[b]The Prime Temple of Lezajskona[/b]

The domes, arch ways and engraved feathers of the temple dominate over the sprawl of urban towns and peasant houses where tool makers, bakers and artisans work in solitude from the public. Impressive in its size and stature, the temple is among the few structures that rise out from the sprawling fortress of a city that is Lezajskona; one could see the main castle from this temple, and see that the castle stands out like a mountain of stone and ramparts. Further out is the lake itself, sea-like in its vastness. Looking the other way is the great wall which surrounds it all, and the constant conflicting architecture built upon by thousands of years of consistent building by multiple dynasties dating back millennia of time.

The temple itself by comparison is quite new, being only six hundred years old. Yet it seems naturally part of this fortress city and its sprawl of roads, aqueducts and villas. The urban sprawl is to some level filthy, and densely populated; nearly a million people live in this fortress of a city, in completely stark contrast to the spread out countryside with its villages and occasional castle that marks the vast majority of Thernopolesian society. 

A tan skinned, well groomed but wrinkly middle aged man in rainbow robes runs into the ornate archways of the temple, speeding past the tiled floors echoing his foot steps throughout the spacious chambers. Four heavily armored knights take notice, and proceed to march in his way before turning to the man’s direction, stopping in their places in a monolithic wall of polished steel. 

“Halt. Who be you?” one of the knights, speaking from the thin horizontal slit in his helmet asks.

The man in the garish rainbow robes pushes off the hood with his hands, revealing a grey haired, stone face of a man with olive eyes and a rather thick nose. He stares at the knights for a second with some distress before stating “I be Arch Decider Baro Agy, you need move out of the way. Fates of your children depend on it.”

Three of the knights, wise in their ways step out of the way of Baro, but one of the knights stays in his place, and asks Baro “Why is it, that a honored man such as you wears the robe of a plain Decider?”

All Baro tells the knight, is “Business. Knights such as yourself need not know more.”

The last of the four knights, not wanting to waste the Arch Decider’s time further lumbers in his heavy, plated armor out of the way joining to the left side of chamber with his fellow left side assigned knight.

The big door is opened by a knight on the right side of the chamber, and as the door slowly cranked open Agy walked quietly through. Behind Agy, the large doors quickly closed shut, the slamming of the door echoing through the entry chamber.

The hallway leading to the main chamber slowly curves in on itself, leading to a small door that is locked. Baro gets out his social key, unlocks the much smaller door and enters the core of the temple; a surprisingly humble, candle lit wooden box of a room with a few holes leading up to the top of the temple for air. It is almost dungeon-like, despite the refined wood used and the quality of the table's craft. On top of the table is a hide, stained in wine juice due to not being washed recently.

Sitting on two of the stools are a short man, and a tall man. They, like Baro are of the Great Decider caste. Baro proceeds to take a seat at one of the stools around the circular table, and begins to converse.

"No one else here, correct?" Baro asks the other two Great Deciders, who look at Baro funny due to the peculiar robes he is wearing. Ignoring the oddity, the shorter of the two others simply states "Only us."

Seeing the obvious, Baro tells the other two "Good. I want to discuss something."

"Is it your fetish of wearing lesser robes?" the taller of two wryly asks Baro.

"It is not of fetishes, it is of the problem." Baro reiterates.

"Which problem?" the taller one asks.

"The king one."

The king one, the taller one thinks to himself for a bit. The taller one, like Baro has his suspicions of the king. Yet, he simply asks Baro "The king will pass, why worry?"

"He will run this city into the lake before he leaves the throne."

"Are you suggesting somehow removing king who was legitimately picked by the other twelve Great Deciders? Even with the wealth gotten from the Ezons?"

The question Baro received did not do much to deter Baro from his beliefs, if anything they affirmed them. In his self-righteous thought Baro tells the taller of the two other Great Deciers, "There is no legitimacy in bribery."

A awkward silence filled the room, but the taller of the two other Arch Deciders starts to tacitly see what Baro is going on about. The shorter one gets out a bottle of wine and simply states "Let us talk of less political things instead."