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As it was lowered to him Lucian outstretched his hands towards the Grail. Softly, as if it was made of glass, the Lady of the Lake deposited the grail into his waiting hands.
It was so light, the Knight realized. Something so precious and magnificent was lighter than even a feather. Why even the water that was balanced within it seemed weightless. The texture, just holding it, Lucian felt all the magics that were held within it. So many blessed spells and powers that would be given to mankind.
Lucian tilted the Grail, raising it to his lips as he did so. The pinkish liquid that was a mixture of blood and water flowed from the grail into his gullet, washing through his body towards his very soul.
Just as Gilles the Uniter of Bretonnia had, Lucian partook from the Holy Grail.
The power held within was felt immediately. The sweetness of water touched his tongue, joined by a wave of new found energy that brought Lucian to full awareness. The lethargy of fatigue was gone in an instant and his terrible feeling in the gut was flushed from his soul.
Then it continued. Lucian had felt the power like this before from the Rune of Dregni but it was tapped. This felt like the limitless pouring of power and fervor from the source. That Lucian could become as strong as he wanted as long as he suckered from the Grail.
His body began to change. First was the numerous acid burns that were burnt upon him by the damned Jabberslyth began to knit themselves and shrink. A pleasant white skin tone was shown in its place where the repairs had come.
His muscles began to become more toned. Muscle fibers that were damaged or injured from battle and practice began to reform and become stronger for those injuries. Then the blood which was partly made from the Grail’s partition flowed through these newly made veins and strands, giving them a property more akin to magic than flesh.
Lastly the waters went into Lucian’s very soul. He could feel it bounded with a great many enhancements and enchantments, his soul being both buffetted and tied to the Lady of the Lake and Morr.
When Lucian presented to the Lady the emptied Grail, he was no longer mortal.
Once Lucian of Verac was a Peasant. Now he was one of the greatest Knights known of whose tail shall be spoken of throughout all ages of Bretonnia.
As green witchfire leaked from the opening in his armor the truth was now clear. The once peasant was now a Grail Knight.
