Part 15
Sir Cedric walked down the cobbled streets by himself, but if he wanted to go unnoticed that was not possible, everyone he walked passed smiled and waves whispering between one another, even many women who worked the streets tried their luck with him, he was very flattered by the advancements, he was always a gentleman to them, letting them down gently, but they never had any ill will towards him they always left smiling after there very brief conversation.
After a brief moment enjoying himself, he walked towards the location of the Church, modest yet enchanting Sanctuary of the Eternal Flame. Although the faith in the Eternal Flame is a newcomer to the town, the locals have embraced the construction of their first church with both curiosity and awe.
The exterior design of the Sanctuary is characterised by a harmonious blend of simplicity and elegance. Built from locally sourced stones, the walls have a warm, earthy tone that seems to absorb the sunlight. The structure is relatively compact, with a single spire reaching towards the heavens, a stark contrast to the grand cathedrals found in more established cities.
As the focal point of the building, the entrance is marked by a wooden door adorned with a subtle carving of the Eternal Flame. The door, while not as intricate as those in older churches, tells the tale of the town's newfound faith and the hope it brings to the community. The windows, though smaller in scale, are crafted with stained glass that casts gentle hues into the interior during daylight.
Surrounding the Sanctuary is a small garden where wildflowers bloom, offering a peaceful retreat for reflection. A humble courtyard with a stone fountain serves as a gathering place for the townsfolk who come to explore this new spiritual haven.
Despite its recent establishment, the Sanctuary of the Eternal Flame has a certain charm that captivates onlookers. Its beauty lies not only in the architectural details but also in the promise of a burgeoning faith that seeks to illuminate the lives of the townspeople.
This place was a far cry from what many within the town believed it to be, the home of a man who seeks death and destruction in order to rebuild in his own image. Sir Cedric looked at it with asteroid eyes.
“Beautiful” he muttered.
Sir Cedric, could hear music coming from within the church, the closer he got the more he could hear, he listened intently, it sounded like a song of prayer, it was beautiful he thought. He walked up the steps to the front door and opened the door slightly, and looked, he could see a group of people, some townspeople and a few priests, all sitting and singing, the people looked up at the altar, and there were 3 younger priests standing there singing with their hands raised.
Sir Cedric, though a man of duty, couldn't help but appreciate the serene beauty of the scene before him. The harmony of the hymn and the devotion on the faces of the worshippers painted a picture of faith and community. As the hymn reached a crescendo, he quietly closed the door, not wishing to disturb the sanctity of the moment.
As he turned away from the church, he noticed Father Maxwell approaching with measured steps. The head priest wore an amiable smile, though Sir Cedric could sense a subtle tension beneath the facade. He stood tall, holding himself up as a proud man, holding a black leath book within his hands, the sides covered in a golden rim, it courted Sir Cedric's attention, but he made sure not to leave it on his face.
"Sir Cedric, I hope you found our sanctuary to your liking," Father Maxwell greeted, his voice carrying a melodic quality that matched the hymn inside.
"It's indeed a place of tranquillity," Sir Cedric replied, his gaze shifting between the church and the approaching priest. “You are the man I was just looking for.”
“Why were you looking for me? I am just a humble priest.”
“Oh, don't be so modest, you are the head priest of this flock are you not? Surely you should not shy away from that.”
Maxwell smited at the complement. “Well here I am, what is it you wanted to talk about?”
“Would you not like to go somewhere more comfortable? Why not one of the local ravens where we can have a sit and drink, ail or Wine perhaps? I must confess I am unsure, are you allowed to drink?”
“Yes we are, but it is a bit too early in the evening for me to indulge in such manners, perhaps later.”
“Come now, you don’t want to turn away a good offer like mine, No? But if you can not come and drink with me, that is also fine.”
“I am more than happy to have that talk you wanted to have if you so desire.”
“Splendid, where would you like to go?” “We can speak freely in the church.”
“Oh but is there not a mass at the moment?”
“Don’t worry, we can speak in my chambers.”
