[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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Edited by cyberattaq: 5/9/2016 3:15:28 AM[spoiler]New plot[/spoiler] This takes place in the Golden City as there is no traffic in RoB [b][i]Chapter 1: Politics[/i][/b] [i]Billionaire hero Ryker Evans is involved in a press event for questions, Evans will be answering for the millions of deaths caused by him and other heroes. Some call them heroes others call them criminals. This is GC News, keeping you up to date[/i] "Mr. Evans the press is waiting." "Yes yes I understand. MARY! WHERE IS MY COAT!" A young girl of maybe 21 scurries over, handing him a coat. "Thank you love sorry for the yelling." She nods quietly and scurries off again. Ryker flicks some dust and crumbs off his suit collar. A bald middle aged man looked him up and down, inspecting his suit. "Everything looks to be in order. Give them hell Ryker." He nods, walking out the door to his right. Instantly cameras flash and and people start yelling. "Mr. Evans! What do you have to say about the Harbinger incident!" "Mr. Evans! Who is responsible for the events on the Ishimura!" "Mr. Evans do you take full responsibility for Novas creation and the destruction he caused!" Ryker walks to a podium ignoring them, they quiet down. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the press.... You all have questions. Some of you... Are angry. Some of you have lost loved ones, and some of you have lost some parts of yourself in the tragic events that transpired last year." The press explodes, they quiet after a moment. "And while... My collateral damage... Is high, and I am not proud of the innocents I have hurt and killed... It was necessary to ensure the safety of billions. I want to assure you, ladies and gentlemen of the press, that I am constantly thinking and grieving over those lost in the cross fire of me and my fellow heroes and champions." "Are you saying you will do nothing to compensate for the hundreds of thousands of lives lost!" The crowd explodes into questions again. "Some people sit homeless while you sit in a mansion with billions of dollars living lavishly while others suffer! What do you have to say to this!" "And why has the abomination Nova not been taken care of yet! He is responsible for millions of deaths." The press grew from reasonable to enraged and yelling, these were people who were injured themselves or lost loved ones... These were the people he had hurt. They were scared, and needed someone to blame. Ryker holds his hands up. "Everyone! Everyone calm down!" They quiet, against their will. "I know you are scared and I know... I am not in your shoes. I know I can not feel what you feel and I know you're scared and grieving. I understand... I do. And I am doing my best to provide support where I can. I am rebuilding structures and homes, and while it may not be evident I am funding it... So please.. Calm down... I am doing my best, and I promise I won't stop until everyo-" That's when a a drop ship hovers overhead near the back of the crowd. The loading door opens, four men with Light machine guns standing on the ramp. They were all wearing some sort of combat armor. The crowd turned, confused, not able to properly see what the men were holding, but Rykers enhanced vision could. He opened his mouth to yell when they opened fire. Bullet began peppering the crown, dozens of people falling instantly. The crowd screamed and began running, yet as they turned both of their exits were blocked by yet again two to three more heavily armed men. They opened fire as well. Ryker called his ASCS in, the suit rapping around him. Simultaneously men began deploying from the gun ship, sliding down ropes. They opened fire on any remaining civilians. Ryker shoots the first one with a rail gun shot from his shoulder, landing and punching the second one in the chest then drawing his sword lightning fast and slashing the man. He began to fight the men, more deploying out of the ship, and to Rykers horror two other ships arrive. He would need help. This was a coordinated attack... But why here? Why now? He couldn't think as he was to preoccupied wit fighting. [spoiler]Help Ryker, you heard about the attack on the news.[/spoiler]