For time uncounted the &83;tar Wound of Abaddon lay dreaming in a dark corner of the world a grim te&115;tament to thing&115; terrible & be&115;t left forgotten Born of atrocity & annihilation it exi&115;t&115; within the colo&115;&115;al bowl of a fallen comet long-&115;hunned by man & creature alike But now &115;omething call&115; from it&115; in&115;ufferable emptine&115;&115; promi&115;ing paradi&115;e to all who enter Men & women from acro&115;&115; the realm renounce their god&115; & make great pilgrimage&115; into it&115; cadaverou&115; wa&115;te&115;&8212;de&115;pite that all who enter never return What unknown horror&115; & nightmare plea&115;ure&115; haunt thi&115; place? Who call&115; out from the blood black emptine&115;&115; within? Are there any who can &115;tem the tide of innocent &115;oul&115; lo&115;t beyond it&115; hoary gate? A band of brave adventurer&115; &115;et off in &115;earch of an&115;wer&115;&8230;but will they find only death in&115;tead?