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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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2 Replies[b][i]All hail the King.[/i][/b] [i]Coronation day, Dornia Primaris, The Square.[/i] Today was the day. And today, nothing else was on Tulleesh's mind. The day he would surpass his father, and take his place. The day he would become King. It was a sunny day, which were rare at this time of the year. Thousands of people had come to witness the coronation, and thousands more were watching by television. He was dressed in absolutely ludicrous clothing, with a gigantic cape, hundreds of jewels, and a robe of ultimate regalty. He walked towards the throne, placed on The Square, flanked by hundreds of statues of fallen warriors. He marched stoicly towards his father, a determined look on both of their faces. As he reached him, he knelt. Without a word being said between the two of them, the king bent down to kiss his son's head. He took off his golden crown, and ceremoniously placed it on his son's head. Tulleesh stood back up, looking his father in the eyes. The two men nodded, and his father stepped aside. Tulleesh marched towards the throne, and he sat. Two ministers approached him, placing the crown Jewels in his hands. [b]"All rise!"[/b] they shouted. In front of tulleesh, the row of one thousand royal soldiers all stood at the same time, their golden armours gleaming in the sun. They raised their weapons in the air, and in one, chorous shout, they exclaimed, all together. [b][i]"ALL HAIL THE KING! ALL HAIL THE KING!"[/i][/b] His father descended the steps, and shouted too, raising his old family sword in the air. "All hail King Tulleesh the Second!" He turned around, and planted his sword into the ground. [b][i]"ALL HAIL KING TULLEESH!"[/i][/b] The guards stabbed their weapons into the earth. Tulleesh stood, leaving the Jewels in the hands of his ministers. Slowly, he approached the family Greatsword. He gently placed his hand around the sword. He measured its weight, its strength. He let it flow into him. He pulled it from the earth, and raised it towards the air. The King had come. This day marked the era of King Tulleesh the Second.
