[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 Xeno: 8/4/2016 3:35:22 PM[spoiler]He doesn't have the Decepticon Symbol, obviously.[/spoiler] The figure strode through the halls of the Bloodwrath with an unwavering stature. It stood at 8 feet, each step it took accompanied by the clanking of metal on metal. It's one, purple eye observed everything around it coldly, compiling information. Any Pskyer in the area wouldn't know of the Automaton's existence if they didn't see it. The mangled hands of the Warp tried to split open the metal man's psyche, to no avail. This thing did not have a soul, the Warp was useless. As it continued walking, an old man in rags clung onto the robot's foot. He looked up with pleading, bloodshot eyes. "Please... Help.... Me..." The robot stared coldly at the man, then it spoke in an even chillier tone. "[b]Empathy is not an emotion I am familiar with.[/b]" The robot grabbed the man by the head with one of its clawed hands. It's right arm, which was free, turned into a cannon of sorts. It aimed at the man in the robot's hands. "[b]Nor is mercy.[/b]" With a single blast of magenta and black energy, the man was gone. The Automaton's arm shifted back into its original form, and walked on. [spoiler]Short, sweet, introduction! Open![/spoiler]