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But there was much to be done before that could happen.
An army had yet to be raised, equipped, and trained. Plans
would be drawn, powers marshaled. All of this would take
time. But he knew how to put that time to good use.
The general had begun to organize his forces. Already,
thousands of mercenaries had gathered in the scarred city
below him, replacing the huge numbers of refugees who had
fled to safer lands when the volcanoes first rumbled to life.
The general had agents crossing the wildest lands of Ansa-
lon, gathering tribes of hobgoblins and ogres, bribing them
with promises of plunder and war. And across the valley, in
the temple taking shape over the hiding places of the good
dragons' eggs, the spearhead of his army was even now be-
ing created. Draconians.
It was the equipping of his massive army that brought the
general to this meeting today.
A great, crackling rumble suddenly reverberated through
the valley, like an impossibly loud peal of thunder. The peak
of Duerghast, south of the general's temple, pitched mon-
strous boulders from its cauldera
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