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. The Dark Queen was occupied with other
thoughts.
On the world known as Krynn, on the continent of
Ansalon, just south of the Blood Sea, near the once-
powerful city of Istar, a magical gate was opening.
An intrigued rumbling escaped the Dark Queen's five
reptilian throats as she relished the awareness of the gate.
Writhing, two of her heads spit fire in delicious anticipa-
tion, scorching the tail of the rodent. This gate was very
special, very powerful. It resided in a Tower of High Sor-
cery, and joined that tower to a pocket dimension of ines-
timable age. The Dark Queen craved the power of that
gate. She wanted to slip through it and reenter the Prime
Material Plane, which she had been driven and forbid-
den from entering these many human centuries past. But
Takhisis had no notion or need for time; hours to her
were as centuries to the inhabitants of Krynn. Thus,
though Huma, that detestable Knight of Solamnia who
had led the fight to banish her, had been dead in the
grave for centuries, the wound of her embarrassing de-
feat was still as fresh in her mind as if it had occurred just
yesterday.
Takhisis's many tongues lashed out between her razor-
sharp teeth as she tasted the thought of final victory. She
decided its flavor was even better than the flesh of her en-
emies.
It was an added bonus, of course, that this Tower of
High Sorcery had libraries and laboratories filled with
secrets that might be useful to her in the war she intended
to wage once she secured her return to the Prime Mate-
rial
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