POOHEAD189

The Sinful Stars

An acolyte's grim laughter resounded from some distant hall beyond their vision in the darkness. It was an odd correspondence to the liturgies being prayed closer by, and by his reckoning the hall of worship seemed nearly as damned as the void of space. And yet it wasn't, Orion remembered. Perhaps the sister was correct, that he should confess in the face of God. He had done so before once or twice since some of his "worse" actions, but it would do to speak plainly to his confessor.

"I agree," He told her, rising to his full height and following her into the gloom toward a corner of the chamber. He felt eyes on his back but kept his reserve and pace, and as if a veil had been cast over them, he and the Sister were suddenly alone beside a dias with the symbols of both the Pancreator and the House of Hawkwood adorned upon it.

For a moment, he hesitated and stood still. He realized he briefly worried about being embarrassed, and when that dawned on him he kicked the thought away. She was his Confessor, and he needed to keep that in mind. He knelt before the dias and the Priestess whom had sat upon the step, the Knight guarded with his head bowed.

"Your sins cannot harm the Pancreator nor me. Express and all may be well, sir Knight." She said, almost playfully.

He didn't know how to begin, which was likely not a good sign. "I have...sinned against my liege. I killed his vassal in a duel, over the insult of the promiscuity of my dead aunt, who was the Baron's estranged sister." He wanted to specify, so there would be as little questions as possible.

"I have also served him poorly, from his assertion. Most recent and perhaps most heinous is my willingness to ally with pagans in the defense of a fortified city outside of the Clement Barony to stave off an invasion of Aliens. My oath to slay them once the conflict was done was also unfulfilled, as I was recalled by my Baron and I still have dishonor for such an action." He swallowed, wondering how far he should go. "I have the sin of ambition. I strive to become apart of the Company of the Pheonix, and as my past failures have led to disfavor, I'll add bullheadedness to my sins as well. I also am slow to learn. Just the other day, I allied myself with a Pagan again. One named Ragnar whom has yet to prove his worth. I ask forgiveness from the Pancreator, and wisdom to know what to do with my sword and my will to better serve him and the Empire."
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Suddenly, a strange gust of wind floated in across the city. Harun's thick head of hair whipped as he looked around in confusion, bewildered. It was as if the spirit of the dunes descended on them, and he had to back away before the Elephant stomped on him. As he did so, he nearly bumped into the last person he expected. It was the woman across the marketplace, appearing as if by magic. When she brushed him with her fingers, he felt tingles along his skin.

Normally he wouldn't be so susceptible to follow a stranger, even a beautiful one. But there was something in the way she moved that caught his attention, and he couldn't fathom why she'd want to speak to him. In an alleyway, no less. As the guard calmed the elephant down, he and the Prince turned to see where the ruffian had gone, only to find no one there any longer. The Streetrat had followed her into the alleyway, glancing around warily as he did so. Usually when a beautiful woman wanted something from him, it was to take advantage of him.

Judging by this woman's ass, she wanted him to for something big.

"Who are you?" He had to ask.

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The Sinful Stars

The clamor of the peasantry quieted down to a low murmur as their lord made his appearance. The man was clearly not the Duke, but Orion knew there were various smaller counts, barons, and baronets under his dominion. What matter was that he was obviously of a more noble standing than Orion, and so the Knight knelt before the aristocrat. "My lord, forgive the uproar." He said, head bowed. He indicated the others should do as well.

"I am Orion Pentecost, a vassal of Baron Clement Hawkwood. I've been sent here to quell the rebellion on your eastern woodlands. My Confessor and I had our transport destroyed enroute and we landed on your western border in the pines. There are a great many Vuldrok's there and they will attack at dawn, if they are not already ransacking these weary peasant's homes."

"How do you know of this?" The noble barked, trying to keep a semblance of authority even in his nightshirt and robe. His guards did well to keep that air of power with their automatic weapons trained on the crowd.

"I have... captured a Vuldrok." He said, and indicated to Ragnar, who looked up curiously before Annika pushed his head down again. "He owes his life to me for sparing him, and my Confessor has searched his mind and deemed the attack plans of the enemy."

"Well this is all well and good, Sir Pentecost, if this truly be who you are. But why have you uprooted my serfs from their homes?" He asked, bewildered. The torches of the peasants illuminated every frightened and angered face among them. A silence followed as Orion searched for what to respond with.

"My lord...these people were to be killed by the foul pagans. I wished to bring them to safety..."

"I am Baron Frederick Hawkwood, and my serfs are to be uprooted from their lands only by me. We protect our own and keep them protected."

"Your stand in your nightshirt, Baron, as they were about to be slaughtered. Was there a convoy of soldiers on the way we did not see?"

The silence was deafening, and Orion cursed himself and his stupid tongue. He could feel the eyes of the Baron boring down upon him, and after a moment he responded. But he did not respond to Orion. "Captain! Take these three...The Knight and his retainers and bring them to the Holy Bethel. Keep them under guard until the Duke sees fit to release them."

"And you!" He called to the serfs. "You are under no penalty, as you have followed this one's call. You may stay as well within the Chapel, but you will buy your own food and find your own water until this threat is quelled. Now move or be thrown to the wolves!"

Orion and Annika found themselves entering the inner walls among six guards, with Ragnar now bound within force-clasps behind his back. A shout erupted from behind them, ordering the serfs in line. That was the last Orion heard from them once he entered the Chapel. The guards shoved Ragnar unceremonious, and were scant more gentle with Orion and Sister Annika. He had to keep his anger in check seeing his companion mistreated, but even the Sister was not above noble authority, at least for the moment.

The chapel was a solemn place of purple gloom among firelight. Rows upon rows of pews covered a vast distance and chalices hung from the shadow of the ceiling, sparkling as small starlight pinpoints in the dark. Hooded figures sang dirges of the lost and hymns of the Pancreator as they walked the rows.
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