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He saw the seaport of Sanction, wracked by forces both ge-
ological and mystical. Its people were being driven away,
the very earth beneath it changed by volcanic eruptions and
the rivers of lava flowing down to the Newsea.
He also saw what the tortured city would become: the
heart of an evil empire embracing all of Krynn. Sanction
would protect the nerve center of that empire with a barrier
of arms and with the awesome barrier formed by the Lords
of Doom. These three towering volcanoes stood at three
points of the general's view, spewing ash and lava, gradu-
ally changing the shape of the city and the valley. Active for
the past few years, the smoking peaks dominated Sanction
and the surrounding chaos of steep mountains.
The brown waters of the port, and the Newsea beyond,
marked the fourth direction, to the west. The Lords smol-
dered, oozing rockfire and slowly wracking the city below.
The Newsea beckoned placidly, a route that one day the
general's armies would follow on their path to conquering
the west. Clasping his heavy gauntlets to his hips, the gen-
eral peered through the narrow eyeholes in his mask,
pleased by the destruction below
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