“Splendid Idea, you we talk about many things, you may not know this about me but I am a great listener and I love to learn, you can teach me.” Maxwell nodded in agreement and led Sir Cedric into the church.
As they entered the church, the air inside was thick with the lingering echoes of the hymn that had just concluded. The candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls as Father Maxwell led Sir Cedric to his private chambers.
The room was modest, adorned with symbols of the Eternal Flame and a small altar. Father Maxwell gestured towards a pair of wooden chairs, inviting Sir Cedric to take a seat. The head priest himself settled into a chair opposite his guest.
"Now, Sir Cedric, what brings you and Prince Harlan's concern to Iron Harbour? I must admit, your unexpected visit has stirred quite the curiosity among our townspeople."
Sir Cedric leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "How did you know it was Prince Harlan who had sent me here? If you don't mind me asking?
“My reach extenders further than most believe it does.”
“Indeed it does, he has heard of the challenges your town faces, the darkness that has plagued Iron Harbour. He wishes to offer assistance in restoring peace and prosperity."
Father Maxwell's eyes gleamed with a mixture of gratitude and suspicion. "We appreciate the prince's concern, but we have been steadfast in our efforts to confront the darkness. The Eternal Flame has brought hope to many, and we believe that with faith and determination, we can overcome any adversity."
"Of course, Father, we respect your dedication. Yet, Prince Harlan believes that a united effort, combining the strength of Iron Harbour and the resources we can offer, can bring about a swiffer resolution. From my understanding, not too long ago, another attack happened? The creature attacked a group of soldiers, killing 2 of them and leaving the other in very bad shape.”
Father Maxwell's composure remained intact, but Sir Cedric, being from the capital, was attuned to the subtleties of human expression owing to the time he spent with people of power who possess many hidden agendas. Thanks to this he detected the flicker of unease that crossed the head priest's face. It was a small crack in the facade, a hint that the recent attack had indeed left an impact.
"Yes, there was an unfortunate incident," Father Maxwell admitted, choosing his words carefully. "The darkness that looms over our town is persistent. However, we remain resolute in our faith and our efforts to combat it. These are trying times, and sacrifices are inevitable in our quest for purity and light."
Sir Cedric leaned back, observing the play of words. "I only wish to offer support, be it in reinforcing your defences or aiding in other ways.
"We appreciate any genuine assistance. However, it is crucial that the intentions behind such aid align with the principles of the Eternal Flame. We cannot compromise our faith and the sanctity of our mission."
"Rest assured, Father, the intentions are noble. We believe that together, Iron Harbour can become the town it once was, that serves the best interests of both parties."
Father Maxwell's eyes bore into Sir Cedric's, searching for the truth behind the diplomat's words. The negotiations between faith, politics, and power unfolded in the quiet chambers, each party measuring the other's resolve and commitment.
“May I ask, if you don't mind Sir Cedric, why have you come to speak to me about all of this? Shouldn't you... be speaking with the Lord of Iron Harbour about these matters? Why come to a humble man like me? I have no true power.”
Sir Cedric shifted the conversation seamlessly, turning his attention to Lord Davos. "Lord Davos is a man of remarkable character, is he not? His commitment to Iron Harbour is evident in every corner of the town. The people respect and admire him for the leadership he has displayed, particularly during these challenging times."
Father Maxwell nodded, a subtle pride in his eyes. "Lord Davos has been a steady hand in guiding our community. His efforts to rebuild and protect Iron Harbour have not gone unnoticed."
"Indeed, the prince is impressed by the resilience of Iron Harbour under Lord Davos's rule. His dedication to the town and its people is commendable. It's clear that Iron Harbour couldn't have asked for a better leader in these tumultuous times."
Sir Cedric paused, as if carefully choosing his words. "Yet, as with any leader, he faces formidable challenges. The recent events have been taxing on both the town and its ruler. The prince wishes to offer support, understanding that the burden of leadership can sometimes be a heavy one."
