Abaddon and The Gates of The Abyss

The statuesque paladin stands in the dark cave, larger than life. Maybe this actually is a statue of him? There is no definitive clue either way, but this is where he was left, so it feels unlikely. The only out of place features are his size, petrified state, and the long coiled tail with a stinger at the end of it. With the keys to The Abyss already in play, it seems as though Abaddon may have taken to guarding the gates himself, and you've heard tale of that tail not only suddenly flashing to life, but forking as many times as necessary in one fundamental moment, piercing a legion of would be intruders and driving them to Insanity, a split second before they can cross the threshold or pull a trigger. There is nothing about this scenario that suggests you should proceed, including the single etched option available to you.

1. Leave

It seems others may have tried inventing their own options, and outlines of their corpses dust the floor around you, this scene illuminating now as well the scratch marks defacing stone along the corridor which you entered through. Whatever it is that remains in The Abyss is well protected, and it seems as though it/they will be exiting at some point, rather than anything or anyone getting in. You leave.

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