Corruption holds the reins, Magtheridon's lair

[Lythanor]

Tuesday February 23-nn*Lythanor pants and breathes heavy in his slumber..obviously disturbed by the images he sees in his dreams* "I'll KILL YOU!!" He screams as he awakens, blood boiling everything within a 10 yard radius...including himself. "Ahhh....gah....damn it all....everytime....I get enraged...it gets worse." He grips at himself in pain, his very abilities rejecting him once again. "I've got to calm down...or I'm going to die...or worse..." Lythanor pants and slowly arises from the bed chamber within the Ebon Hold's walls...bleeding from his rogue blood powers. *He takes a look in the mirror shard he keeps, brushing at his hair* "Still white...a sign of what's to come...I'm decaying...*half-heartedly chuckles to himself* the irony..."

[Swanthula]

*After recovering from the last attempt to subdue Lythanor, she spends much time alone, bathing in warm waters, to thaw her from the experience. Thinking of all that transpired at Garrens Haunt, Swan understands that Mag'hilla has insight into the complexity of Lythanors physical condition. His part in this will be great.*nn"...is strange, one bein put through so much torment. He must deserve dis somehow. We will help him, or we must slay him..."nn* With this thought fresh in her mind she takes a deep breath, sinking down, deep into the depths of the rivers water. Reaching plants grab at her feet, her legs. Her hair coils out in great ghostly strands around her, drained of it's vibrant green color, now white. Another casualty of Lythanors condition. Another reminder of what has already passed, and what more is to come*

[Lythanor]

Wee hours of the morning, February 26th:nn Lythanor crawls back to his bed chambers beyond tired from his trials in Icecrown Citadel..."Normally...I wouldn't be this badly exhausted..." He thought to himself as he crawled into his bed with his armor still on. "I wonder if Parted was right about his pipe...dreams of Tauren, hair and talking trees...bah...such nonsense...." *A sudden foreboding voice fills the room...*"You taken my blood...now CHOKE on it!" *Lythanor starts to spasm and rolls out of the bed, blood pouring from his mouth like a river* "Gah....one chance....to stop this..." He thinks quickly to himself as he awakens his own vampiric blood...reabsorbing what he lost just as quickly as it leaves. *The flow of blood suddenly stops as quickly as it started, Lythanor sputtering for air* "You'll be mine soon deathknight..." a deep cocky laughter is heard echoing through the room...then vanishes. Lythanor lays motionless...taking in what had just happened..."Just....another day...." as he crawls back into bed, his armor still on...varnished in his own blood.