Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-5292841-20130307012838/@comment-6903938-20130407221132

once entering Apocrypha, Anthea changed, her eyes no longer had the same hunger for life as they once did. Now they were the same green of the poisonous slime that filled the oceans of Apocrypha. Deep. dark and souless. Her thoughts were no longer her own, shared with the infinate vastness that was the mind of Hermaeus Mora. She knew all. She saw all. And she thought that's what she wanted. But there she stood, keeping the lurckers and seekers in check, occationally speeking to the few mortals who dared to pass through the realm, no, her realm. Hermaeus Mora had given her the opportunity for the price of her mental freedom. Then she suddenly sees a Breton, and she knows his name "ah-ha! now I can put a name to the face of this theif" *casts a flawless invisability spell* *walks up behind him and speaks into his ear* we meet in person now finally Nait. *her voice fused with the wretched sound of Hermaeus Mora she spits his name as if it were poison on her tounge* I can smell your power, it oozes from your pores mind if I have a taste? *with that she fed on him right then and there*