Lysan the Brash

Lysan could have been the greatest reformer of our day. However, his zealous belief pagan-influenced belief about the nature of Sol caused his excommunication and grinding halt of his ground breaking reforms. -Darius Tri-Preacher

I sat mere feet away from Lysan in the Solar Halls. The afternoon sun projected Sol's holy energy through intricate stained glass mirrors casting the room in a rutilant glow. The arch-bishop of Alledolum stood preaching the testaments of divine servetued, his arms raving in zealous appeal. The  message Arch-Bishop was considered trivial for the amount of anointed clergy in attendance. For those who do no now the testaments of divine servetued, they are the teaching Sol's angel Marrius left on the place of each species in Sol's divine order. They are the teaching that gave the centaurs and dwarves of old used to justify many of their conquests. They state that centaurs are the most holy of beings, as they were created in his image, and proceeds to denote each race and their societal role. If one does not know this teaching, then they probably don't know Lysan's opinion on the matter. I too thought the belief common place. Then I saw Lysan's reaction. The man's skill glowed so pink it was noticeable even in the red glow of the room. He looked as if he his anger was being stoked by each word the Arch-Bishop spoke. His blood boiled as if the centuar's presecense was a fire under the kettle of Lysan's emotions. I beckoned my friend to cool himself, such emotion in this setting was unbecoming of a priest of his rank. My words broke Lysan from his rage. He turned to me all traces of rage gone, an aura of celerity noting his demenour. Lysan calmed me, informing me he would not let his emotions gain the better of him. I should not have believed him so easy. The moment the Arch-Bishop finished his sermon, Lysan stood up with the force of armies. The silence that fell over the room stole each attendant's breath like a thief through a crowd. We were stunned, who would challenge such basic doctrine. Just as we began to find our words Lysan, called the Arch-Bishop a fraud, and the thief ran his rounds again.