% Log by Cadderly, Mon Aug 31, 1998

You say to Axelle in ancient language:
     Love, huh?
You grin slightly.
Heena giggles happily.
Axelle smiles softly.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     indeed
Heena looks at the beautiful small earring.
Heena offers in xyllic:
     both existing in this world..
Heena smiles secretly.
Heena sighs deeply.
Heena shuffles her legs nervously and jumps to her feet.
Heena offers in xyllic:
     well.. gonna go..
You say in ancient language:
     There are many things between heaven and earth.
Heena offers to you in xyllic:
     and don't ya blow our guild up!
Heena grins evilly.
You say in ancient language:
     And below, for that matter.
You say in ancient language:
     But nothing more false and weak, than love.
Heena smiles.
Axelle shakes her head at you.
Heena offers in xyllic:
     have fun you three..
You say to Heena in ancient language:
     We shall see. I am in a good mood today.
You grin slightly.
Heena offers in xyllic:
     and see ya
Heena waves happily.
Thorongil waves happily in Heena's direction.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     take care heena
Heena forces Axelle to leave the team.
Heena smiles.
Heena offers in xyllic:
     you too..
Axelle nods solemnly.
Heena starts moving west.
Heena slips west.
You say to Axelle in ancient language:
     You will learn. In time.
Thorongil says in xyllic:
     Why do you think that love is false and weak?
Axelle smiles at you.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     I've never been this happy as ever since I married
One of the zombies loses a leg.
You say in ancient language:
     I see.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     so you never loved someone cadderly?
You say in ancient language:
     But you will see the truth sooner or later.
You say in ancient language:
     Hate is honest.
Thorongil says in xyllic:
     Your undeads seem to fall apart...
The throne room of the castle is a great hall. A round table is standing
in the middle of the room. Candles spread a pleasant light throughout the
room. A tall human is sitting on a throne at the other end of the table. A
red satin curtain decorates the eastern wall.
There is one obvious exit: west.
A dull black disc and a rotten left leg.
Axelle, Druzil, (four Gierjs), Leto Atreides, Thorongil[mage] is resting
here, a seven Ghouls and a thirteen Zombies.
Druzil gets a rotten left leg.
Axelle laughs amusedly.
Druzil gives a rotten left leg to Thorongil.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     that's what heena said too
Axelle twinkles her eyes merrily at Thorongil.
Thorongil looks at the rotten left leg.
Druzil grins evilly at Thorongil.
Thorongil drops a rotten left leg.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     you never loved but only hated?
Druzil gets a rotten left leg.
Druzil gives a rotten left leg to Thorongil.
The red-scaled slithering imp hisses: You lost this, sir.
Thorongil tries to clean his hands. 
Druzil grins amusedly.
You look at Axelle.
Thorongil says in xyllic:
     I wanted to loose it...
Axelle looks at you.
One of the zombies loses a leg.
Thorongil peers intently at Druzil.
Thorongil drops a rotten left leg.
You say to Axelle in ancient language:
     Let us say, I know both emotions, and their true nature.
Druzil grins mischievously at Thorongil.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     so you have bad experiences with love?
You grin slightly.
You say in ancient language:
     Like I said, love makes you weak.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     you know...
You start to concentrate upon the spell.
You tell Phaedra: Goodmorn, 'prentice.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     that's true
Axelle says in ancient language:
     vulnerable
You say in ancient language:
     If you die for love, or because a necromancer possesses you..
You say in ancient language:
     What is the difference? You are dead.
Axelle goes hmmmm.
You say in ancient language:
     Love controls your actions, as the necromancer might.
Thorongil says in xyllic:
     The difference is that you take the risk to die for love willingly
Axelle says in ancient language:
     why you talk about dying al the time?
You say in ancient language:
     How willingly? Could you resist, if you wanted to?
Thorongil says in xyllic:
     I doubt that is true for the possesion...
Axelle says in ancient language:
     why you relate love to death?
You say to Axelle in ancient language:
     Life and death are strongly coupled. And both are important matters, are
     they not?
A spectral image of Phaedra appears and tells you:

               Good Morning, Master :) How are you today? 

and the image disappears as quickly as it appeared.
Thorongil goes hmmmm.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     sure...but you seem to relate all to death
Thorongil says in xyllic:
     Good question...
One of the zombies loses a leg.
You start to concentrate upon the spell.
You tell Phaedra: I am fine. And you? Any news?
You say in ancient language:
     I work with death every day. And life.
A spectral image of Phaedra appears and tells you:

