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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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  • Edited by Robot745: 9/10/2016 2:52:44 PM
    The Eightfold Path Azoth Brund stalked down the hallways of the accursed ship he now considered a prison. His mission was simple, find the tome of the sorcerer. He, despite his hatred of sorcery, needed to work with his fellow Astartes. His pay, the chance to test his might against anything this ship could muster. [i]Kill........kill[/i] Brund grunted and bashed his fist against his crested helm. [i]NO[/i] He couldn't lose it here, too many mortals around, he would draw too much attention to himself. [i]Kill...Maim...[/i] [i]NO...N-NO[/i] As the centuries passed the World Eaters came to understand when one warrior's nails began to sing, all would join the chorus. Brund, like any other Astartes was trained not to fear, but the being that was nearing sent a very human chill down his neck. [i]Kill...Maim...Burn[/i] His mind was aflame with the need to kill, and a chant he had heard once long ago. [i]KILL...Maim...Burn[/i] Brund slumped against a bulkhead wall trembling, his breathing was quickening and the white knuckle grip on his axe evident by its own shaking. He heard screaming from down the hallway, and the roar of a chainaxe. [i]KILL...MAIM...Burn[/i] A few humans were observing him, his green eyed glare landed on them. Instead of faces he saw only skulls on all of them. Good. [i]KILL...MAIM...BURN[/i] HE RUSHED FORWARD AND SMASHED HIS FIST INTO THE CHEST OF ONE OF THE HUMANS. HE FELT THE SHATTERING OF THE RIBS, GOOD. THE REST TRIED TO FLEE BUT HE SWUNG HIS AXE WIDE DECAPITATING 3. His mind was flooded with an inhuman ringing, and the sound of a chainaxe getting closer. [i]KILLMAIMBURNKILLMAIMBURNKILLMAIMBURNKILLMAIMBURNKILLMAIMBURNKILLMAIMBURN[/i] This chant was heard so long ago, the day his legion shattered, the day he entered the eye. Amidst his skulltaking and the cacophony in his brain he looked down the hallway. One lone figure stalked towards him. His armor the deepest shade of Crimson. Brass adorned every detail of his plate and skulls dangled from his waist on rattling chains. Brund's senses were beyond hyper focused. The figure's left arm was bare, to the skin. In his right hand he gripped a smoking plasma pistol, the left, a massive gore soaked chainaxe. His helm was menacing, his eyes glowing green, power emanated from his gaze like that of a predator ready to strike. It was then that the figure turned his gaze to Brund. He spoke with an accent that identified him as belonging to the ancient Terran Jermanic tribes. "Rise brother, I have need of you yet to escape this place." Azoth Brund rose and slammed his fist against his breastplate, a salute to his former captain, and new lord...Kharn the Betrayer. They both turned as they heard heavy footsteps moving towards them. Open, [b]you cannot be killed by Kharn do not worry, he is simply a plot device for my 3 characters interacting[/b] Scratch that if you antagonize him don't expect me to hold back on his factual power

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