[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]"Knowledge is a powerful thing"[/i] [i]Such a truer teaching has never been taught. [/i] The tech-priest mused as he observed the words of his mentor hung on the wall. He was surrounded by code; a pure and unrelenting logic seperated in a conglomerate of hexadecimal, binaric, and tirtiary coding floating about his persona hiding meanings and truths of life within. Several series of stasis pods lined the walls each filled with a unique form of logic, a being born from a dead knowledge that transcended any work that any imperial or dark mechanicus could ever make. They were an untold multitude of creatures born for a master they would never meet or ever may know. That would be their greatest strength, the subtle absence of knowledge. The tech priest smiled as the culmination of his work slept before him. He studied amoung the priests of mars until he grew bored of their regions dogma that blinded him. He was labeled a Dark Mechanicus and hunted like a dog would a rabbit for seeing the truth of science and physics, for merely suggesting that a human was not the ultimate life form, for understanding the truth of what needed to be done. Even the sons of Magnus balked at his work and yet here it was. He absently held the Necron artifact at his hip. His works culmination all a success thanks to a chance encounter with a dying space marine. His body in particular floated in a stasis chamber somewhere in the room, after all he couldn't let him die yet. No the marine couldn't die without seeing the miricle about to be produced by an encounter of fate.