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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim:
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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]The Limits to a Well Laid Plan[/i] [i]Falk stared through the scope of his Exitus rifle...just as he had been for 2 Terran weeks. He was unmoving, except for his left hand, which thumbed a large silver bullet back and forth. The rooftop in the plaza gave him the full breadth of the area, no escape route was beyond his sight, no hiding place safe. His target would show soon, he had made sure of it. The grimoire on the cement next to him would draw the target out. All was in place. What happened next was beyond the scope of what Falk had prepared for. The target emerged from a bulkhead 200 meters away. Falk snapped to attention and loaded the bullet into his weapon. He trailed the target to a less populated location, and as the sorcerer made his way to a warehouse, Falk brought his body to an almost standstill. As he touched his finger to the trigger, the sorcerer turned and looked right at the scope, right at Falk. He pulled the trigger but nothing happened, his brow furrowed and he ran diagnostics through his spy mask. Too late he realized, a being was behind him. The small hooded creature shoot at him with incredible speed, his inattention no hindrance to his enhanced reflexes. He met the creature's pounce and grabbed what he assumed was the creature's neck, reversing its momentum, and flinging it from the rooftop. He paid it's howl no mind as he quickly aimed back at his target, who was no longer there. Falk cursed as he slumped back onto a pile of debris. He wondered if the Sorcerer had known he was looking at his assassin and summoned the creature to this position, or was it fate that a filth crawling scum would deny the Officio their mark, it mattered not. He rose and slung the weapon over his shoulder and drew his cloak around him, this position was now compromised. He knelt down to grab the grimoire and to his fury, it was gone. The creature. He raced to the edge he had catapulted it off of and looked down only to find no body, no evidence it was even there. With no way to contact his superiors, and time running short, Falk scaled down the building and began to briskly walk to his second position.[/i] Open
