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− | === narrative ===
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− | :: Kaiel looks weary for a moment... almost not meaning to bother his Master, Master Kyuad had done so much for him in the last three weeks. It was strange this bond he felt toward him. And a certain peace... less emotional but more a state of being that the Caernsil found within to rest themselves from the darkest times. It was... As the elves call it ... "vaelaerer" (tree-heartened)... <br> With a quiet shift Kaiel moved his longsword to the ground and turned off of his left side. Unbuckling the splints of his armor Kyuad sensed what this might be... the scent of rotting flesh creeps out from the hide and cloth of support beneath the Sarcosan's armor... Without looking Kyuad would know what Kaiel's "favoring" of his left side might be caused from... Kaiel had not eaten the flesh to keep his body from rupturing and turning... from decaying...
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− | [[Image:Kaiels-wounds.gif|frame|Kaiel pulls his armor off and raises his taberd... to reveal the effects and results of being a walking deadman...]]
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