               Im fine too :) No news is good news. Especially when you are an
        Atlantis mage :) 

and the image disappears as quickly as it appeared.
Thorongil raises his eyebrow.
Thorongil says in xyllic:
     with life?
You start to concentrate upon the spell.
You tell Phaedra: Hahaha ;) Good.
You say in ancient language:
     I work with life, death, and what lies between.
You nod solemnly.
Axelle is a very young friendly female elf, presenting herself as:
Axelle, female elf.
When you watch her, your attention is immediately drawn
to het big brown eyes that look trustingly into the world.
Her whole face radiates warmth and happiness.
She wears a lot of clothes, one on top of the other.
Probably to protect herself against the many unexpected dangers of life.
At last your eye catches the little ring on her left hand,
and curiously you wonder if that explains her obvious joy of life...
She has a scar on her left hand.
She is tall and skinny for an elf.
She looks hideous.
She is in good shape.
She is extremely alert.
She is wielding a long, wooden staff.
She is wearing a dark-green long garment, a drop-shaped silver earring with
a gem, two golden rings, a medium backpack, a silver wristband, a thin
silver necklace, a warm leather hat and a worn elven boots.
You guess she is wearing nothing additionally.
You say to Axelle in ancient language:
     Your ring..
Axelle says in ancient language:
     yes?...what's with it?
You continue in ancient language:
     Would you die.. for love?
Axelle smiles honestly at you.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     that's a tough question
You nod solemnly.
You say in ancient language:
     But they say, that one would, if the love is strong.
You add in ancient language:
     And you would die for me. If I made you.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     I f I choose to live...and loose the ring...I would always feel guilty
You continue in ancient language:
     Where lies the great difference?
Axelle says in ancient language:
     for you?...that's a bit different isn't it?
The rotten left leg decays to dust.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     for I don't remember to have declared my love top you
Axelle scratches her head.
You say in ancient language:
     I speak not of love. That is just the point.
You say in ancient language:
     If I forced you to die for me, or you die for love.. What is the great
     difference?
Axelle says in ancient language:
     let me tell you this...if my husband would ask me to die to show my love
     I would do it though it would hurt me that he asked
You nod solemnly to Axelle.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     if he was in danger I would jump right after him...no matter how big
     danger
You say in ancient language:
     Exactly.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     that's a lot different to me
You say in ancient language:
     Why?
Axelle says in ancient language:
     the intention
You say in ancient language:
     Both forces control you, even to your death.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     sure , both times I die
You say in ancient language:
     And, did you choose to love him?
The rotten left leg decays to dust.
You say in ancient language:
     Did you choose to love, or did it come, like an intruder?
You raise an eyebrow.
Thorongil says in ancient language:
     choose to love? I don't think that is the way love should work...
Axelle says in ancient language:
     it happened...I choose to let it grow
You nod solemnly to Thorongil.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     he wants to make love seem sneaky
You say to Thorongil in ancient language:
     That is my point.
One of the zombies loses an arm.
You say in ancient language:
     Sneaky?
Axelle says in ancient language:
     yeah...intruding
You say in ancient language:
     I want to make the point that love is not of your own will.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     is hate?
You chuckle politely.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     you think: now I hate Axelle...and voila you hate me?
Axelle smiles questioningly at you.
You laugh.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     your reaction shows me it's not that way
Axelle twinkles her eyes merrily at you.
You say in ancient language:
     It is true, hate is also a strong emotion, and guides your actions.
Axelle nods solemnly.
You say in ancient language:
     What I want to know is, what makes love so great..
Thorongil says in ancient language:
     So you have to see life as a weakness to... or did you choose to start
     your life?
Axelle says in ancient language:
