These Paladins race endlessly across the desert and you hope you do not run into them. They are haggard and dirty and have only stopped to water and feed their horses.
It is rumored that they broke in battle and fled into the desert. They rightly feared the punishments the Inquisition would lay upon them if they dared show their faces back in Dunesphere. And the other Earther colonies would not accept a bunch of Religious Zealots fresh from killing off a local tribal leader. For weeks they wandered in the hot sun. Their once shiny suits of armor now pitted and stained with rust, their skin worn away by the relentless sand.
Yet still they rode onward and behind them it followed and would not stop.
The little ball of light that sung raucously and loudly,
“The Lord loves the little Olgogs
All the Olgogs of Refuge!
Green, Blue, Red, and Brown
Love everywhere will be found
Because
The Lord Loves the little Olgogs of the World”
And every night and every day, the knights heard the light sing away.
—{Most taverns in the Goblin lands have at least one merchant who swears they have run into the paladins and the singing light that torments their prejudice minds so.}—