The Great Temple of the Holy Lord of Light sat atop the highest hill in Lothian City like a crown of stone and gold set upon the brow of a king. Its five spires pierced the pale winter sky like spears raised to the heavens. The central spire rose highest of all while the four cardinal spires stood sentinel at the compass points, each one capped with gold that caught the weak morning sun and threw it back at the heavens in defiance of the overcast clouds that pressed low over the city.
Visitors to Lothian City could easily mistake it for the home of the Lothian Marquis, only to learn later that the Lothian fortress stood on a hillside overlooking the river and that even the home of a Marquis couldn't compare to the splendor of a fortress that was a living, breathing monument to the Holy Lord of Light.
