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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4598081" data-attributes="member: 3285">I Know Thee Brother: Part 3b –Blinded by PrejudiceKham rolled forward underneath the heavy warhorse, drawing Talon and Coombs’ dagger as he did so.  He had to move fast; if the horse came down on top of him it would crush his skull.With lightning speed, Kham slashed the leather restraints that held the knight’s saddle in place.  He dove forward between the horse’s hind legs just as the saddle gave way.Vlad faced down the knight to Oderic’s left side.  The knight’s lance jabbed at him, but Vlad slapped it away with his shield. He grabbed a tanglefoot bag form his belt pouch and hurled it at the knight’s horse.  It exploded in a sticky mass, bonding the horse’s hooves to the ground. Ilmarė stood defiant before the other knight.  She pointed at the warrior’s horse and said: Îdh. It fell to the ground, unconscious, pinning the knight beneath it.Oderic slid forward off his horse and landed on his feet.  “Fool!” Oderic drew his blade.  It glowed with a golden light, singing a heavenly chorus as it was unsheathed.  “I have no time for your tricks.”  “The Sword of Saint Lambertus,” whispered Vlad in awe.Kham spun, but the warhorse was between him and the knight.  He ducked just as the well-trained horse kicked backwards, nearly decapitating him.Oderic charged forward, straight towards Petru…There was a horrible shriek.  Everyone froze and turned to look.The Abbess and Oderic clutched each other.  From her chest protruded Oderic’s sword.Grasping the mighty blade with her last measure of strength, the Abbess looked heavenward in supplication, tears welling up in her eyes.  Two tears rolled from her face to land upon the blade.  A final whisper escaped her lips.“Forgive him, for he is blind.”And with that, she was gone.A mournful, nearly human moan came from the Sword of Saint Lambertus that still impaled the body of the gentle Abbess.  With a violent lurch, the blade flew from Oderic’s grasp as if to escape his tainted grip, shattering as it fell upon the marble floor.  The golden glow disappeared; the heavenly chorus heard no more.With a sorrowful cry, Oderic fell to his knees as the impact of his heinous deed hit him with full force.  One of Milandir’s greatest knights was reduced to a weeping, broken old man.  “Arressst him,” said Redmantle to the two knights.  “He will face the Duke’sss jussstice.”The two knights left their mounts and guided Oderic away. Petru knelt down next to the Abbess, his own face a mask of pain.  His hands were drenched with the Abbess’ blood.  He wound was too deep to stop the pool of red from spreading. “I couldn’t save her,” he whispered.  “I used my most powerful supplications, but Neroth isn’t listening…” he looked heavenwards. Vlad put one hand on Petru’s shoulder.  “The living need your help now,” he said softly.  “The nuns will take care of their own.”Petru shook his head. Rising slowly to his feet, he left the courtyard.  No one else was healed that day.</blockquote>

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