[center][b]The Nexus of Worlds[/b][/center]

On the great obsidian throne in the center of the Great Hall, Skallagrim sat whispering in a haunting voice, [b]“Dreamer I am here at the Nexus of Worlds, I shall watch the threads of fate and the multiverse so that all Dreamers may see and observe.” [/b]

With that, Skallagrim reached out through the multiverse seeking worlds and entities who showed promise and aptitude. Using the incredible powers of the Dreamers the Walker between Worlds emerged on each world, a Ghostly figure seated upon the Obsidian throne his gaze covering the scope of the world, seeing and remembering everything to be recorded in the far darkened halls of memories..

On each world, wormholes appeared, hidden vortexes connecting each world to the Nexus of Worlds, as well as to the other places, known and unknown in the vast multiverse. Yet not all worlds will find the gates, some worlds turned towards technology and a blind eye to the pathway between worlds. Others crafted legends of such things in their hoary past, dismissing any such wormhole as sheer folly and the sightings of delusional minds. 

Should one find a gate and enter it they will find themselves on a small moon, circling a gas giant, in turn circling the brightest star of a triple star system. This planet is where the Nexus of Worlds resides, a place that bridges the worlds of reality with those of the Dreamers. 

This is the great hall, a place of shimmering lights. In the center of the hall upon a raised dais is the Obsidian Throne, from which all worlds can be seen. Atop it is Skallagrim the Cughatgh. 

To those who approach the skeletal being he whispers softly, [b]“Here in the endless void, a midst the eternal star shine of the omnniverse, the Dreamers craft lands of dream and fantasy, yet for all our power, the realities of the living surprise us. A hundred billion worlds lay before us and each offers life and death. Yet the machinations of these beings always surprise us.”[/b]

Skallagrim stands and extends a hand, his voice like thunder, [b]“Welcome to the Nexus of Worlds. We, the Dreamers, welcome thee. Your presence will be recorded and your world will be cataloged.”[/b]

Skallagrim waves to the Great Hall around them. Within the hall stands the golden trees Glasir and Læraðr. The hall's ceiling is thatched with golden shields. Various creatures live in the Great Hall such as the stag Eikþyrnir and the goat Heiðrún, both are standing atop wide wooden steeps and consuming the foliage of the tree Læraðr. The land around Great Hall is lush, with thick green grasses and shrubs with fruit and nuts. Beyond that flash of green, the dreamed of summer lands, lies the worlds connected to the Nexus of Worlds.

[b]“'The Nexus of Worlds is a dream, a fantasy or nightmare depending on how you approach life. However, out there, lays a multitude of lifetimes. Some will come to the Nexus; others will live a thousand lifetimes and never find it. Those who have come here will find pathways to other worlds, other times and places, perhaps you have dreamt long upon this and when you wake we shall be naught but a fading memory. Perhaps your will is strong and you will remember us, remember where we reside, perhaps you will come to wage war on the Dreamers, or perhaps curse us for your own demise.”[/b]