As it is told in the ancient lore, Radagast, a wizard of curious and rustic disposition, dwelt in a house most befitting his nature. In a secluded glen in the southern reaches of Mirkwood™, where the shadows of the great trees grew long, there lay Rhosgobel, the "brown dwelling." This abode was no ordinary cottage but rather a reflection of its master: untamed, overgrown, and imbued with a strange and whimsical charm.
In the vast, roiling turmoil of the 41st Millennium, one name strikes terror into the hearts of all who hear it: Abaddon the Despoiler. A cruel visage and unyielding resolve that has shattered countless worlds, he leaves nothing but ruin in his wake. Every scar on his armour, every mark of corruption, tells a tale of countless battles and the souls he has claimed in his crusade to topple the Imperium of Man. Not merely a warrior; he is a force of nature, a harbinger of destruction, and a living symbol of the relentless chaos that seeks to consume all.
In the depths of the pitch-black night, veiled by darkness, only the sporadic glimmers of moonlight upon grim blades betrayed their lurking presence. In dire need of refuge, Frodo, with haste, surrendered his destiny to the One Ring. But solace did not greet him. Rather, he beheld a pale and spectral sight: echoes of ages past, haunting and ethereal. Amidst the Unseen Lands, only the sickening radiance of the wraiths endured.
