The movement, the merriment ceased, it is replaced by activity denoting hurried actions. Worry, perhaps fear lay among those near the fire. No matter, such is expected when one both sacred and profane enters the land of those who do not dream, who do not see and grasp the entirety of the multiverse. 

One person, clearly the one whom the Dreaming Queen found interest in, for he was the one whom acted with decision and fortitude. Yes, this one was the one, he faced the Dreamer and a weak shimmering beam shot forth. The pale light landing on the armor, only to be blunted and devoured by the darkness of it. 

What light crashed against the skeletal face reflected the grinning death head, the amethyst energies that issued from the eye sockets blazed and brightened, soon outshining the light that emitted from the electric torch. 

Stopping a scant 20 yards from the group, Skallagrim shucked back his hooded cloak, revealing both his sword and the swarming darkness that was his dagger, as well as his armored form. For a long second nothing happened but a steady buzzing that increased in magnitude until a wash of white noise filled the beach. A thunderous burst of static that quickly modulate down until a hissing voice filled the night air, [b]“Michael Faraday…you have presented the Dreamers with a curious set of potentialities. I have come to see which weave of fate you shall take and what worlds you shall affect with your choices.”[/b]

A shimmering amethyst streak of energy raced from the right hand, up across the chest of the being and down to the left, only to return just as rapidly. Both hands are bathed in a soft violet hue that crackles and hums, the subtle but present smell of ozone permeates the beach. The once clear skies are rapidly filling with an odd darkness that wells up from nothing, swallowing the stars in a bubbling and foaming void that carries with it a buzzing sound, as if a million voices are clamoring at once. 

Both feet slide away from each other in the soft sand, the right taking lead as the body of the Dreamer adjusts and takes and slightly hunched position as the knees bend gently, weight easily on the balls of the feet. The image presented was that of a boxer, as the right hand swung forward slightly raising a tad so it was mid-thigh, the left hand rested at waist height, the hand not quite a fist, but ready. 

[b]{I have added a second prep to the character, again with a display of energy. I have assumed a stance, no weapon drawn but clearly in a fighting position. I have indicated I have come to face you for purposes of my own.}[/b]