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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim:
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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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19 RepliesBlackburn rolled up his sleeves and ran his fingers through his hair. Sleep was a far off thing, for one he was hungry, for another something was preventing him from getting much of it. Like a bad dream he couldn't remember, it was weird, he'd once been able to sleep anywhere, Slab of concrete, no problem, in the grass with a bottle for a pillow, Childs play. He knew he wouldn't sleep well now, so he exited his billet. He strolled along the pathways of general quarters and towards the local bar. He saw a few of the people he'd led to general quarters, a few of the pretty ones held his attention for more than a brief moment. But he didn't make any serious moves. Not tonight, that is what he told himself, almost every night for that matter, it wasn't a problem of scarcity, he was a good looking SOB, wasn't interest, he heard that eldar could be wild in bed, he shook his head, he guessed it was just the environment. Active warzones changed him. He sat down in his booth with a bottle of stout, he tried to remember his home. It had been three years, nine months, and twenty one days since he'd last seen it. He pictured the gradual green slopes, the old roads that few used, the quaint towns and villages. It was peaceful, but he'd missed this life, war. It was all he knew, and he knew he'd missed it. So when the IAMC needed marines he volunteered, and that was that. To everyone else, he was just a marine, in a bar, sipping beer, staring off into space and scanning his environment every so often. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
