IC: Albeci pulled his cloak tighter as a cold wind cut into him. He had been walking for a while, looking for any kind of work. He hadn't gotten a contract for a while, and deceided to take to the roads. 'Maybe I should join the Fighter's Guild...' he thought, before saying "maybe i should buy a horse!" Al sighed and ignored the aching he felt in his feet. After walking a bit longer, he can upon a gate, with some sort of tower behind it. As he squinted his eyes, he saw a couple people standing at the gate. Closer to him was a cripple, who seemed to be watching the same people. Happy at even the possibility of work. He reached into his traveling bag and pulled out a torch. He used a flare spell and lit it, making himself known. He slowly approached, passing the cripple, who was not moving very quickly. He raised his hand in greeting, and lowered it as he drew near. "Nice night for a stroll."

"..does someone have a cure disease potion?...as i said earlier you two sould try drinking one of them before you first transform..its like vampirism drink the cure before you turn and you should be fine...if no one has a potion then we continue to frostcrag...im sure some of us are eager to get to the spire so if no one has a potion i think we should get going.." said Lucius.

Zyle heard about the cure potion but kept thinking about power wise against the monster that killed his family. "I don't have a cure potion and if I did I wouldn't use it, and why is because Lycan will kill us all if we didn't have no sort of power." he said angrily as he was thinking about the murderer. Then a figure walked right past him, "You shouldn't really sneak on people like that stranger." Zyle said while feeling his heart jump out of his chest because the scare. "I mean you could have been a werewolf or something." Zyle also said while catching his breath.

"so you forsaken your life for some sort of revenge..?..i understand...but is it really worth it..?...there isnt any other known cure as far as i can remember..it is your choice...well..what about you aven...?"Said Lucius who looking at the stranger who zyle was speaking to...."well it could be worse...you could be a vampire..."said Lucius thinking back to his childhood so long ago(during the reman dynasty) remembering the vampires that had killed his parents...back at the farmstead..that night..he was in the barn making a sword..when he heard his parents crying out 'vampires! run Lucius!'... he killed the vampires that night. at sush a young age he had killed beings over a thousand years old...'i was weak..so weak..i could save my own parents...but i suppose i have to thank those bastard vampires if they hadnt murdered my parents i wouldnt be here right now' he thought.'i shouldnt stray to far off the matter at hand here...we need to leave before sundown or theres gonna be a problem.'he thought."we need to get going"said Lucius.

"Wait, so I can simply take a potion and I might get healed?!" replied Aven. "Why didn't anyone tell me of this before I left the chapel?" He calmed down somewhat. "It's nothing, the wizard tower probably has either a potion or the ingredients."

He then turned towards Zyle. "Are you sure you want to risk becoming a monster to avenge your parents? I mean, if you do kill Lycan, then what will happen?"

Zyle looked towards Aven with a grim look "Then....kill me or lock me away, so I wouldn't do any harm to anyone." he said while then looking towards the sky. "But under one condition, if I can control It." he then said after. Zyle began to make his way towards the asylum and there wasn't a lot of time either.

"...you doubt your own skills Zyle?....so instead of fighting this Lycan with your real strength you fight him with a strength that is unnatural much like his own vampire abilities...and evil strength......you have followers now Zyle...what about us after you have your revenge...we'd have to lock you away at some asylum...then what of us...i know i just met you and your followers but....do you think thatd be something we'd want to do...lock our frend in an asylum."Said Lucius who was thinking about who ever this Lycan was..and what his current strengths could be..he did know one thing however..'this Lycan is a vampire and one less vampire on nirn is a damn good thing' thought Lucius.

Zyle then looked towards Lucius "Once you meet Lycan then you will see, but now we must go before the transformation." Zyle said while continuing walking. Zyle also knew that the first transformation wouldn't be so good and that's why he wanted to hurry. "What happens after I change? I mean where would you guys be once I have turned?" Zyle questioned.

"well i happen to have a bottle of paralize poison right here..way i see it if you become violent..most likely..ill poison you with this and we'll carry you to the vault under the spire..until you transform back..and i dont doubt yours or Lycans skills in battle...i have nothing against this Vampire..but perhaps my predjudice against his kind will get the better of me..but then again perhaps it will not..only time will tell...if i do engage him in combat and i die..ill die knowing that it was my time and there was nothing i could do about it....and perhaps it was deserved because of all people ive killed in my time.....since the time of the Reman Cyrodiil I...,but i heard about what he did in anvil county..so many must have died...at his hand...life is like that though..people die..there isnt much to do about it.." Said Lucius while walking toward the tower that was already visable from where they were.

Aven replied, "If there is no way to cure myself, I think I'd rather use the tower's resources to research becoming a lich, rather than remain a werewolf forever. Of course, I wouldn't be able to mingle with others, if I became an undead, but you got to admit, it'd give me all the time in the world to research magic." He wasn't sure about telling them, but he figured they should know now.

