[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 Obi-Emp Kenobi: 5/28/2016 7:52:42 AM[b]Arknin, Tech Priest.[/b] The Tech Priest was asleep in some sort of Cryostasis chamber upon the bloodwrath, while half a dozen servitors tended to the chamber pod. The chamber hissed, releasing Arknin from his pod. "[b][u]Where could I be now? Last I remember I was on Mars then nothing...[/u][/b]" One of the Servitors approached him holding a rather peculiar device. The Priests Mechandrites swiveled and moved to grab it, For it was a mere Bolter Pistol. "[b][u]Ah, A weapon of the Adeptus Astartes. Made by my brethren out of respect of course. Such a perfect weapon indeed...Yet I feel we could have done better.[/u][/b]" Arknin grabbed his tools and decided to head out with his servitors following. "[b][u]This is a remarkable ship, but it is inferior to the Adeptus Mechanicus.[/u][/b]" As they walked along Arknin could tell the place reeked of Chaos and came across some Tyranid bodies. One of the Mechandrites which had a peculiar claw on it proceeded to stab multiple times, and each time it was noticeable deeper. The Mechandrite scooped out Jelly like liquid. "[b][u]Tyranid Bone and Flesh...nothing new.[/u][/b]" The mechandrite flung it onto the wall. They continued to walk in the bloodwrath, two of the Servitors armed with Heavy Bolters upon their arms. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]