     so if you call love intruding then hate is too...every emotion is
     intruding then
You say to Thorongil in ancient language:
     Mortality is surely a weakness.
You say to Axelle in ancient language:
     But what I am wondering..
Axelle says in ancient language:
     I can't explain that to you Cadderly...it's something you undergo
You say to Axelle in ancient language:
     If love or a necromancer controls you, where is the difference?
You grin slightly at Axelle.
You say in ancient language:
     I see.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     it's in the dinner by candlelight and the soft caress before going to
     sleep
The rotten left leg decays to dust.
You ponder the situation.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     maybe the difference is in the feeling it gives you
You say to Axelle in ancient language:
     It would also please you, to great extent, to serve your master.
You cackle gleefully.
Axelle sighs deeply.
Thorongil draws a circle into the air with his hands, while he begins to
mumble some arcane words.
One of the zombies loses an arm.
Thorongil is suddenly surrounded with a light blue aura.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     sure...I guess you could make me do that?
Thorongil's eyebrows rise slightly, as he weaves some symbols with his hands
in the air.
Thorongil's facial features become tense for a moment.
You say in ancient language:
     Like your life now centers around your husband..
You say in ancient language:
     I could make it center around me.
Axelle nods solemnly.
You say in ancient language:
     And you would be no less happy.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     why would you do such?...what would make you do that?
You say in ancient language:
     You would be pleased, whenever I am pleased.
You say in ancient language:
     Much as it is with your husband, I suppose.
You say in ancient language:
     Well, I am not doing it.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     I trust you in that
Axelle smiles at you.
You say in ancient language:
     I am just showing you love, and something that repulses you. And their
     similarities.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     another weakness
Axelle says in ancient language:
     trust
One of the zombies loses a leg.
Thorongil says in ancient language:
     I wonder what makes you sure that your servants are happy when they
     serve you
Axelle says in ancient language:
     he forces them just as love forces me, right Cadderly?
Axelle says in ancient language:
     that is what you want to say
You say to Thorongil in ancient language:
     I know, how the magics work. And I know, what they feel and think.
You nod solemnly to Axelle.
You say in ancient language:
     Exactly.
Axelle smiles softly.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     I feel this way of reasoning is wrong
You say in ancient language:
     Because..?
You raise an eyebrow.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     but I cannot lay my finger on the wrong saying
You chuckle politely.
Axelle smiles at you.
One of the zombies loses an arm.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     and you know that
Axelle looks at you.
Thorongil says in ancient language:
     Yes... it seems he is as good with words as with magic...
Axelle says in ancient language:
     yes....though I still wonder what's most important in life to you
Axelle twinkles her eyes merrily at you.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     for that seems to be hard to catch in words
The rotten left arm decays to dust.
You say in ancient language:
     Your true will is hard to find, and hard to define.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     what makes life worth living for you then?
One of the zombies loses a leg.
You say in ancient language:
     You ask the same question, in different words.
Axelle nods knowingly.
Axelle smirks.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     but...
Axelle says in ancient language:
     there must be something...or someone...if that thing or person wouldn't
     be there anymore...your life would be empty
Axelle says in ancient language:
     you know what i mean...I'm quite sure of it
You chuckle politely.
One of the zombies loses a leg.
You say in ancient language:
     Maybe. But there are more in life than objects and people.
Axelle nods solemnly.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     so it's not an object or person?
Axelle says in ancient language:
     that keeps you going?
The rotten left arm decays to dust.
You say in ancient language:
     Going..?
Axelle says in ancient language:
     that makes life worth living for you
One of the zombies loses an arm.

