[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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Karnis stood in the center of a large chamber. Presumably this one of the ships many hangers. But now it was something far more sinister. It was a ritual chamber. Hordes of cultists lined the building. Nurglets, Khornites, Slaaneshies, and Tzneetchians; all were present. The drums picked up a steadily increasing tempo that the crowds echoed throughout the bay. Karnis reaches out and slams his axe into the ground as a warp rift tears open the size of the hangerbays launch doors. Madness beyond shines through, emotion and thought made manifest in the tumor of despairity. [b][i]"Why have you called upon us?" Echo 4 voices from the warp.[/i][/b] [b]"The deny me the right of power! These mortals deny the right rule of Chaos and those of Chaos make allience with those of the corpse emperor!"[/b] [b][i]"Such concerns are trivial. Why should we care about the lives of a few."[/i][/b] [b]"I don't want a few! I want them all! I will not rest until ever being on this ship bows to true power or lies dead with their skulls in my throne! I don't seek vengengce. I seek EXTERMINATION."[/b] Karnis retorts in anger to the powers of the warp. The entire crowd goes silent in terror of the Daemon princes rage. To kill another being was one thing but to ask, no demand, retribution for the powers of the warp was a thing of arrogance and idiocracy unheard of. [b][i]"your wish shall be granted."[/i][/b] With that the gate sealed in a cataclysmic implosion [spoiler]bring the heat Ful.[/spoiler]