The cruel and manipulative priest of the god of light.

You're walking through the massive capitol city, Hellioras one afternoon, the streets are busy with activity, people selling wares, families attending the market stalls, criers calling out for customers to see their goods.

The crowds are filled with all kinds of people going about their days. The Hellioras is in a central part of the continent and is the center of economy. Most of the people you see are humans. But there are several stands of other people selling their wares in the city. As you walk along you see groups of elves selling their grown wooden statues, lizardfolk fishmongers that bring their catches up the coast and to the port. A group of dwarves pedleing precious stones catch your eye and even some beast folk, telling fortunes on a elaborate rug.

As you continue to browse and make your way through the street your eyes catch a towering and opulent building who's steeples caress the clouds themselves. It's large beautiful windows are made of stained glass, all sparkling with the most elegant and reverent designs whos prisims catch the light and amplify it's glory. The cathedral of the god of light, Zaroth.