Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150827222708/@comment-24760123-20150902224134

Hyperion's subconscious awoke in Apocrypha.

"What in the name of Talos...?!"

Be calm, my friend.

Hyperion looked around frantically. "Who in Oblivion was that?"

''Many call me different names. To your family, I am known as Hermaeus Mora, the Daedric Prince of knowledge. This is my Realm of Apocrypha.''

Hyperion's eyes widened. "No. No, no, no! I CANNOT be dead!"

''BE CALM, MORTAL! You are not dead. You are simply unconscious, and I pulled you here for a short time.''

Hyperion took a few breaths. "Fine. What do you want, Herma-Mora?"

''One of my worshippers has managed to acquire one of my artifacts. Retrieve it, and I will reward you with information...''

Hyperion though for a second. "Very well. I'll take your offer."

Do not fail me, mortal.

Hyperion returned to darkness...