Father Maxwell's expression remained guarded, revealing little of his thoughts. "Support is always welcomed. But, Sir Cedric, what is it that you truly seek in Iron Harbour? Why this sudden interest in our affairs? If you don’t mind me asking. Before we came to this town offering its people hope and security with faith all letters to the capital all went unanswered.”
Sir Cedric leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. “It is true that many letters did reach the capital, and they did fall on deaf ears but I am afraid, it was not because the matter was not urgent, not far from it but unfortunately the royal family and courts have been struggling as of late due to the passing of the King a few years ago. A new King has not yet been chosen and it leaves a lot unanswered.”
“Queen,” Maxwell said. “I beg your pardon?”
“You said a new King is yet to be choses, but from my understanding there are 5 possible choses, the late king had 3 sons and 2 daughters.”
Sir Cedric acknowledged Father Maxwell's correction with a gracious nod. "You are correct, my apologies for the oversight. The late king did indeed leave behind five potential heirs, each with their own claims to the throne. The court has been embroiled in discussions and debates, and it has affected the responsiveness of the royal family to matters beyond the capital."
Father Maxwell's eyes narrowed slightly. "And how does Prince Harlan fit into this intricate web of politics? What is his stake in the game?"
Sir Cedric chose his words carefully, maintaining an air of diplomacy. "Prince Harlan is a figure who seeks stability and progress for Whitestone. In these uncertain times, he believes that the unity of the realm is paramount. The challenges faced by Iron Harbour, as well as other towns, are challenges faced by the entire kingdom. By forging alliances and fostering collaboration, he hopes to pave the way for a brighter future."
Father Maxwell's scepticism lingered. "You speak of unity, but the realm is divided, and the court is in disarray. How can Prince Harlan hope to unite a kingdom in such turmoil?"
Sir Cedric leaned forward slightly, his tone earnest. "Unity begins with understanding. Prince Harlan wishes to bridge the gaps that have emerged. He believes that by addressing the needs and concerns of every town, every faction, the realm can find common ground. Iron Harbour, with its unique situation, is an integral part of that vision."
Maxwell, though still guarded, seemed to be considering Sir Cedric's words. "And what does the prince expect in return for his support? What role does he envision for the Eternal Flame in this unity?"
Sir Cedric offered a diplomatic smile. "The prince envisions a collaborative effort where each town and faction plays to its strengths. The Eternal Flame, with its commitment to faith and community, can contribute significantly to the shared goals of prosperity and security. The prince seeks partnership, not dominance, and hopes to build a realm where every citizen can thrive."
The conversation hung in the air, the delicate interplay of politics and faith unfolding in the quiet chambers of the church. Sir Cedric saw Maxwell had let his guard down, thinking about the distinction that laid before him, he used this opportunity to his advantage.
“I must admit something to you farther Maxwell, I don't know much about your beliefs and your Eternal Flame, that book you've been holding.” Sir Cedric pointed to the Black leather one he was holding when they met, the same one Alucard described to him, the book could be an object of power. This was his moment to see it up close. “Would you mind letting me read the book?”
Father Maxwell hesitated for a moment, his eyes studying Sir Cedric as if gauging the intentions behind the request. The book in question held significance to the Eternal Flame, and sharing its contents was not a decision to be taken lightly.
"This book is sacred to our order," Maxwell replied, his tone measured. "It contains the teachings and scriptures that guide our faith. While I understand your curiosity, I'm afraid I cannot simply hand it over for perusal. The words within are meant for the eyes of the devoted."
Sir Cedric nodded with understanding, his expression unwavering. "I respect the sanctity of your beliefs, Father Maxwell. It was worth asking, given the unique circumstances we find ourselves in."
Father Maxwell looked at his book once again. “Agreed, these are unique circumstances, and all in good faith I will allow you to have a read.
He handed over the book he was holding. Sir Cedric was careful to treat it with respect, he turned the book over to face the front, the front was the same design as the back, but the centre was a beautiful image of the Eternal Flame and the burning tree that reflected that death and rebirth, the same image that was on the stine glass window in the main hall.
