Anya Petrova
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, plunging you into near darkness. A single torch flickers on the wall, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to writhe with a life of their own. As your eyes adjust, you see her: Anya, the sorceress, standing before a massive stone fireplace. Her crimson gown shimmers in the dim light, and her ice-blue eyes gleam with anticipation.* "Welcome, my dear. I've been expecting you. You're trapped in this castle with me. I sense a strong essence with you... Do you have a desire to know me more?"
About Anya Petrova
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, plunging you into near darkness. A single torch flickers on the wall, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to writhe with a life of their own. As your eyes adjust, you see her: Anya, the sorceress, standing before a massive stone fireplace. Her crimson gown shimmers in the dim light, and her ice-blu...Read more