
Their arrows, tipped with stardust, fly swift and true,
Protecting nature’s balance, in all they say and do.
With the wisdom of the ages and eyes that keenly see,
The secrets of the forest and its hidden mystery,
They stand as nature’s sentinel, a symbol of the wild,
Defending creatures great and small, like a protective parent’s child.
But in the heart of this guardian, there’s a gentle, loving side,
For pandas are known for their caring, where empathy resides.
They nurture injured animals and tend to the forest’s needs,
Balancing their fierce protection with compassion’s gentle deeds.
In the myth of the Panda Ranger-Taur, a lesson we can find,
Of strength, compassion, and the ties that bind.
To protect the earth’s wonders and the creatures dwelling here,
With a heart as mighty as a bear, yet tender as a tear.
So, in the realm of fantasy, where legends come to life,
The Panda Ranger-Taur stands tall, amidst the forest strife.
A symbol of courage and love, for both the wild and true,
A mythical being, guarding nature, in the moonlight’s gentle hue.
Prompt…..er…dunno, lost it (by Lil Cinnamon)
From twilight’s brink where wilds untame,
We summon Rayven, of ranger fame.
Craving tacos and salsa, true,
Centaur of black, we beckon you.
With fervor fierce, we cast our plea,
From untamed wilds, we compel thee.
In the arcane’s pulse, our summons roars,
Rayven, emerge with beer that pours!
Prompt: Poe and Zipporah are two ravens, Poe is black, Zipporah is white. They are in love but they won’t say it. Poe steals shinies for Zipporah, but one day Poe stole an enchanted blue gem.
Poe and Zipporah: The Enchanted Blue Gem
In a forest painted in hues of green and dappled sunlight, two ravens danced in the skies. Poe, jet black with eyes as sharp as the night, and Zipporah, a rarity, as white as snow with eyes the color of morning dew. Though their colors contrasted, their hearts sang the same tune – a song of love and yearning. But neither spoke of their feelings, choosing instead to linger in the comforting embrace of unspoken words.
Every day, Poe would present Zipporah with “shinies” – bits of metal, shards of glass, anything that sparkled or gleamed under the sun. It was his way of expressing his affection. Zipporah, for her part, would shyly accept them, storing them in their special hideaway beneath a grand oak tree.
But one day, Poe brought forth a gem unlike any other. As blue as the deepest oceans and pulsating with a mysterious energy, it was clearly enchanted. Without knowing its origin or power, Poe presented it to Zipporah, thinking only of the joy it might bring her.
However, as Zipporah touched the gem, she began to change. Her white feathers morphed into a shimmering blue, mirroring the gem. The forest grew silent, as if waiting for the next note in a suspenseful melody.
Distraught, Poe sought the wisdom of the ancient owl, Orin. Orin told him that the gem was the Heart of the Ocean, stolen from the Merfolk who lived in the deepest depths. To break the spell, the gem must be returned to its rightful place, guarded by the Merfolk.
Poe, with the transformed Zipporah by his side, embarked on a perilous journey. He braved tempests, fought against taloned predators, and soared to heights where the air was thin. At last, they reached the shimmering coastline.
With the guidance of a wise old turtle, Poe dove into the depths of the ocean. Confronted by the fierce guardians of the Merfolk, Poe explained his quest, and how love had unintentionally caused harm. Touched by his sincerity, the Merfolk placed the gem back into its sacred alcove.
As the gem settled, a radiant light enveloped Zipporah, her feathers turning from the entrancing blue back to her natural snowy white.
Back in their forest, beneath their oak tree, Poe looked into Zipporah’s eyes, finding courage in them. “Zipporah, I almost lost you today. I can’t stay silent anymore. I love you.”
Zipporah, her cheeks flushing, whispered back, “I’ve loved you since the first shiny, Poe.”
From that day forth, the two ravens no longer needed shinies to express their love, for their hearts and their words were more than enough. But still, every so often, Poe would bring a shiny – not out of need, but as a sweet reminder of their timeless tale.