Sheets (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=90699.0)<br/>OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=90903.0)<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070419110361/forgottenrealms/images/thumb/1/12/Map_of_Eveningstar_DR1372.JPG/471px-Map_of_Eveningstar_DR1372.JPG)</div><br/>The duty of all good citizens is to watch those who govern them like hungry hawks, and to defend whomever needs defending.<br/><br/>-Purported words of Azoun IV, from his adventuring days<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Eveningstar</strong></div><br/>The temple architects had dared the more modern, mathematically informed style which afforded a minimalist use of stone in favor of great planes of stained glass to let in maximal light. The House of the Morning was dim in its main sanctuary a few minutes before dawn, and a riot of kaleidoscopic colors, albeit tending to rose, a few minutes after. The sunrays cast the divine images of the stained glass onto the opposing walls, portraying Lathander at many aspects and endeavors. The halls and offices flanking the sanctuary, and the arcades of cloisters ringing cultivated orchard courtyards behind it, teemed at this early hour with rose-robed clergy and other visitors seeking various services or bearing news. The sanctuary itself held worshippers in goodly number, dawn naturally being the favored time alike for individuals prayers or to the Morninglord or sermons and ceremonies, and several casual visitors in the stained-glass domed antechamber just within the front steps before the sanctuary.<br/><br/>Out those steps, the Eveningstar streets ran with carts, rider and pedestrians beginning yet another workdays. Two particular carts were<em>not</em>running, their drovers having somehow sideswiped one another and now stopped to haggle and argue over blame and, of course, coin for compensation. The sanctuary was acoustically spared from the noise outside, and quiet with individual prayers of townsfolk and acolytes, morning services typically delayed until a bit after dawn for the sake of those who could only spare briefer, private prayers before their own workdays began. In the anteroom, two priests argued good-naturedly over the philosophical question of whether, or when if ever, 'twas goodly to do untoward deeds for the greater good. Behind he sanctuary in a courtyard ringed by a many-columned arcade, two priestesses traded the sort of friendly words which marked them as obvious rivals for the eye of some currently-off-adventuring paladin of the faith.<br/><br/>Elsewhere along the halls and cloisters, and about the town of Eveningstar, the inevitable realm-gossip floated from tongue to ear and off tongue again. "Princess Alusair," one porch-dwelling old hand mocked it all to another, across the street from the temple, "They said was bedding yet another adventurer, but this one actively sought a kingship and was supported by some dark network -depending on whom you asked, anyone from the Zhentarim to the church of Shar to the Red Wizards and all the other inevitable foci of doom and gloom. Her infant nephew Azoun V was growing to be an idiot or a cripple. Next harvest would fall short for winter and leave all at the mercy of squeezing Sembian merchants. Dragons were going to rage in number and blast the countryside again like in '68 and 1019.  Sahuagin will run out of the waters of the Dragonmere and raid Suzail and Marsember like they did out of the western seas against Waterdeep a few years back. Royal wizard Vangerdahast is planning a coup and will claim the hand of Alusair or her queen mother while he's at it. And my personal favorite, old Azoun will rise again as a death knight and we'll all have civil war when have support an undead king and half of us don't!"<br/><br/>"Don't be daft," said his friend and rival of fifty winters, between acrid puffs of a pipe, "Everyone knows old Vangey prefers boys."