[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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Lucas, after an evening of... stuff, and a long rest, wakes up groggily, and, of course, in a bed. He slowly blinks a couple times before rubbing his eyes, and slipping out of the bed. Then, he collected his clothes, and put them on with a couple of yawns. He stretches, the bones in his back popping and cracking, making a smile spread across Lucas's face. He silently leaves the bedroom after softly kissing the room's other occupant. Then he goes downstairs, still half asleep, and into the kitchen, sleepily making himself a coffee - with lots and lots of sugar. Once it was done, he paid the heat no mind, and chugged the entire cup, the hot liquid burning his throat and tongue, but it only woke him up more. "Phewie! That wakes one up real damn good.. Now, another day without much to do? Maybe, maybe.. Could try cooking again, I guess.. No waffles though, maybe.. some steak or something?" He silently said to himself as he walked you the big ass doors of the warehouse hangar thing, and with some effort, opened the door enough for him to slip through. Once outside, he closed the doors again, and sat down on the floor, leaning back against one of the doors. [spoiler]Open to any and all. Kinda lazy post; I'm tired. [/spoiler]