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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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7 Replies[b]Exclusion Zone[/b] Subtle was not a word in which Brimstone understood. In fact subtle was the farthest thing from what was happening outside of the quarantine. Granted the man knew what needed done and how to do it, he seemed to lack an understanding of what else could be accomplished in the process. There where few breach points to the quarantined zones and the area Brim chose had only one access point. That access point however was near an engineering lift giving him the power of a multi leveled area to set up a base. The main bay itself was alive as ever. Engineers scuttled to make repairs on infrastructure, soilders of all types training, medical practitioners even managed to set up a triage . But supplies where still short and volunteers where few as most fell in line to sarris or the summoner for leadership Both were exceptional leaders, Brim thought, but both had their visions clouded. Only thought about the long term victories and never the small ones. They sought to defeat an enemy in its entirety, but never how to break them and burn their ideology to its core. They refused to understand the psychological destruction on a personal level wouldn't only break an enemy but break their ideals and concepts. And that was the only way to achieve true victory. The destruction of not only the enimies life but of their very minds as well. A commotion broke brim from his thoughts as he tore his eyes away from the lift going to the access point and over towards the incoming lift. Basic lift exos began unloading the supplies as engineers scuttled to distribute them to appropriate areas. A round of cheers where shared as combat servators acted as an escort to 10 heavy weapon exos. The exos where slow archaic things made for normal men but the moral boost from them was to immense to ignore. And without any friendly marines the option for those platforms gave a massive relaxing for the patrols. And bringing up the rear was mouth with his cocky smile and a dragon fruit in hand.
