The waxing moon hung in the blue sky like a threat as Madragail Lois walked down the street, whispering a quiet prayer to Lunis.  "The goddess is hungry, soon she shall feed.  Prepare your sacrifices, and make your creations." he whispered, staring from under the hood of his white robe at the inhabitants of the town of Oldsted.  He had been conducting his prayer vigil for the past few hours, presumably to counteract the bad omen of the moon being visible during the day.  Carrying a censer of "holy water," he had walked continuously around his temple and home, flicking the waters about the perimeter, and around the homes of any who desired the protection of the sun god.<br/><br/>Madragail never felt much pity for the fools he deceived, but he never really liked those who saw through his charade either.  His home bore the name "Orphanage of Solon the Sun"  but carried the mark of a temple of Lunis.  A simple circle, carved into the center of the front door, with rays extending from it.  It was shockingly similar to the mark on the entrance to a temple of Solon; a circle with rays extending from it at the top of the entrance.  Yet, to leave no doubt, this particular symbol also had tiny images of animals and claws at the very edges of its rays.  The children and reach of the great goddess Lunis.<br/><br/>A particularly poorly groomed dog sat chained up in the yard of the Orphanage, as Madragail continued his work, spying on the community.  It was amazing how disturbing a man's wife found it when the poor bastard walked down the street in the arms of another.  Madragail's thoughts again turned to his plans for revenge, and the terrible state of his temple's finances.  He would need to hatch a plan, and for a plan, he would need muscle.  The hooded figure smiled, as he planned a night out at the tavern...