Things had been granted time to settle down into some semblance of order after the two’s departure. However, it was almost as if the stoic halls of the Nexus were building themselves up to something. As if the very architecture was bracing itself for some new terror to enter the domain of the Dreamers, something old, something perhaps even more powerful than the Dreamers themselves?
A melon flew through one of the many portals and splattered on the stony ground some distance in front of the great throne.
“Ah, that’s where I left tha- oh.” The figure which followed the messy projectile stopped mid-sentence, realising suddenly that he had entered the Nexus of Worlds almost completely by accident, possibly. Though its arrival was not by any extent the queerest thing about it, for the emaciated stick-figure which floated into the great halls had a great bulbous head not unlike the melon which had come before. Its arms trailed at its sides, flopping down as if it lacked the energy to lift them, which was more than plausible considering it had not an ounce of flesh on its body. Made of some kind of sinewy substance, it resembled more of a caricature than a living breathing being. That made a lot of sense though, in a twisted sort of way, because the strange relatively short being was in fact the avatar of the almighty god of madness, Daeh Nolem!
“Oh indeed.” Daeh said pointlessly, staring down at the floor and then across to Skallagrim, who was sitting all stoically on his throne observing the great many worlds connected to his own. Daeh didn’t particularly like being here, he wasn’t even sure how his present location was connected to this one, all he knew was that he had left most of his power at the door, so to speak.
“Well, what we have here is something of a predicament.” He announced finally, spinning his head in a borderline grotesque fashion to look around the hall. The face etched into the Melon Head was worrying, to say the least, but considering all the terrible crap loitering around the universe it was fairly tame by comparison.
“I would like to just tip my hat to you, good skeleton sir, and take my leave… but now I know of your little party (which I didn’t get an invite to I might add!) I feel an overwhelming urge to crash it!” Daeh made his proclamation with an amused little titter and floated closer to Skallagrim’s throne. Finding a nice space at the side of the room he waved one hand, the splattered melon he left behind zooming over like a tame puppy to mould into a pleasant Melon throne for him to sit on, he rested in a casual fashion, one spindly leg splayed over one of the chair’s arms, as if he had all the time in the world.
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