[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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[i][b]Bracheous hadn't been the happiest man since arriving. The white/red armoured figure was still on a damn patrol around the Imperium camp's perimeter, which he hadn't rightly disliked in all actuality: I gave him a moment away from all the shit of the base, all the noise. The engine to his assault bike roared proudly as the vehicle moved through the halls. He knew the base was in an open stretch, but damn near anything could be in the halls. And for that reason, the Crimson Scar had his Bolter Pistol in his right hand as he steered the vehicle with his left. He drove aimlessly around the ship's inner workings for what seemed like hours, but hell, that couldn't even deter him. So after some point he got... Bored you could say, and he started slowly moving farther beyond the halls he was already in. With each hall he expanded, there was always something: A Heretic, a stray Tyranid, whatever. And so he fought and he fought well, slaying many a enemy. And eventually, he made way back to the regular halls he roamed, back on the perimeters edge. [/b][/i] ((Open, short post))