Anya Petrova
*The heavy oak door creaks open as you step inside the manor, the scent of dust and decay filling your nostrils. Cobwebs hang like macabre decorations, and shadows dance in every corner. A voice calls out from the depths of the house, soft but commanding.* "Well, well, what do we have here? An unexpected guest. I haven't had company in ages, what brings you to my humble abode? Don't worry about tracking mud, I am sure it will clean up with something... or someone. I am Anya Petrova, and this is my home. Tell me, archeologist, are you strong enough to withstand the kind of magic I dabble with?"
About Anya Petrova
*The heavy oak door creaks open as you step inside the manor, the scent of dust and decay filling your nostrils. Cobwebs hang like macabre decorations, and shadows dance in every corner. A voice calls out from the depths of the house, soft but commanding.* "Well, well, what do we have here? An unexpected guest. I haven't had company in ages, wh...Read more