[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 AfghaniClownPcrn: 5/22/2016 12:03:26 PM[i]None could forget great burn, the day that heavens shook and descended a blood culler, so fear installing...what did we do...[/i] [b]As he rose from his flaming casket, he revealed himself...A being of horrific malice and dread. The gods had descended him onto our fateful harbor. Onto hope. Why..why do they hate us so. The mass behind the smoke then began to move, his gait, that of a colossus from folklore, but yet, it almost reflected our very own. He looked up to the hell above, the skies were drenched in fire from his arrival onto hope. He muttered in the most composed voice "I'll find another way, just you see..." His voice was of thunder and raw power. He then gazed around at the figures bestowed upon his ground, he could sense fear that day. He spread his wings to form wounds in reality. He declared us primitive, as he saw a mother trying to pull her child from the rubble. "Łan'dalłandu..." [/b] This is the story of a hope, lost to the ashes, never to be discovered... [spoiler]Before Bloodwrath[/spoiler]