"A Lich you say huh...Never fought one or scene one in my life maybe that’s interesting to see."Zyle said while looking back but not stopping. He felt that this journey has been a great experience to him.

"a bit rash dont you think..?..i mean sure its better than being a werewolf but can you imagine that kind of existence?...im sure youve seen a lich before...do you really want to do that..? have you not heard the story of erandur-vangaril?..the lich of losy boy caverns?..Erandur was a necromancer who was a diciple of the the worm king... he became a lich at the hand of his king...and had since taken up residence of the lost boy cavern..well his friend Vangaril learned of this and tryed to peruade the Mages guild to help...but no matter how many times he asked for help they refused until they expelled him..so he went out on his own to find his friend erandur in the caverns he eventually confronted the lich and attempted some sort of ritual to send his friend to aetherius but alas he failed, he only managed bound himself to the lich which made it stronger thus becoming the Lich Erandur-Vangaril, or the wraith of lost boy caverns as he called by the residents of harms folly, i had my encounter with this cunning lich..i didnt kill him because it wasnt in my contract to kill it, but i did fight him...i got in a few good hits as did he, but after a short fight he casted some sort of intervention spell that teleported me outside the cave...once i was outside i found the rogue mage i was hunting so..i didnt have to go back in....but i havent gone in since..its an evil place.....it is no ordinary lich..no...it was a powerful necromancer and a powerful battlemage comdined in the most evil of ways..i know of the tale because Vangarils diary and Erandurs Logs state the afore mentioned story....in one of the Logs Erandur wrote, it described what its like bein a lich...i will not speak the words that were written on that page but if you ever would like to read them for yourself after all this is over, you could stop by my hideout in the west weald and read it for yourself"Said Lucius Who noticed they were almost at the tower.

"But was it lichdom or the Erandur who corrupted him?" asked Aven. "All of the liches I have heard of were corrupted before making the transition to undeath. And I only will do it if the only other option is becoming a murderous beast every night for the rest of my life. But I digress, we should get to the tower. I just hope that either we can open the front door or it can be opened from the inside."

ooc: this is aimed at you people.
IC:
Ardin followed the source of the voices until he saw a Redguard standing in the distance wearing some form of tribal clothing.
"Hello he" shouted trying to get his attention.

"Erandur was a lich, Vangaril tryed to free Erandur's spirit but all in all he failed he only bounded himself to the lich thus making the it stronger..i do not know the details of erandurs path to undeath....what i do know is that if i had a chance id try to set them free.....were finally here...behold frostcrag spire...." Said Lucius looking up at the spinning mechanism near the top of the tower "lets see if its locked..."Said Lucius walking towards the door.

"Incredible. I've always been partial to Telvanni mushroom towers myself, but this is something else, it looks as if it even incorporates Dwemer technology," Aven spoke, marvelled. He saw a balcony above, and cast a levitation spell, hovering upwards. "I'm heading to the balcony door, I'm going to see what is on the upper level." The spellsword was no stranger to levitating to get to the upper floor of a tower, and he wanted to see what was at the upper area.

Jared had been looking at the ground for the majority of the hike to Frostcrag. He hadn't been following the conversation, except for overhearing a few words about liches and transforming. It didn't pertain to him so he stayed out of it. He looked up at the words, "Behold Froscrag Spire". Jared gazed upwards at the monstrosity. It towered above them, with it's golden plated beams shimmering in the receding sunlight. There were several stone towers branching off from the main tower. There were pointed rooftops marking the highest point of the tower, glistening gold in the evening light. They looked razor sharp, like they had been cut the very day. Jared saw a ledge, like a porch, about three quarters of the way up. There were magical auras emanating from the very edge. The stones, a dark worn gray, contrasted the still shining gold. The stones themselves were the only thing that looked old about the tower. They were worn and some cracked. The tower was a magnificent piece of architecture that made Jared wonder about the time it took to create it. The door, a piece of metalwork not unlike the Dwemer fortress traps heard of in bedtime stories, was easily 8 feet tall. It's intricate design, coupled with jutting metal pieces and parts, made it seem more than a door, but a portal or gateway to somewhere unknown. At the very top a spinning mechanism made it's way circling a golden sphere.

Jared eyed the door in suspicion, as if something were laying right behind it waiting for someone like him. He stepped back, wondering how to open the wonderfully crafted door.

"ah.. just what we need..a blizzard' said Lucius Looking at the heavy snowfall "no one truly knows what made this spire....but the craftsmanship is unique as if it was made by the dwemer and the alyieds..with a bit of custom crastsmanship involved...we'd better get prepared for whats inside..who knows what kind of daedra or undead are in there....would anyone happen to have a lockpick mephala knows how much locked away treasure is in there" Said Lucius drawing his sword preparing for whats inside the tower.

