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. Idly, the masked figure
watched the house-sized pieces of rock crash to earth, tum-
bling down the mountainsides and adding to the destruction
as they fell. The helmet blocked the general's peripheral vi-
sion, but all of a sudden he detected a presence off to his left.
He whirled around and saw the new arrival unconsciously
finger the steel ring that had allowed him to be teleported
here.
"You are late," said the general, his voice a deep, rasping
complaint.
The newcomer, a dwarf, ignored the rebuke and shuffled
toward the figure towering before him. The general's height
accented the small stature of this one. When the dwarf
threw back his hood, his grotesque face suddenly came into
view, a fitting image to counter the general's mask, though
the dwarf's features were his own.
Milky, pale skin covered the dwarf's body, with a bluish
cast vaguely reminiscent of a corpse. His eyes were pale,
and very, very wide. Now, even under the deep overcast, he
squinted against the daylight. A shock of yellow hair on the
dwarf's head shot in all directions, bristly and uncontrolled.
His mouth was concealed by a tangled beard that, despite its
length, grew only in sparse, ugly patches from his cheeks,
chin, and neck
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