Bartuc coughed from the dust, the dream version of himself turned to stone and shattered as Glodin heard his words and finally understood. The world itself had turned to a myriad portrait of stones, stuck forever as they had been. 
Bartuc took the offered hand and got his feet underneath him. "that thing really how you see me Glodin?" He picked up the snarling stone visage of himself and stared at it for a few seconds before crushing it to powder in his hand. "I gotta work on my public image a bit more then." A firm pat on the dwarfs back accompanied his laughter at the situation. 
The light began to envelope both of them as the dream began to collapse. Bartyc shouted a warning before they both found themselves somewhere else. "find the dreamer! Wake then up! With that the light brought them to a new destination.

Bartuc shielded his eyes as the light brough him to a new destination and blinked away the stars for a few moments. His surroundings were a forest of some sort but it was withered... Dead. The air stunk of death. "where the hell am I now?" He mumbled.




Marcus had fought off his own dream with ease. The mercenary crew he had joined all those years ago were dead. Marcus had killed them personally, and no amount of magic could make him forget or forgive them. In the dream they were executed all over again.
Now he stood in the shadows of a room littered with spongy confections of sugar. The look of disgust was profound indeed when he kicked one of them away, cutting a path to the nearest person. It hadn't taken long to find out they were honoring a necromancer and her pet beast for defeating the evil lord Sar'than.
Diligently the flow of information continued as guest after guest told the hunter of Henry to bear and his origin of a spirit trapped in the bears body, to hear them say it. 
All of these people worshipped the ground a necromancer walked on. They coveted her for heroics not ever accomplished. A rude awakening this would be.
All of them were condemned to destruction here and now. Marcus would start with the biggest problem first.
More people flooded in, template bt the look of the armor. He caught wind of this being a dream and smiled cruelly. 
The firearm at his hip slid soundlessly from the well oiled harness. 

The room lit up blindingly as his first shot took the bear form Henry in the back of the skull, leaving a smoking hole. "By order of the Dawn, all who practice the dark magic are to be executed. How do you plead, dream girl."
His pistol took aim at Cythlla, waiting for her to make a move.