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reflections for the lost

32. The Light, and Lugh

Almost two years ago we had come to the this town called Khabriol and brought peace to it. They had been attacked by a scourge of Spriggans, and I believe that we fought our first Pooka there. The Fey had seized control of an large building, the Inn, I believe, and we had heard of their troubles. We broke into the building and engaged them in melee. When the fight turned on us, I fled to a window and broke it out, bringing the light in. Anathea broke a window on the opposite side, and

the Spriggans broke. What began as a simple combat became difficult as they fled to a basement level and ambushed us as we dropped into the dark below to fight them. Lobar laid about with his Axe, clearing a path for us to drop down and assist. The Pooka we fought then was a terrible foe, almost slaying Lobar and Malakon.

A local priest of Lugh offered to bind and heal our wounds. The town was in our debt, and with Alial today we came to call that debt paid. With little commotion the Priest of Lugh healed him. I was not present when Lobar was raised from the dead, so I am still in shock of seeing the ceremony. So much that I have once again forgotten the priest's name. But I will never forget what he did. He was a tall and stocky man, well built and powerful looking. In his silver and white garments, he met us and did not rebuke our plea for assistance. He brought us through the simple temple, out into the back, in a small glade of trees. He shrugged on a breastplate that at first looked ceremonial but had too many nicks and dents to be so. A golden sun symbol hung around his neck. We unrolled what was Alial onto a small table outside, sheltered from the wind by trees, but well within the warm sunlight. His voice was calm, and the words he spoke over Alial were simple. He reached his right hand up toward the sun, and his left was laid upon Alial's ruined chest. I blinked my light sensitive eyes and between blinks it was almost as if a gleaming pulse of sun beamed from the sky, guided by his hand into Alial. I heard bones and flesh knitting back together. Once his body was whole, I felt a great heat wash over me. I wish my sensitive eyes had not betrayed me. In one moment, the golden sun medallion on his chest seemed to glint and gleam in the sun, playing light all over Alial. In another, if sunlight could be said to become brighter, if such a thing were possible, I would write with no thought of doubt that it did. The sunlight in the circle of trees intensified until I could not see at all, and then in the next moment the intensity was gone. And Alial breathed again. I felt a peace that I have not fathomed since I fled my home long ago. Relaxed and happy tears came down from my eyes. Alial was alive again. I thanked the Priest of Lugh and he said that none of his powers came from within him, it was Lugh to whom I should offer my thanks. I gave a short prayer for my Salvation and Rebirth, and offered thanks to Ilâh and the Light.

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