Zyle notice this beautiful tower and was stunned. He then heard a greeting behind him and looked back it looked like an Imperial, but he wasn't sure. Zyle then looked to the sky seeing the sun nearly setting "BY THE NINE, WE MUST MOVE NOW!!!" Zyle shouted as he began running towards the huge door, but something was changing inside Zyle. His muscles began shifting, putting him in pain making him wrap himself as the pain flew through his blood and body. "MAKE IT STOP...PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP!!!" Zyle screamed in agony once he hit the dirt. Zyle then began shaking repeating, and his eyes rolling in the back of his head only seeing white.

OOC: He’s not turning just witnessing and feeling the effects.

OOC: So, it's too late to get cured?

Aven felt the pain come over him as well. "By Azura, what is happening to us?!" Mustering up all his willpower, he floated upwards as quickly as the spell would let him. It was agonizing, but if he stopped, he'd either turn into a monster in the presence of others, or the spell would wear off and he'd fall and die. However, as he neared the balcony, his vision started to blur from the pain. When he reached it, he fell to the balcony writhing in the pain. He was so close, yet so far away from a possible cure...

OOC:in a few days i might not be on fora couple days but ill be back.

IC:"damn...its begining..the lock!..i can pick it and get in"Said Lucius but when he reached in his pocket he noticed that he only had one pick."i cant mess up..i only have one pick...the winds are getting even stronger..this wont be easy.."Said Lucius as he walked up and began picking the complex lock..he soon realized this was no ordinary lock it was pickable but near impossible..he had picked many locks in his time but never anything quite like this."who ever made this lock was very talented...its damn near impossible.."said Lucius attempting to pick the lock he knew there was only four latches that needed to be cracked because that was the highest amount possible for locks...one down....two down...three down..he the last would be the toughest..."four!" Exclaimed Lucius who was glad he picked the lock but noticed that the door was huge and thick and he needed help pushing it open."hey Jared give me a hand opening this door"Said Lucius looking over at jared.

OOC: no, its not too late we going by the three day rule, Zyle is just witnessing pain like the dreams but instead its pain. So your question about too late to be cured is no. you have 2 more days until Zyle and Aven do transform.

IC: Zyle notice the absence of Jared and tried to fight the pain and help Lucius open the bolder of a door. He was barely surviving the pain and used his every lasting strength to help. The gate was finally open and Zyle quickly ran through only to fall on the floor and faint from the excruciating pain.

Aven remained on the balcony, immobilized by both the pain and the effort he had exerted to get there. The blowing snow made it even more unpleasant, but it was nothing compared to it. Was he transforming? He knew that the Vvardenfell vampire strains took three days, but he wasn't familiar with lycanthropy. He only hoped the pain would leave without turning into a werewolf.

OOC: If the dreams you were referring to were mine, it was just something that was making Jared stressed. He thought he had gotten bit because he didn't clearly remember when he attacked the werewolf. That was his (and my) perception of what transforming and seeing as a werewolf would be like. Are you going to make a new thread and leave this hanging or continue the story. If we are continuing can I get rid of Jared and make a new mage that lives in frostcrag spire?

IC: Jared took his eyes off of the tower when he heard Zyle groaning and screaming in pain. If that is the symptoms of lycanthropy, then I must not have it. Those dreams were nothing then? They couldn't be, they must be something? Jared thought, doubting his judgment on the dreams. To add to all of this, there was snow covering the ground. Jared looked at Zyle and saw something moving in the snowfall. It looked like the silhouette of a man, but he couldn't tell. Jared saw Zyle rush to the door and help push with Lucius. Jared stood there absent mindedly watching them struggle. Finally the door burst open and Zyle fell inside. Jared realizing that the door was open sprinted inside to see Zyle writhing on the ground against the background of beautiful architecture and design.

After the door was opened Lucius made sure everyone was in the spire,then slammed the huge door shut "glad i had that lockpick...Zyle, you and Aven should rest...Jared lets check this place for inhabbitants"Said Lucius"what the hell is that" Said Lucius looking at the large frost atronach arm sticking out of the ice.."that wasnt there last time..theres the atronach altar..will get to that later"said Lucius Stepping into the glowing platform and ascending to the top floor. and walked to the blacony to help Aven get out of the cold "come on this storm is getting worse..what the hell.."Said Lucius helping Aven get into the top floor.while noticing the three dremora lords "figures...alright then.."Said Lucius Jumping down to the glowing platform that led to the main floor, while being followed by the dremoras"alright guys lets even the score.."Said Lucius looking at the dremoras and drawing his short sword.

OOC: looks like we need a new thread now..i eagerly await it...