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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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78 RepliesBlinking lights, buzzing sounds, nausea, this was not a good day for Godkillah. The Warlord, Greenskinned Primarch, as some called him, found himself in a strange environment, unaware of his surroundings, but more importantly, away from his tribes, his Waaagh!, and [i]even more[/i] importantly, Away from his massive piles of loot. This did not please him. Far from it. The massive Ork stood up from the cold, strange floor, checking in rapid distress for his Dakka, his most prideful loot. In a massive wave of relief, he realized they were all present, kept where they were safest: directly on his person. His massive arsenal followed him everywhere. [i][b]"Wot the bloody hell is dis place... And who's the stupid git who got me in 'ere?!"[/b][/i] Godkillah looked around in anger, realizing he was alone. [i][b]"Iss probably dat bloody mekkboy squig... Oi'll have his 'ed on a pole fo' dat!"[/b][/i] The Ork clashed his massive metallic claw into the wall in anger, making the wall bend and buckle from the massive force. Awkwardness wasn't an issue for him. When he realized the doors and passages were too small for him, he began making some home improvements that matched his stature. Doorframes became awkward holes in the rough shape of a massive ork, leaving a trail of where he went. By the looks of it, the warlord was wandering aimelessly through the ship, still trying to get his bearings of where the hell he was, or how the hell he even got 'ere. Certainly, without his hundreds of Ork tribes accompanying him, the lord of Waaagh! didn't seem in a position of power. But only fools would think of such a thing. GodKillah, Waaghlord of the Star Crushaz, was a Waaagh! in himself. [spoiler]open.[/spoiler]
