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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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182 Replies[b]Insert Edgy Grimjob Word Here.[/b] Ling, as always was in bed. His eye was currently being poked by Machas ear, but he didn't complain nor did he want to move. He thought about earlier, about what they talked about. Perhaps there will be a future. Then Ling thought about that idiot who chased him over alcohol. Certainly something to report. He was a dumbass. He turned his head, looking at the bottle of Wine he placed on his nightstand. Aged but still good. The Inquisitor spoke to Macha. "I'm going to go outside, I'll be back." Ling got up and put on his shirt and Inquisitor Coat, the Brooch pinned on it. He walked out, not bothering to put his hair in a Ponytail. and then he saw a familiar face. It was someone only he knew, His Sister. Though a bit short, she was dressed in the most extravagant clothing. A red commisarat coat, decorated with golden shouldpads. No one but her knew how she even obtained the coat. It was bright red. She wore a skin tight red jumpsuit underneath though she wasn't of the curvy type, certainly HERETICAL. Lings Sister was in boots, rather odd. Even for her. She was nearly a exact twin of Ling, save for the feminine features and the red streak within her hair. She had a worried look upon her face, until she saw Ling. It turned into joy upon seeing her brother. "Ling..?" She said, wanting to make sure it was him. But the Inquisitor knew who it was, and replied. "It's been so long, Chloanne!" He said as he ran up to hug her. "You still haven't changed.." She said, laughing and hugging back. [spoiler]Surprise surprise. Open ya Shitlords.[/spoiler]
