<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Merin</span></span><br/>Merin dreaded being knocked out like this. While his body was unresponsive, part of his mind was still awake, trapped in his unresponsive body, and at the mercy of the dreams his unconscious mind crafted. They generally tended to be painful reminders of his past, and this time was no exception.<br/><br/>In front of him stood a<a class="postlink" href="http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130806175521/runescape/images/thumb/b/b7/TzHaar-Mej.png/216px-TzHaar-Mej.png">tall golem-like figure made of obsidian</a>, holding a staff with a glowing orb on it. It seemed concerned, but it knew what it had to do in this situation. The figure addressed Merin with a terse query.<br/><br/>"What is your obligation to our society, child?"<br/><br/>Merin felt confusion through the memory. He was nothing more than an observer in his own memories, and then he heard his voice of stone respond to the figure.<br/><br/>"I...do not understand."<br/><br/>The dream turned into a blur, and then the scene changed to a library, dimly lit and filled with shelves of rather disorganized books. It was a wonder that anyone could find anything there, but Merin saw himself there, holding a handheld lamp of his own design, powered by magic. He was looking for something, but then a voice of stone interrupted his search. It came from a figure much like the golem-like figure in the previous memory, but it was stunted, shorter than the average human rather than towering over one.<br/><br/>"Have you found what you're looking for yet? I swear we'll be in here all day looking for it, and it's a wonder the people here don't go mad from trawling through this sea of books."<br/><br/>Merin felt irritated by the impatience of his partner. He was always so hasty, acting as if the world should cater to his every need sometimes. Despite this, he regarded him as his closest friend. He knew that he could always rely on him, as he had for years ever since the incident that brought them together in the first place.<br/><br/>"I already told you this, Lanthus, and I will tell you it again. All will come in time, if one works towards it, and has the patience to do so."<br/><br/>He picked a book from the shelves. It was titled<span style="font-style: italic">A Comprehensive History of the Fifth Age of Gielinor</span>. He honestly doubted how comprehensive it really was, but it may contain what they were looking for.<br/><br/>The scene changed once again. He was underground, in an ancient stone structure. Despite its age, it was maintained fairly well.<br/>In front of him was a small circle of obsidian fragments, and a puddle of water. A cruel, harsh voice sounded in his mind.<br/><br/>"Do your value your freedom so? You know you cannot destroy me, and my existence ensures the safety of this world."<br/><br/>Merin knew this memory all too well. He could not experience this yet again. The dream faded into oblivion, and the scene in front of him faded from view. True unconsciousness took him, and he was haunted no more by visions of his past.<br/><br/>(Feel free to do what you need with the limp, unconscious body of Merin, I'll probably have him wake up next round.)