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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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  • [i][b]The Round Table.[/b][/i] As Feryun walks through the portal back to his master's realm, he lands in front of the Emerald palace, in the bright grass. In his hands, he carries the tablet that was the Shadowlight artefact. The powerful, mysterious stone pulsates with energy, and the sorcerer puts it down on the ground, in part because he was afraid of its power. Two of the royal guardians of the palace had approached the wizard, but upon recognizing Feryun's metal chassis, they sent for Noiratrom at once. Rapidly, the king approached the wizard. "Feryun, your search was fruitful?" He says, in his powerful deep voice. [i]"Yes, my lord. I have found the Artefact, just where I had left it. Although I must warn you... it's magics are still a mystery to me."[/i] he replied, in his metallic voice. "I understand your worries. I will keep it under lock until its secrets can be uncovered." Noiratrom, with a mere thought, made the tablet levitate. The two guardians approached him, carrying a golden Ark. Thr god then descended the tablet into the ark, which was then sealed afterwards. It would be carried deep into the vaults, where it would remain to be observed and experimented. "But with that business concluded, we have more urgent matters to attend to, my sorcerer." [i]"Your wish is my command, lord. I shall assist you in any way that I can. After all, you have gifted me with my sorceries..."[/i] "I did so because you will need them... I have shared my plan with you. Come, walk with me." Feryun stood back up, and followed Noiratrom into the palace. "While the war against Khorne will rage, we are forced to divide our attention. I will be split into two. My primary spirit will remain here, to secure the front. And, to help in the illusion... my second spirit, albeit much weaker, will be accompanying you in the search." [i]"The search, my lord? The search for artifacts of Mephet'ran?"[/i] "Not quite yet... first, we must gather thr sentinels." They then enter a room wherein a table rested. It was a circular room, in which seven thrones rested. Each throne was ornate in a specific fashion, as if it had been designed for a particular person. At the center of the room, a strange map. It was ever changing, showing real time. It could point to anywhere in the universe, including the warp. Currently, the map was showing the Realm of Evergreen. They could see every tree with unspoken clarity, including the village, and the townspeople that lived in it. Feryun observed in amazement at all of this, but wondered. [i]"My lord... what is the use of this? Who are the sentinels?"[/i] "A good question, Feryun. Please, take your seat." Noiratrom sat at the throne designed after him, which was the biggest of the thrones. To his right was Feryun's. The sorcerer seated. "To accomplish my task, I have need of the greatest warriors that ever were. And they must be willing to work for us. I have found five other candidates, that would work with you and I. Once the five are gathered, we can begin our hunt for the Tesseract vaults. And once we have gathered as many artifacts as we can, we will go seek the black library, and Cegorach. And once he has joined us... we will take down Tzeentch. And so, our current mission is to go gather these five champions." Feryun nodded, taking it all in. [i]"I see... well, wherever you go, I will follow you. Even if it is to our deaths, my lord."[/i] Noiratrom smiled, then nodded. "Our first recruit is wandering the depths of the warp. More specifically, the Blood God's domain. She is caught in an endless gauntlet. At her feet pile the dead of the warp, destined to return eternally into defeat." The map warps and changes to show the realm of Khorne, then zooms in on the tree of souls. "That is where we go." The map then turns into a portal, leading straight into the blood god's domain. "When I step through the portal, my soul will be fragmented. The blood god will not suspect a thing. But I will be made considerably weaker." Around him, his armour materializes. On his head, the helm of Alpharius, his brother. Feryun nods, and steps through. [spoiler]here we are! Remember your roles, guys.[/spoiler]

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