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The general wore ceremonial armor of black, etched in
red. Tall boots of polished leather protected his feet and
muscular legs. A breastplate of deepest blue-black reflected
darkly across his torso, while several large rubies winked
crimson around the edges of the plate.
His face lay entirely concealed behind the grotesque dark
helm. A scarlet plume, rising from the crest of the helmet
and then trailing below and behind him, enhanced his
height even more than his already impressive natural size.
Heavy, curved plates of the same black steel as his breast-
plate covered his shoulders and accentuated his imposing
physique.
Now he paced alone, atop a blocky, black-walled tower
just south of the city - one of two such prominences on the
black fortress known as the Temple of Duerghast. This
huge, walled structure squatted low on the slopes of the
smallest of the Lords of Doom, Duerghast Mountain. The
towers of the temple provided a splendid view of Sanction,
and the mountains and sea beyond.
The Temple of Duerghast was, in fact, more of a fortress
than a place of worship
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