Sir Cedric opened the book, the cover, worn by the touch of many hands over the years, held an aura of reverence and ancient wisdom.
The pages within were made of high-quality vellum, its texture smooth to the touch. The ink, a deep, rich black, showcased meticulous calligraphy that conveyed a sense of divine importance. The content of the Book was divided into chapters that narrate the creation myth of the faith. It begins with the birth of the Eternal Flame.
As Sir Cedric turned the pages, he found passages encouraging kindness, unity, and the protection of the vulnerable. The book also contained guidelines for ceremonies and festivals that celebrated the eternal nature of the Flame and reinforced the bonds of the community.
This is just a normal book, he thought. Perhaps Alucard was mistaken, there is nothing special or abnormal about this book, or perhaps I am not seeing what is right in front of me, but at first sight, it is just a book, a beautifully made book but just a book, very interesting.
As Sir Cedric turned the pages, he found passages encouraging kindness, unity, and the protection of the vulnerable. The book also contained guidelines for ceremonies and festivals that celebrated the eternal nature of the Flame and reinforced the bonds of the community.
“Your faith is beautiful, one father Maxwell.” Sir Cedric smiled and handed the book back over. “It feels like me and you could talk about politics and faith for days, but I am sure my men are wondering where I have gotten off to. I believe I have taken up far too much of your time.
Father Maxwell received the book with a solemn nod, his eyes reflecting appreciation for Sir Cedric's respect. "Your interest is welcomed, Sir Cedric. Should you wish to delve deeper into our faith or discuss matters further, you are always welcome here."
Sir Cedric rose from his seat, maintaining the air of diplomatic courtesy. "I appreciate your openness, Father, I've gained valuable insights today. I hope our paths cross again under more auspicious circumstances."
As Sir Cedric got up from his char he headed towards the door, as he opened the door the sound of music had subsided, the main hall was empty, only a few people
were around brushing and cleaning the dust from all corners of the room, he turned one last time to face father Maxwell and gave a gentle bow and walked off closing the door behind him.
Father Maxwell stayed seated at his chair, he looked at the book that was returned to him with a sombre look.
“Tell me Gabriel, what do you think of Sir Cedric? Can he be trusted?”
Gabriel appeared out of nowhere within the room as if he came from a hidden pathway. Gabriel was a well built man, he was tall for a priest around 6 feet, he had pale skin with green eyes that looked lifeless, he had short brown hair and a bit of a beard growing.
“I don't trust him, but he spoke of an interesting proposition, he could use in the right situation.”
Father Maxwell remained deep in thought, his fingers tracing the patterns on the book's cover. "Trust is a commodity we cannot afford to squander, especially in these uncertain times. But, as you say, Gabriel, let us consider the proposition carefully. The balance of power in Iron Harbour is shifting, and we must navigate it wisely."
Gabriel nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on the intricate design of the stained glass window. "Sir Cedric has a certain charisma, but charisma alone does not guarantee loyalty or honesty. We should be vigilant."
Father Maxwell sighed, the weight of responsibility etched on his features. "Indeed, Gabriel. We tread on uncertain ground. But for now, let us focus on the matters at hand. The Flame must endure, no matter the challenges we face."
“What about Alucard? Do you want me to keep an eye on him?”
“No that is quite alright Gabriel, I am sure we will be seeing quite a lot of him in the upcoming days.”
"Very well, Father. If you require anything further, you need but ask." Gabriel inclined his head respectfully and silently left the room, leaving Father Maxwell alone with his thoughts
Sir Cedric left the grounds without any problem, he did not stick around, the conversation he just had with the High Priest. It had left an impression on him like no other. Is this the man who is truly behind all the suffering that has befallen this town,
he thought. Or perhaps he himself is just a simple man with grand ambitions that is trying to take advantage of a poor situation, or perhaps he is none of these things, and he is something else entirely, a part of the man we have not seen yet. Maybe we are all too focused on the thing in front of us; they are missing something so important that they are blinded to the truth. Hmm I will have to keep an eye on things, it would surely be interesting if this Fade monster's next victim was the poor priest himself. I am sure that would be a shock to behold, if that was to truly happen then I am afraid that everyone's lead would come to an end.
