Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 44.745 (section)

=== Kaiel ===
[Erenlander tongue]  
::  '''"Practice sir?  Yes... of course... practice..."'''   the weary body of the undying Sarcosan looks down to his longsword  (BTW - did you give Kaiel the Icy Swath? Have you given him any other equipment? You should update his sheet) 
::  '''"Idle?...  sir?..."'''   Kyuad can see the Sarcosan is obviously not well read - he was a warrior, a freedom fighter... probably not more than twelve when he found himself in his brother's illegal militia...  
::    '''"...oh...  our down-time sir?...  Well... we never had as much Master.  The men my brother served with were out of a little farming village about 150 miles west northwest of Old Davindale, so there was a lot of activity when I grew up, not much time for toys and tricks of boyhood...  I joined Mathue and the boys on my eleventh year, 'Buckum's Brigands' (that's what the 9 of them called themselves)"'''  the dead man chuckles....  '''"...we were moving south...  the shipment of troops and supplies that flow down the Ishensa River for the armies in the south... the boys had hit them one too many times.  They sent a Reaver Pack down the river looking for us.  With the constant flow of riverboats and seagoing ships stationed out of the ruins at Old Davindale it didn't take long to find a safe way across the sea to the Bluff..."'''  realizing he's monopolizing the conversation he looks to his Master and trails off...
::    '''"...so as I was sayin' sir, we were mostly on the run.  When we weren't planning the next jaunt, we was masking the marks we'd left behind, an' when we wasn't doin' that we was ... I was makin' the camp for everyone.  It was alot more of the same when we hooked up with the Bluff resistance, then moved into the Erethor.  The boys were more and more after that... there's many folk hiding in the Green Marches willin' to fight if you can wrangle them...  It weren't until Mathue died that I joined up with the tree-herders going west..."'''  Kaiel finds himself lying on the stone floor but still slowly sharpening his sword, an instinct by now... its always best to have a sharp blade.
::   '''"...so it weren't much of the military you'd think.  I'd heard about my pa fighting with the Freeriders down south, but I haven't been much further than eyeshot of the Burning Line.  I learned to ride across the Westlands...   The elves though... they're somethin' else... I thought we was good at huntin', trackin' and the like.  But the tree-herders, they run the woods like it moves out of the way for them.  An' they can hear it... or at least they could.  I hadn't met Lord Eoatin but the remainders of the 'Brigands' were pulled into his companies, we'd worked it out to be liaisons with the dozens of militia of the Marches.  And they trained us.  It was most like what you'd think a military unit training would be like.  And some of the men actually said they could here the speaking of the trees...  Master Eranon spoke of it earlier... 'the Whisperer'...  I couldn't ever hear it though...  the elves, they used it like another weapon.  They'd use it to lead us into raids and listen again to lead us out of ambushes.  It was sorta spooky.  I'd never seen magic like that.  But it worked!"'''  Kaiel noticeably gets a little excited in remembering his adventures...
::   '''"... the elves are masters at the hidden war... Eotin formed the units into groups all based on tree parts.  I learned all about the nature of trees and the like with my unit.  There was..."'''
:::  '''Leaves ''' (that was 1-3 individual men)
:::  '''Twigs ''' (a 4-8 strike team)
:::  '''Branch ''' (an 8-24 unit)
:::  '''Limb ''' (a 25-100 group)
:::  '''Bough ''' (some 100-1000 man squadrons)
:::  '''Tree ''' [Eretha]    (1,000-50k  various sized companies)
:::  '''Glade ''' [Maudre]  (50k battalions)
::    '''"... I've heard there's probably some 400k elves in their armies across the Erethor, but they rarely gather in anything larger than the Maudre.  They have special classifications of some of their elite Maudre..."'''
:::  '''Winter Maudre''':  known for going into hopeless situations emerging with fewer casualties than any other.
:::  '''Autumn Maudre''':  known for stealth more than any other Maudre and have rumored to be on the battlefields with other elves not knowing they were there.
:::  '''Spring Maudre''':  they're the reserves, brightly colored banners with clear conorous horns synonomous with aid and support in desperate times.
:::  '''Summer Maudre''':  they have the reputation for taking the Orc on directly in assaults then disappearing into the environment.
::    '''"...  our unit was led by a Branch that'd spent time in the Autumn Maudre..."'''  ... Kaiel chuckles again...  '''"...it was funny and frustrating for the elves to try teaching us men to be as quiet as them...  I mean... I'm pretty good as goes the way of a Sarcosan, but by elfy standards I'm a little lagging... hehehe..."'''  Kaiel pushes his head off the ground holding onto his left leg and side near his kidney... he smiles (with no pain) and props himself up a little making sure not to disturb the sleep of the others...
::   '''"...were you interested in something particular Master Kyuad?...   he..hey... could I also ask a favor sir?  My... leg and side here.."'''  he points just above his left hip.  '''"...its been bothering me for a few days now,  it doesn't hurt... it's just been causing me to limp a little and favor my left side.
::    '''"... and what do you mean by 'attuning' yourself to Aryth sir?  that sounds like elf talk...heheh..."'''  again Kaiel lightly chuckles, knowing that of anything Kyuad is definitely NOT elf-like now...