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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim:
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Prison of Exiles (RP - RoB)
[b][i]- An interlude for RoB and other realms, loosely tied to Warhammer 40k and several other themes.[/i][/b]
[i] Hurtling through the aether, between the currents of space and time, soars a mighty vessel of steel and flesh, a starship of vast size and unimaginable power - The Bloodwrath. This is an ancient ship of legends, with a lengthy history that has appeared throughout time over tens of thousands of centuries. It has sailed through the warp, a gateway between stars and galaxies that does not abide by the laws of physics, and is inhabited by entities of unspeakable horror including gods of madness and chaos. The inhabitants of the ship are champions from many realms. With no memory of their arrival, they are bound together for a common cause - a cause that not even they can fathom. These are the stories of these exiles.
[b]Welcome to Prison of Exiles.[/b][/i]
[b][i]For New Arrivals:[/i][/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/126649858/0/0[/spoiler]
[b][i]Biographies:[/i][/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/123300498/0/0[/spoiler]
[b][i]Bloodwrath Information:[/i][/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/153882861/0/0[/spoiler]
[b][i]Link to RoB reference:[/i][/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/120286322/0/0[/spoiler]
- [b][i]The Bloodwrath will now be your home, but tread lightly, for this starship has a taste for blood, and a hunger for the souls of men to fuel it's fires of war. Consider this a warning, venturing into quarantined and off limits areas could lead to an unpleasant demise. The things that dwell in the dark are beyond you, and more insidious than you could imagine.
[u]Current Happenings:[/u]
- Your memories are blank as to your arrival, but there seems to be hope. Many are reporting visions brought on by depictions of an hourglass... Perhaps searching for banners, relics, books, or other items related to the hourglass could unlock the mystery of your arrival.
The Rivers of Blood continue to flow. [/i][/b]
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5 Replies[b][u]Death March Training[/u][/b] "Omen is right," Brim said ass he studied the map of the quarantine zone. "I will be lucky if a handful survive the way back." "I told you already, you need more killers and less soldiers. Any goon that can hold a gun, those PDF are proof enough."Growled Leo from the other side of the table around the smoking stub of an iho stick. " You need someone you can't trust but everyone depends everyone. I doubt some of these kids could kill someone touched by the great unclean one." "And let me geuss, you know how to fix that?" "Naturally." "Go then we have little time left." Brim relented. "But I cant promise you any favors this time, your tastes are rather rare on this ship." ♤♡♢♧♤♡♢♧♤♡♢♧♤♡♢♧ "Now would some one PLEASE explain why you all are practicing with plastic fcking toys and not real fcking blades." Shouted Leo to the gathered crowd. Under his boot was the men's CO. He was battered and bloody. Leo picked him first for his boasting which he felt he had permanently solved. "And I swear to the fragging Emperor the next person to say because it is training will be thrown down the lift instead of riding it." A group of medics began pushing their way through the crowd as Leo continued screwing as the Sargents distributed the real blades. As the first one bent down to look at the CO they were me with a boot to the face. "Can you explain why you are looking at this grox shit under my boot. He can't be worked on." "Why the frag can't he." "Because this man's condition," Leo smiles. " is dead" a single gunshot rang out as the CO's brain was splattered across the floor. "Welcome to a real killers training."
