Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-24449631-20140531141226

"Well..." Hermaeus Mora's slow ever present booming voice sounded through Apocrypha.

"You know the rules of Apocrypha... Seek that which you wish to know."

The world reformed itself into a long row of bookshelves, filled with forbidden knowledge.

The green yet dark skies of the plane lid the way just barely.

"A lot of forbidden knowledge has been added to my halls within the time you speak of..."

"A crisis in the faith of magic..." He continued. His voice, omni-present. Though he did not show himself, the void, the being of tentacles. Not even for Ferrin.