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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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47 RepliesEdited by Anonymous: 6/26/2016 8:16:55 PM[b]What the hell am I doing?[/b] Ling was sitting down on a line of chairs in the warehouse Hangar thingy the Imperium has, they acted like some crude bed a pillow propped up behind his head. Chloanne was sitting on a chair, legs crossed. They stared at each other, looking at their differences. Ling having more muscle mass upon him and a well trimmed goatee. Chloanne with her red streak in her hair, slightly curvy. Ling sighed and spoke, breaking the calm silence. "Have I told you about Farion, Chloanne? "No you haven't Ling, is something wrong?" He averted his eyes to the ceiling, trying to recall something...Chloanne stared at Ling, with slight worry in her face. What was her brother going to tell her? "You see Chloanne, when we parted ways Farion took me in as an Acolyte after I demonstrated an act of bravery, though I do not recall what it was. It was rather brutal for me, he constantly broke my bones if I slipped up...I think it was meant as a tool. His favorite bone to break was my ring finger, possibly as a sign." He said, lifting up his left hand staring at the ring finger. "I did not know this Ling..why are you telling me?" Chloanne responded, pity in her eyes. "Perhaps I could die very soon..perhaps I can live a full life. I think Farion was warning me indirectly, possibly marriage. Possibly I will die, never bonded in matrimony. This has persisted in my mind for a long while." "Why not tell Macha?" She said, confused. "Because I do not want to worry her anymore than now. She already has to deal with the fact I can die any second or that something worse will happen." Ling lowered his hand and sighed, closing his eyes. "I don't think we're getting off this ship." "Why is that? I'm sure there's some way, we just have to find it!" She said, trying to brighten the mood. "It's a hunch, I mean like we have intelligent species all around the ship and yet nothing found a way to exit." "Don't say that Ling, we'll get off eventually." "Eventually. The question is, how long is eventually?" [spoiler]Closed, I don't feel like replying to alot of people...[/spoiler]
