### Mon Aug 31 14:51:29 1998: Logging to 'LOVEHATE.txt'. 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.. Your eyes flicker and then your magical sight is gone. You start to concentrate upon the spell. Your eyes start to flicker for a moment. The protection of your shield spell is gone. You start to speak the words and prepare for the gestures. Heena smiles secretly. You surround yourself with a dark red magic shield and the protection raises. 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. You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour. You are extremely alert. 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. You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour. You are extremely alert. 31 people are in the world, of these you know: Klunks, male elf Barty, male dwarf Thora, male fairy Mahlekei, female elf Proctor Zotan of Yucatan, juggling his bananas, male human Phaedra, female human Angus, male human Rangnir, male dwarf Goliant, male human Felagund, male elf Proctor Kult the Master of the Rites, male human Deanna, female human Griffin, male human Asmo, male elf Kedrin, male human Ok. 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 Thorongil draws a circle into the air with his hands, while he begins to mumble some arcane words. You recognize the spell as shield. Thorongil is suddenly surrounded with a light blue aura. Thorongil's fingers move quickly through the air while he seems to concentrate on something. One of the zombies loses a leg. Thorongil seems to be slightly unaware of his surroundings for a moment. 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 offers a rotten left leg to Thorongil. Druzil gives a rotten left leg to Thorongil. Axelle says in ancient language: that's what heena said too Ok. 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. Ok. Axelle says in ancient language: you never loved but only hated? Druzil gets a rotten left leg. Druzil offers a rotten left leg to Thorongil. Druzil gives a rotten left leg to Thorongil. The red-scaled slithering imp hisses: You lost this, sir. Ok. Thorongil tries to clean his hands. Druzil grins amusedly. Ok. 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 a black shirt, a black sleeveless shirt, a robe and a snake suit additionally. 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. Ok. 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 fail to keep your concentration. Mana overcast. You totally fail the spell. 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. 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 three left rotten legs. Axelle, Druzil, (four Gierjs), Leto Atreides, Thorongil[mage] is resting here, a seven Ghouls and a thirteen Zombies. 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? Thorongil raises his arms and mumbles some arcane syllables. Thorongil is suddenly surrounded with a light blue aura. Axelle smiles honestly at you. Axelle says in ancient language: that's a tough question Your eyes flicker and then your magical sight is gone. You start to concentrate upon the spell. Your eyes start to flicker for a moment. Thorongil's fingers move quickly through the air while he seems to concentrate on something. You nod solemnly. Thorongil seems to be slightly unaware of his surroundings for a moment. You say in ancient language: But they say, that one would, if the love is strong. The protection of your shield spell is gone. You start to speak the words and prepare for the gestures. You surround yourself with a dark red magic shield and the protection raises. 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're beginning to get a little thirsty. Nothing to worry about yet, but you could drink something! 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. Your throat is totally dried out. You are very thirsty! 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. Your eyes flicker and then your magical sight is gone. You start to concentrate upon the spell. Your eyes start to flicker for a moment. The protection of your shield spell is gone. You start to speak the words and prepare for the gestures. You surround yourself with a dark red magic shield and the protection raises. 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. Thorongil draws a circle into the air with his hands, while he begins to mumble some arcane words. You say in ancient language: Maybe. But there are more in life than objects and people. Thorongil is suddenly surrounded with a light blue aura. Axelle nods solemnly. Thorongil's fingers move quickly through the air while he seems to concentrate on something. You recognize the spell as resist. Thorongil's eyes narrow and focus onto some point in midair. 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. Type 'acc' to 'accept all from thorongil'. Thorongil offers you a waterskin (1l). You accept a waterskin (1l) from Thorongil. drink skins You drink all the water in your waterskin (1l) and you feel you could use some more. You drink from a waterskin (0l). 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. Type 'acc' to 'accept all from axelle'. Axelle offers you a waterskin (1l). You accept a waterskin (1l) from Axelle. drink skins You drink all the water in your waterskin (1l) and you feel you could use some more. You drink from a waterskin (0l). drop skins You drop a waterskin (0l). Axelle gets a waterskin (0l). Thorongil drinks from a waterskin (1/4l). Thorongil performs some gestures with his hands. Thorongil lifts his hand and his water is refilled magically. 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. Your eyes flicker and then your magical sight is gone. You start to concentrate upon the spell. Your eyes start to flicker for a moment. Axelle says in ancient language: I won't get an answer, will I , Cadderly The protection of your shield spell is gone. You start to speak the words and prepare for the gestures. You surround yourself with a dark red magic shield and the protection raises. You say in ancient language: hmm You start to speak the words and prepare for the gestures. You touch your disc and make it stay longer. 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 Thorongil draws a circle into the air with his hands, while he begins to mumble some arcane words. You recognize the spell as shield. Thorongil is suddenly surrounded with a light blue aura. Axelle says in ancient language: go on please Axelle looks at you. Thorongil takes a deep breath and looks concentrated, while he performs some gestures with his hands. You recognize the spell as resist. Thorongil's eyes narrow and focus onto some point in midair. 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: B 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? who 28 people are in the world, of these you know: Klunks, male elf Barty, male dwarf Jerole, male elf Deanna, female human Zordia, male elf Phaedra, female human Rangnir, male dwarf Goliant, male human Felagund, male elf Proctor Kult the Master of the Rites, male human Mahlekei, female elf Griffin, male human 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. Your eyes flicker and then your magical sight is gone. You start to concentrate upon the spell. Your eyes start to flicker for a moment. You shrug helplessly. You say in ancient language: Who knows? Axelle says in ancient language: is there no reason for it? The protection of your shield spell is gone. You start to speak the words and prepare for the gestures. You surround yourself with a dark red magic shield and the protection raises. You say in ancient language: I do not think anyone remembers anymore. You chuckle politely. Thorongil draws a circle into the air with his hands, while he begins to mumble some arcane words. Thorongil is suddenly surrounded with a light blue aura. Axelle nods thoughtfully. Thorongil's fingers move quickly through the air while he seems to concentrate on something. You recognize the spell as resist. 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. Thorongil's eyes narrow and focus onto some point in midair. 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. : Axelle: have to go in 5 mins too:( 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 starts moving west. 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 starts moving west. Axelle skips out west. You say in ancient language: Fare well. ### Mon Aug 31 15:24:25 1998: End of log.