<blockquote><div><cite>Ricochet wrote:</cite>((Yeah that kinda sucks, maybe you can post stuff about what's going on in your mind during your unconcious state. Like maybe you can see into the future, or your an an parallel Tranmutationschool, or dreaming of the days as a King's Rider. Just some sugesstions.))</div></blockquote><br/><br/>((I was planning on doing that, but I thought nobody honestly gave a rat's ass about that... I'll give it a go.))<br/><br/>Though he could hear them initially, the voices of the people surrounding Tyr began to fade out slowly as he sunk into sleep again.<br/><br/>The dream picked up almost an hour after it had left off in the library. The lieutenant Martlin had sent out still had yet to return and the sun was almost completely absent in the sky.<br/><br/>As the light gave out, figures appeared, creeping around the edges of what was visible. A full moon made itself visible in the sky above.<br/><br/>A shriek pierced the night crying out a word that turned blood to ice: "Werewolf!" Martlin looked over as a horde of the monsters charged forward into the hamlet with swords drawn and peasant clothing torn about their bodies.<br/><br/>"Hurry your ranks men!" Martlin called to the Riders, but they were too afraid and didn't heed his command. He saw his men running frantically either into the fight or away, neither action seemed to be beneficial. Martlin began to seriously doubt that he would survive the night.