Your throat is totally dried out.
You are very thirsty!

Hmmmmm.
You say in ancient language:
     Got some water?
Axelle says in ancient language:
     if that makes you talk..
Axelle laughs teasingly.
Axelle performs some gestures with her hands.
Thorongil offers you a waterskin (1l).
You accept a waterskin (1l) from Thorongil.
You drink all the water in your waterskin (1l) and you feel you
could use some more.
You drop a waterskin (0l).
Axelle lifts her hand and her waterskin is refilled magically.
You say in ancient language:
     Thank you.
Thorongil takes a waterskin (0l).
The rotten left leg decays to dust.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     more?
Axelle looks at the waterskin (1l).
Thorongil draws a circle into the air with his hands, leaving a trace of
glittering red lights.
You nod solemnly to Axelle.
Thorongil lifts his hand and his water is refilled magically.
Axelle offers you a waterskin (1l).
You accept a waterskin (1l) from Axelle.
You drink all the water in your waterskin (1l) and you feel you
could use some more.
You drop a waterskin (0l).
Axelle gets a waterskin (0l).
Thorongil drinks from a waterskin (1/4l).
Axelle looks at you.
Thorongil think . o O {talk makes thirsty}
Axelle's fingers move quickly through the air.
Axelle lifts her hand and a strawberry cake appears.
Axelle looks at a strawberry cake.
Thorongil performs some gestures with his hands.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     anyone a piece of cake?
Thorongil lifts his hand and a juicy orange appears.
Axelle twinkles her eyes merrily.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     no one?...good then I can eat it
Thorongil says in ancient language:
     No... I'm adicted to oranges at the moment...
Axelle looks at a strawberry cake.
Thorongil eats a juicy orange.
Axelle eats a strawberry cake.
The rotten left arm decays to dust.
Axelle laughs amusedly.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     I won't get an answer, will I , Cadderly
You say in ancient language:
     hmm
The rotten left leg decays to dust.
Axelle raises her eyebrow at you.
You say in ancient language:
     Well..
You say in ancient language:
     I cannot tell you too much, of course.
You smirk.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     of course...you don't know me
Axelle smirks.
You say in ancient language:
     But I have always worked to obtain knowledge of the world. And how to
     control various aspects of it.
Thorongil says in ancient language:
     Well if it is neither object nor person there are three possibilities...
Thorongil says in ancient language:
     A god, magic or his life is empty
Axelle says in ancient language:
     go on please
Axelle looks at you.
The rotten left leg decays to dust.
You say in ancient language:
     Well, I suppose I am not as religious as I could be.
Thorongil says in ancient language:
     But than who is? beside clerics of course
Axelle says in ancient language:
     so it's your hunger to learn and control?
You nod solemnly to Thorongil.
You say in ancient language:
     Knowledge, understanding, control, power.
Axelle nods understandingly.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     may i ask another question?
You say in ancient language:
     Ask.
The Hideous||zombie|1|2's rotten left arm decays to dust.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     have you ever been a member of our guild?
You say in ancient language:
     Yes. You didn't know that?
Axelle shakes her head in disagreement.
You say in ancient language:
     Well, you are young.
You chuckle politely.
Axelle giggles happily.
Thorongil says in ancient language:
     Are not all necromancers former mages?
You say in ancient language:
     No.
Thorongil raises his eyebrow.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     why did you leave the guild?
You say in ancient language:
     There was nothing left for me to gain there.
You say in ancient language:
     Why should I stay?
Axelle says in ancient language:
     no more power and knowledge?
You replie in ancient language:
     Nothing.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     like you state it now...
Axelle says in ancient language:
     it seems that you left without hatred towards the guild?
You laugh.
You say in ancient language:
     Well, I was not much liked there at the end, that is true.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     what?...was that a stupid question?
You say in ancient language:
     They said I scared people.
You grin amusedly.
Axelle smiles.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     how comes...in your opinion...
Thorongil says in ancient language:
     Well you surely can scare people...
Axelle says in ancient language:
     this ever lasting war between us and you?
Thorongil grins knowingly.
You shrug helplessly.
You say in ancient language:
     Who knows?
Axelle says in ancient language:
     is there no reason for it?
You say in ancient language:
     I do not think anyone remembers anymore.
You chuckle politely.
Axelle nods thoughtfully.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     so it's just cause it has always been this way?
You say in ancient language:
     If I was left alone, I doubt there would be any problems.
You say in ancient language:
     But, as you know, I was lately manashocked.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     it's just revenge after revenge from both sides?
You say in ancient language:
     And I am still waiting to hear who are responsible.
Axelle nods solemnly to you.
You say in ancient language:
     Maybe you can say that.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     I know....was there a reason that they mana-shocked you?
Thorongil says in ancient language:
     Some would say you are responsible Cadderly...
You say in ancient language:
     I do my work and experiments, they attack me, and I kill them.
One of the zombies loses a leg.
You say to Axelle in ancient language:
     Who knows.. ask the ones who did the rite.
Thorongil says in ancient language:
     I heared it was done after you killed Eratul on Atlantis
You say in ancient language:
     This is true.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     hmmm...aha, that I didn't know
Axelle says in ancient language:
     why did you kill him then?
You grin slightly.
You say in ancient language:
     I had my reasons.
Axelle smiles at you.
Thorongil says in ancient language:
     And so the story goes... revenge for the revenge of a revenge....
Axelle says in ancient language:
     I'm trying to understand....but it seems impossible
You start to concentrate upon the spell.
You tell Phaedra: Funny discussion here. I'd ask you to come, but it might look a little suspicious. ;)
A spectral image of Phaedra appears and tells you:

               My life is hard. What kind of funny discussion? Can I know the
        topic?

and the image disappears as quickly as it appeared.
Thorongil stretches his legs and stands up gracefully.
Thorongil says in ancient language:
     ok, I have to leave you now
You start to concentrate upon the spell.
You tell Phaedra: Love and hate, life and death.
You nod solemnly.
Thorongil waves happily.
Axelle smiles at Thorongil.
You say in ancient language:
     Fare well.
Axelle waves happily.
A spectral image of Phaedra appears and tells you:

               Deep subjects :)

and the image disappears as quickly as it appeared.
Thorongil says to you in ancient language:
     hope to see you in a good mood again next time
Thorongil says to Axelle in ancient language:
     see you
Axelle giggles happily.
You start to concentrate upon the spell.
You tell Phaedra: Indeed.
Thorongil skips out west.
You chuckle politely.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
You are extremely alert.
One of the zombies loses an arm.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     well...I'm afraid I have to leave these realms for short
You nod solemnly.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     I'm glad to have met you...I really mean that
Axelle looks at you.
You say in ancient language:
     I have business to attend to anyway.
Axelle smiles understandingly at you.
You snicker.
You say in ancient language:
     Well, that is original.
You grin evilly.
Axelle raises her eyebrow.
You say in ancient language:
     I don't hear that often, what you just said.
You grin wickedly at Axelle.
Axelle smiles amusedly.
Axelle shrugs helplessly.
Axelle says in ancient language:
     take care
Axelle skips out west.
You say in ancient language:
     Fare well.