[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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In the bowels of the Bloodwrath, a violet purple portal opens near the ground. From the swirling portal came a massive, metal door, foot, along with a part of a robotic, metal keg. Then, a hulking figure steps through with a loud, heavy clank as its metal feet hit the metal ground. It was a mech, and it stood at fifteen feet tall. Its right arm was more of a massive gun, or well, two guns; a fizzling plasma cannon, and a chaingun. Its left arm was unarmed, though it did have a robotic hand, currently clenched into a fist. The mech's head looks around the room they ended up in, and started walking off into a faintly lit hallway, though the mech's pilot didn't mind the lighting; he had been in darker areas, after all. The mech didn't run into anyone, or anything. It was kinda boring, really; and the pilot thought so too, as was evident by a bored, metallic sigh, and a male voice speaking through the mech's speakers, "Kinda boring so far... Had hoped for something to happen. Eh, spooky hallways are interesting enough, I guess.. Not as fun as seeing a completely new foe though..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [u]General Quarters | 12:34PM[/u] After a long, uneventful, and plain boring walk, the mech steps around the corner, getting a face full of bright light, and the view of a camp, further ahead. The mech speeds up, its loud steps thundering through the hallway, echoing off the walls as he hurries over. Then, he leaps through the doorway, landing on the outer edges of the General Quarters. Then, he just.. Stopped. Stood still. Watched. Waited, for what? Who knows.. [spoiler]Mute. And anyone who seriously, really badly wants to reply.[/spoiler]