BitbrainTesting out a new model put out by @NousResearch ‘s @Teknium1 and quantized by TheBloke.
https://huggingface.co/NousResearch/Nous-Hermes-2-SOLAR-10.7B
https://huggingface.co/TheBloke/Nous-Hermes-2-SOLAR-10.7B-GGUF
Just ran a quick prompt. I didn’t get what I wanted but this is pretty much gpt4 quality at the speed gpt4 was going when it was released. I use a 3070 rtx in a laptop. So not the fastest gpu there is. I’m impressed by the speed. I used LM Studio to run the model.
Lash had fought in countless arenas before, but this time felt different. The weight of the nation’s hopes rested on his shoulders as he entered the colosseum, its stone walls looming ominously over him. The air was thick with tension and the murmurs of the spectators who had come to witness his final stand.
As Lash surveyed the arena, he could feel the eyes of the peasants upon him, their hope and despair mirrored in his own heart. He knew that this was not just a fight for himself, but for the future of the entire nation. With a deep breath, he steeled himself for what lay ahead.
The opposing force was formidable – an army of skilled warriors loyal to the evil ruler who had brought so much suffering upon their land. Lash locked gazes with his first opponent, a seasoned fighter whose eyes held no mercy or compassion. With a roar that echoed through the stone walls, Lash charged forward, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he engaged the enemy.
The battle was brutal and relentless, each strike landed with the force of a thunderous clap. Sweat dripped from Lash’s brow as he parried blow after blow, his muscles straining under the weight of the fight. But it wasn’t just physical strength that fueled him; it was the knowledge that his actions would inspire those watching on and give them the courage to rise against their oppressors.
As Lash fought, he could hear the roars of approval from the peasants, their anger and pride swelling within him with every strike he made. With each passing moment, the odds seemed to grow more insurmountable, but still, Lash pressed on. His love for his wife Teia, and their children Aral and Fleur, gave him strength in the face of certain death.
Despite his best efforts, Lash knew that this day would be his last. A sense of resignation washed over him as he faced down a barrage of attacks from multiple opponents simultaneously. The weight of failure bore down upon him like an anchor, but he refused to let go of the hope he had ignited in the hearts of the peasants.
In a final act of defiance, Lash charged towards the heart of the enemy lines, his sword held high above his head. With a cry that rang out across the arena, he swung his blade at the leader of the evil ruler’s forces. The impact was staggering, but it was not enough. The enemy leader parried Lash’s attack, plunging his own weapon into Lash’s side.
As Lash’s body crumpled to the ground, the arena was overcome with a wave of grief and fury. The peasants could no longer contain their emotions, and they began to storm the gates of the colosseum, determined to take down the evil ruler who had caused so much suffering.
The soldiers guarding the entrance were caught off-guard by the sudden onslaught, and chaos ensued as the peasants fought their way into the city. The once-powerful regime began to crumble under the weight of the people’s wrath, and it became clear that the tides had turned in favor of freedom and justice.
The ruler, terrified by the uprising, knew that his days were numbered. He fled the capital city, leaving behind a nation in turmoil but filled with hope for a better future. The people rallied together, determined to rebuild their homeland and honor Lash’s sacrifice by establishing a society where justice prevailed and the oppressed were no longer silenced.
Lash’s children, Aral and Fleur, heard of their father’s heroic actions and knew that they must return home to help lead their people into this new era. With heavy hearts and fierce determination, they made their way back to the land that had been torn apart by tyranny.
As the years passed, the children of Lash and Teia continued to fight for justice and equality, ensuring that their father’s legacy lived on in every corner of their nation. The sacrifices made by the hero who had once stood tall within the colosseum were never forgotten, serving as a constant reminder of the power of courage and defiance against oppression.
I went back and changed around the prompt and got something a lot better imho. The dialogue isn’t quite there but there’s definitely a better feel to the scene. Less bland. A bit more visceral.
Lash’s eyes narrowed as he surveyed the sea of adversaries surrounding him, each one a seasoned warrior loyal to the oppressive ruler who had brought suffering upon their land. With bated breath and a determined glare, Lash steeled himself for the fight that awaited him.
As the first gladiator charged towards him, Lash parried the blow with a swift flick of his wrist, the cold steel of his sword singing through the air. The impact sent sparks flying, and the crowd roared in approval as they watched the heroic showdown unfold before them.
“You dare challenge us?” sneered the gladiator, his eyes filled with malice. “You’ll taste defeat, coward!”
With a snarl of defiance, Lash lunged forward, his sword darting like a serpent’s strike as he carved through the air, leaving nothing but a swirling vortex of chaos in its wake. The gladiator stumbled back, momentarily stunned by the ferocity of Lash’s attack.
But there was no time to rest. Another challenger emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with the promise of bloodshed. As the two clashed, steel clanging against steel, Lash could feel the heat of the battle searing through him like a living flame.
“You’ll never break our ranks!” snarled the second gladiator, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to maintain his footing.
Lash gritted his teeth and pressed forward, each thrust of his sword driven by a fierce determination that burned like a beacon within him. The sweat dripped from his brow, mingling with the dust kicked up by their frenzied movements, as he fought to carve a path through the relentless onslaught.
“I won’t break,” Lash growled back, his voice hoarse from the exertion of the fight. “But you will.”
As the battle raged on, Lash recognized the distinctive tattoos of several gladiators who had been present during the brutal attack on his wife, Teia. A wave of fury washed over him, igniting a newfound strength that fueled his every movement. With each swing of his sword, he sought not only to avenge himself but also to honor the memory of his fallen comrades and ensure a brighter future for their land.
The air grew thick with the scent of sweat and blood, as Lash continued his relentless assault on the forces arrayed against him. With each passing moment, the odds seemed to grow more insurmountable, but still, he pressed on, driven by an unquenchable thirst for justice and a fierce determination that would not be broken.
And as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the battlefield, Lash knew that this was not just a fight for his own survival; it was a battle for the very soul of their nation. A battle that could not be won or lost by one man alone, but rather by the spirit of defiance and hope that burned within the hearts of those who dared to dream of a better tomorrow
