Skallagrim sat down, the amethyst energies flowing slowly around his head, the eye sockets brilliant with the light. His voice a murmur, soft yet audible to the man called Cathak Talon. [b]“You are here because you choose to come here. You entered the gate of your own will and here you stand.” [/b] Waving a hand ,[b]”This is the Nexus of Worlds, from where we Dreamers see and watch, pondering the possible permutations of life and death.”[/b]

Listening to the man, Skallagrim lowered his head; [b]“Creation is as we dream it. All realms exist, all things exist somewhere…we Dreamers watch all of these realms, all of these existences and contemplate them in their entirety.”[/b]

[b]“Threats? I hardly threaten I merely explain the possibly outcome of your actions. Should you draw your sword then we shall engage in war. What if you win? How will you find your way to your own realm amidst the countless pathways? Are you long lived enough to find your way home? What of your men, are they sturdy and strong enough to face horrors beyond anything their minds can conceive?”[/b]

Skallagrim stood, slowly, step by step coming down so he was face to face with the man who among all those who had come was able to stand, with a slight wave of his hand several shimmering gates appeared and through each the sights on the other side could be seen. 

Darashal where a great war was in the beginning phases as warships sailed around the planet while on the planet below people struggled to resist the Knights and soldiers of the Angar-Ryllan Empire
 
Sortiarius a world much like the one that Talon had come from, where a small village was under attack by Elves or Sidereals, a huge bear running for the town where an elf killed with a blood lust that would cause anyone of common decency to turn away. 
 
Mystique a strange world where magic and machine were one and the same. Two strangers, not of this world prepared to engage in combat. Their structures similar to Talon’s but that is where the similarities ended.

Angar-Rylla Homeworld, where a small ship faced off the grand home fleet of the Empire. A man who was out of his league in terms of firepower, but a strange bravery or foolishness was seen in the exchange. 

Turning towards the man next to him, Skallagrim pointed, [b]“There, somewhere among those worlds you will find your way home. You are here, therefore you must make a choice, make a stand and allow us the opportunity to see how your kind can shape the multiverse, for good or ill.”[/b]

Turning to climb back to the high backed basalt throne, Skallagrim glanced back, [b]“That, that is what you can do. “[/b]