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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim:
9/11/2016 4:14:04 AM
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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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61 RepliesEdited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 6/17/2016 11:22:31 PM[b]Unity.[/b] Ling was thinking about too many things. He was in bed alone of course. He just recently woke up, a certain event transpired from the day before. The battle of Slaanesh's Demise. The night of that battle was merely indescribable, celebration happened all around the Quarters. But of course the Inquisitor was missing from those, perhaps he just wanted peace. At least that would be what any person would think. Ling got out of bed, changing into his clothes. Not his normal Inquisitorial Coat strangely but instead a simple black shirt with a Inquisitors Brooch pinned to his left shoulder. His pants were not remarkable as well, just mere pants of Onyx color. "Today's going to be different. Hopefully." He said to himself and he exited his Quarters. He looked to his left, where his Power Armor stood. He decided to not get in it, no point anyways. He walked around the Quarters, looking at the rather small Ferrocrete buildings besides the Vehicles Garage. He sighed, it was boring around here until one of his Grey Knights approached. "Inquisitor you will want to see this, I was doing my daily Daemon Wards and then I found..it." "What is it?" "Turns out the Imperial Guardsmen had a shitload of liquor." "What..? But How?" "I don't know. But I'm sure we will get rid of it." They conversed while walking to the barracks. They entered and the Guardsmen were all lined up, wall to wall. In the middle of the room was Liquor of various kinds, Whiskey, Scotch, Tequila you name it. The Inquisitor went over to one side of the room. "Who the hell had Alcohol!?" He yelled, and the Guardsmen pointed to five people. "You five will be re trained! But first you will sober up!" He said once more and they nodded. The Inquisitor grabbed as many bottles he could and left the building, the Grey Knight also carrying the rest with Him. [b]Meanwhile.[/b] Ciarn, the Eldar Warlock was drunk out of his mind with Arknin. "[b][u]You-You're technology is bullshit.[/u][/b]" The Tech Priest said. "Says the person with exploding bullets, I mean like what the hell. it's so messy." [spoiler]Open to all! I'll actually reply this time I promise.[/spoiler]
