[Dream]
[It's a battlefield. Never the nicest of places to begin with, but this one looks like it was nothing more then a slaughter. People and dragons lay in a bloody heap, twisted and broken. Five bodies lay apart from the rest, thrown at angles, and two mechanical puppets lay broken on the ground. Marno stands, his shirt torn apart, the scars on his chest bloody and fresh, revealing a cavity where his heart should be. His blade drips blood, but he doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he speaks, and it sounds sad, longing. ]
Marno Ar [Is there another name there, so faded and broken that it sounds different to each person who hears it? Or merely an indrawn breath?], Accursed One, thy life must end. [He spreads his wings, looking towards the distance, where a black dragon circles.]
But not just yet. [And he begins to walk in that direction, heedless of the trail of blood he leaves behind him.]
Marno Ar [Is there another name there, so faded and broken that it sounds different to each person who hears it? Or merely an indrawn breath?], Accursed One, thy life must end. [He spreads his wings, looking towards the distance, where a black dragon circles.]
But not just yet. [And he begins to walk in that direction, heedless of the trail of blood he leaves behind him.]