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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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8 RepliesEdited by Robot745: 7/29/2016 7:16:24 PM[i]I am rage[/i] The human had no chance as the axe cleaved through his chest at an inhumane speed. The nails were singing their song, and Brund was in its trance. Every part of his armored form was a weapon, cutting, crushing, and rending flesh and bone as his need for violence grew. As the last mortal fell he squatted over the corpse and drove his gauntlets into its back. With a wrenching and bubbling pop the human's spine and skull flew free of its body. Brund dropped his axe and held the spine and skull aloft roaring a terrible cry to khorne as his gene enhanced lungs echoed the sound through the empty halls. Then in an instant he returned, former legionary Azoth Brund, of the World Eaters. He lowered his trophy as he squatted and began to clean the skull. This was the only one to put up a worthy fight, and it got a lucky hit on an armor joint. Not the greatest of offerings but blood had been shed on both sides and that was all that mattered. Once it was clean of most of the gore he deftly poked a hole in it and threaded a steel cable from his belt into the skull. Standing he sighed and picked up his axe, this was all he knew now. The nails had taken his sanity, and now this ship had taken his memory. He knew only his name and the thirst for glory, and battle. Only, an itch of his former self remained. He shook his head as the possibility of remembering his purpose slammed shut like a steel trap, a chance only to be re opened by bloodshed. He began to stride down a service tunnel in search of a way to find his true purpose aboard this vessel of the lost. [i]Open[/i]
