[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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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim: 6/24/2016 8:25:31 PM[b][i]The Darkest Shadow The slums, General Quarters[/i][/b] [i] An orphan feels an itch within his mind as he walks the dimly lit streets of the slums, deep within the general quarters. His parents were murdered two nights ago, right before his eyes. The little boy remembers the wet, resounding impacts of the blade being forced into his fathers eye socket over and over and over, and the gurgling noise escaping his mothers mouth as her throat was slit. He couldn't stop thinking about it, and he hadn't slept for a single moment since then. His body was on the brink of collapse. The orphan passes an alley way, when he notices something in the shadows. A man wearing his father's clothes stands in the darkness, back turned to the child. The child's heart skips a beat at the recognition of his presumably dead father standing a few meters before him. "Papa??" The child calls out to his father. No reaction. [b]The child slowly moves closer, pulse racing. [/b] "Papa??" [b]The child is a single step away.[/b] "....papa?" The child whispers. [b]The thing before the orphan slowly turns around, revealing gaping, bloody holes where the eyes used to be.[/b] The child screams and tries to escape. He makes it out of the alley and into a crowded area, but thing wearing his fathers skin follows, feeding on the orphan's fear. [b]Suddenly, the boy's body is no longer his to control. Helpless, the boy watches his own hands as they snatch a side arm from the man next to him, take aim, and blow the head off 4 innocent bystanders before turning the gun on himself. The boy shoots himself in the knees over and over until the ammunition in his weapon is depleted. The child screams as the blood squirts out like a fountain. The beast wearing his fathers skin approaches, smiling with a mouth full of too many teeth. The child screams as the beast's mouth clamps down on his face, violently tearing the flesh off in strips of bloody meat and skin. A gang of bystanders lay into the thing wearing his fathers skin, beating it's head and back with improvised Melee weapons, trying anything so save the child from this monster. With a violent roar, the beast tears the men limb from limb right before the child, ending them quickly and without mercy. The child tries to crawl away, hands slipping in his own blood before the beast tears into his face once more. The orphan is tossed about like a rag doll as his tormentor continues to feast on the pain and the fear, keeping its victim alive and conscious. A bolt round strikes the man thing, barely impacting it as if it weighed several tons and was immovable. The space marines that fired the shot begin sawing each other limbs off, one by one, with chain swords. They take turns until nothing is left but one arm and one head on each of the bodies. The remnants of the space marines decapitate each other simultaneously, spraying the scene with arterial blood. Finally the beast reveals its true self, 17ft tall and made of pure hard shadow. The child screams as Armageddon unhinges his jaws like a massive snake, and eats the boy alive - screams echoing within it's mouth as the boy's body is torn and crushed to bits. Armageddon turns his attention to the crowd, killing everything it sees and feeding on the fear.[/b][/i] [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/149357992/0/0[/spoiler] [spoiler]Open. Keep in mind, Armageddon is the master of shadows. Keep him in the light and remember he can control minds... The strongest champions resist his touch, but your allies could turn against you.[/spoiler]