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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim:
9/11/2016 4:14:04 AM
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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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21 RepliesEdited by Alonfé: 6/9/2016 5:28:46 AM[b]Camp, Unknown[/b] [i]The Crimson Scar's Khan, Bracheous, had led him here. But here he sat, amongst heavily armed space marines giving him odd stares, just sitting in a very awkward sort of staring contest. The Void Wolves he hadn't met yet, or the Baltic Manticores, but that wasn't much his problem; Alon, sitting cross legged, eating some ice cream he had preserved in his pack, in a small enclosed tent with 3 other marines. One was sharpening his chainsword, the others checking their weapons, giving the occasional glance at the mage, bearing only a cloak and light plate armour. He felt like dwarf in comparison to the hulking soldiers with their massive weapons. They hadn't made any move to talk to him, and Alon kept looking from one to the other, trying to warrant some conversation. An hour passed, and Alon meditated. Six hours, and meditation turned to sleep. Fourteen hours later, Alon stirred from his state to find new marines in their spot; some sleeping, one cleaning his armour. Alon rose from the ground silently, exiting the tent, having raided all the food from that one.[/i] Y'all are really boring. Hm, let's go take a look over here. [i]Alon began walking around the camp, ignored by all the marines, but to any other it'd be quite an odd sight; behemoth soldiers, and a small, 6ft mage walking between them, like wind through great redwoods. Alon walked to find conversation, and that's what he'd do; find someone to talk to, or something to do. Either would be sufficient.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