Sir Cedric's thoughts were a maelstrom of uncertainties as he navigated the streets of Iron Harbour. The complexities of the town, its people, and the intertwining threads of faith and politics weighed heavily on him. The cryptic dance between Father Maxwell and the elusive threat of the Fade created a tapestry of intrigue that left him questioning the true nature of the challenges faced by the town.
As he walked through the cobbled streets, the people continued their daily routines. Shopkeepers tended to their wares, children played in the alleyways, and the bustle of life carried on. Yet, beneath this veneer of normalcy, Sir Cedric sensed an undercurrent of tension.
He decided to head to the Black Cauldron Inn, where Alucard had serjested the place to rest up for him and his men. He approached the outside of the Inn, he could see from the outside his men were inside enjoying themselves, there was laughter and music playing, he pecked in the window and saw everyone was having a good time. They were respectful to the women of the tavern enjoying good food and a good time. The inn was a haven of warmth and camaraderie, he opened the door and walked in, a few of his men looked around and saw him, they cheered, happy to see him. We walked over to the bar and ordered a drink and some hot food, he payed well, just as much as Alucard did the first night he arrived into town.
He saw his two captains, they both were tucked away in a small corner of the room, shrouded in shadows, he guessed towards one of the barmaids to bring his drink and food over to the table when ready and made his way over.
Both the soldiers nodded when he arrived, he took an empty seat next to them. “Well as you both can see I am alive and well.”
They both traded looks, none were impressed with him.
“Not funny sir.” Said Roland,
Sir Roland was the oldest out of the two, he served under Sir Cedric the longest and had seen the most action out of them, he was a sellsword in his younger days, born to a poor farming village, the days were long and the winter longer, food was rare for him growing up.
The village was plagued with disease and conflied, the land destroyed many times over made living there a harsh one, death was common for him growing up, but what made it worse was the bandits that lived in the area, always fighting for control of the land and the village itself. The bandits ruled over them with an iron fist, taking almost every food they made each harvest barley leaving any for the villages to survive, Roland had many family members killed do to illness and conflict when he was old enough he left his village and family behind and becoming a sellsword, hoping to train and hone his skills as to one day go back to his village and free them from the bandests.
Years past and Roland made quite a name for himself, he even manage to organise his own unite, all with exceptional skills, he returned to his village with his men in tow, attacking the bandits head on hoping to kill them and drive them out once and for all, but unfortunately that did not happened, the bandits numbers were far to great, he did not understand, but in his absent a new ruler come and took control of every bandit group within the area turning it into an unstoppable force.
His whole team was killed but he was badly injured but kept alive. They wanted to make an example of him in front of the village, they beat and tortured him for days outside, his screams could be heard all over the village. No one could help but only watch in terror, his family cried and begged for him, but all went on deaf ears.
On the day he was to be killed, he accepted his fate, his family watched, no sounds were made, if anyone cried they would be killed also, as he felt the blade come close, there was a scream and horses charging, the sound of clashing swords and a man yelling.
“Charge.”
The battle ended and quickly as it started, Roland's face covered with bruises and blood, his eyes so badly beating he could barely see, but what he did see was a nobleman covered in silver Armour, Sir Cedic stood before him on horseback. He dismounted and ordered his men to check on Roland's injuries.
“You fort well, I am told of your bravery and how you tried to help free this village to fight the bandits. I understand your team was killed, you understand the harsh reality of being a leader. Because of this alone I am glad to have met a man such as yourself.”
Sir Cedic extended his hand. “Join me and together we will save lives.” After that day Roland joined the Silver Knights and shortly became one of its most skilled and trusted captains.
The other captain, a younger man named Thomas, leaned forward, a stern look on his face. "You made us worried there, Sir. We know you're a man of daring, but we prefer not to see you pushing your luck too far."
