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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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48 Replies[i][b]White and red. The colours of Bracheous' armour. The colours had collided in a brilliant pattern befitting of only an Astares' armour, which is exactly what he was: A White Scars Space Marine, of a fallen successor chapter that kept the armour and name. He awoke with a great pain in his head, due to the grueling feeling of amnesia that came over him: Where was he? Who was he? Why was he here? All questions he had, but he didn't have the time to answer them himself. He pulled his body upwards and eventually onto his feet, the armour clashing with the dirt of the floor. Bracheous scoured the room he was in: Empty entirely, save for the Chainsword and Bolter Pistol he had to either side of him. [/b][/i] "Where... Am I?" [i][b]Bracheous' tone was filled with curiosity, and an underlying tone that displayed confusion, but he would never allow himself to show it. He scrambled over to the Bolter and popped the magazine out, before he inspected it: Six bullets rested inside, a fair number to him. And so he approached the Chainsword and grabbed the hilt with pleasure. That same weapon had been used to cut down so many before him, and so he hoped that he could use it in the God-Emperors name again. [/b][/i] "This place... What is it?" ((Open I guess, character introduction.))
