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The Knight removed his head, the light burning his eyes for a moment as he recovered from the time spent within the helm for so long. He then slowly raised his eyes towards the Lord as to fully address the man.
What Lucian did not expect was the look of concern by the Duke as he looked upon Lucian. It was the sort of expression Lucian would have expected if he was still covered from head to toe with gore of injuries from his battle yet he did not feel that was the case. Yes, he was injured, but few of those were upon his face because of the Dwarfen Made helm he wore.
“What in the name of the Lady…” There was a subtle whisper from those nearby as they looked upon Lucian. The man still confused under he looked into a window.
He was no longer sporting simple eyes of a mortal man. From what was a set of brown that were from a Peasant’s life the man’s had turned a harsh green. He could not really explain why but they had an intensity that was beyond his own understanding, as if there was a torch behind his eyes lighting them for all to see.
Memories leaked into the mind of Lucian, to the Damsel Albeara. The woman’s eyes were such a striking blue that it was unnaturally so. It was a clear sign to those that looked fay touched.
Yet Lucian had seen this light once before. He had seen it on a great many nights where the darkest hour had arrived.
The Light of Morrslieb, the dark evil moon whose zenith was always the herald of death.
He had touched.
A chill quickly reached down the spine of the man as he realized the implications of such a thing. If this happened then he was likely to be declared some kind of mutant. Was he becoming a Beastman of some kind then? That was not possible for he still carried the blessings of Morr and was not killed by the rune that sat in his chest.
His companions said nothing as he worried himself. Though he could feel the appraising glare from Adok as the Dwarf tried to judge the situation presented to him.
“Something has happened it seems.” Guion said as he rubbed his chin, “You’re eyes, they look just like his…”
Lucian could not help but feel his heart skip a beat as he worried about his immortal soul. The words spoken was not something he expected, nor did he ever think to hear.
He held a stigmata of the fey, that much the Knight knew.