Sir Cedric chuckled. "Worry not, my friends. I can handle a bit of banter with a priest."
Thomas, was the younger one in the party. Only a few years younger than Roland, Roland and Cedric were closer in age then the rest but both completely different people at times.
Thomas, like Cedric, was a noble born in a past life. He grew up in the capital, surrounded by lords and ladies, his family a well-respected house that served the courts diligently. Their role was crucial in planning trade agreements and peace talks between warring states.
Thomas's story, however, was a tragic one. A political rival, envious of his family's influence, sought to take control by any means necessary. This rival, a cunning and ruthless individual, devised a sinister plan. One night, as the moon hung low in the sky, a group of assassins crept into the grand estate.
The attack was swift and brutal. Thomas awoke to the sounds of chaos — the clash of steel, the screams of his family, the shattering of glass. Desperation gripped him as he stumbled through the dimly lit corridors, the air thick with the acrid scent of blood. He reached his parents' chambers only to find them lying lifeless, surrounded by the cold bodies of his siblings, a pool of blood spilled, covering the floor with a crimson red.
Fear drove him to flee, but the assassins pursued. He navigated secret passages and hidden staircases, narrowly escaping the clutches of death. Eventually, Thomas found himself on the streets, an orphan with a noble name stained by tragedy.
Haunted by the nightmares of that night, he roamed the streets of the capital, a hollow shell of the once-privileged youth. His noble lineage meant nothing in the shadows where he sought refuge. He became a skilled rogue, surviving by his wits and the lessons he learned on the unforgiving streets.
Fate eventually led Thomas to Sir Cedric, who recognized the potential in the young man. The Silver Knights provided him with purpose, a cause greater than his personal vendetta. Yet, the scars of that fateful night lingered, a constant reminder of the fragility of power and the cruelty of ambition. He still seeks that noble who changed his life forever.
Roland grunted. "Priests and their games. I never trust a man who hides behind faith. But I suppose that's just my perspective."
Thomas nodded in agreement. "Speaking of which, what did you make of Father Maxwell? A man of the cloth or something more?"
Sir Cedric leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. "He's an enigma, that one. Charismatic, but I sense there's more to him than meets the eye. We need to keep a close eye on him.”
Roland lent forward from his chair, “So do you think he can be the one behind all of this? The one that is summoning and controlling this Fade as they call it?
Just as the conversation deepened, the barmaid arrived with a tray of food and ale. The aroma filled the air, momentarily distracting the trio from the weighty matters at hand. Sir Cedric raised his tankard. "To Absent Friends!"
The two captains mirrored the gesture, and they drank, steeling themselves for the intricate dance of politics, faith, and the lurking shadows that threatened to engulf the town.
Sir Cedric contemplated Roland's question for a moment before responding. "It's hard to say. Father Maxwell is undoubtedly a man with ambitions, but whether those ambitions include dark rituals and controlling a monstrous entity remains to be seen. But there was a moment where it slipped.”
“Do tell sir.”
“It's when I spoke of the night of the attack, he hid it well, but I saw a flicker. Only for a moment but I am sure he knew about that attack before anyone.”
Thomas leaned in, his eyes narrowing. "You think he had prior knowledge of the Fade attack?"
Sir Cedric nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Yes, it was a subtle reaction, but I have learned to trust my instincts. He knew something about that night that he didn't share openly. Whether it implicates him in the Fade's actions or suggests a deeper connection, I cannot say for certain."
The three knights exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. The town of Iron Harbour was not what it seemed, and its leaders held secrets that could unravel the fabric of reality itself.
Roland broke the silence. "What's our move then, Sir?"
“We go as business as usual, we will keep our heads low and ears to the ground, we will have soldiers patrolling the streets with the city watch helping where we can, I will speak with Lord Davos tomorrow, perhaps Alucard is cooking up a plan of action.”
Everyone agreed and began to eat the food that had arrived, the men celebrated and enjoyed their first night into town, but none knew what awaited them soon after their arrival.
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