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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 4679825" data-attributes="member: 11520">Moving into the Nave you are greeting by scenes of the good works of the Medans. An elderly woman in a simple shift nods her head and steps forward with her arms spread offering you blessing. "May the gifts of Meda be upon you in your need and may you give of yourself when faced with the needs of others." The old woman smiles upon you from her brown and wrinkled face. Her ancient body shows the signs of a life spent working hard for others. She wears no adornment, but a simple wooden holy symbol on a plain leather thong around her neck. Seeing Raul's body she clutches a hand to her heart. "So much suffering in the world," she says in a weary voice. Despite her age and simple looks a feeling of power exudes from this woman. She steps to Rauls side and drops to one knee with no difficulty. She places a hand to his brow and closes his eyes then looks to his mangled legs. "Were he not a Constable I would guess this to be a farming accident, but no doubt these are the marks of violence. There is a better way my children. I hope that you learn this before you reach my age," she states in a lecturing tone. None the less, she places a simple burlap bag on his chest and begins the long ritual of resurrection. A pair of young acolytes comes in lighting candles and burning incense. Holy water is placed on the wounds and on his lips by a third. While these women ignore you, there is a sense of great deference toward the old woman. Soon a droning feeling of power building can be felt in the very flagstones of the floor. The old woman chants the sacred verse in her cracking voice. It seems Meda does not mind that the words are hard to understand and the voice dry and reedy. After a period that seems both long and yet strangely brief, Raul's eyes pop open and he draws a shuddering breath. The wounds on his legs are now pink scars and his color is returning to normal. The old woman places a firm hand on his chest. "Lie still a moment child. You have been held to the bosom of Meda herself and returning to this life of sorrow and tribulation can be a shock. You are among friends." She helps him to a sitting position and gives him a cup of water. Once he has drank she rises, now needing the help of an acolyte to stand. She offers one final benediction and shuffles out leaning on the younger woman. "Peace be unto you. I have important work to attend to you. Please go and give thanks to Meda for the miracle you have witnessed today."  OOC: You are all under the effects of a bless spell until morning.</blockquote>

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