Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 44.745

== Setting ==

In the Crystal Keep, in the quiet hours of the night, just after Eranon sleepily asked about his dream from the Whisper. This inner room's walls are sturdy and thick, allowing no light at all to penetrate, but for Kaiel and Kyuad all is visible. In the pitch blackness Kyuad sits, pointing his finger around the room as spider webbing and dust seem to be collecting from the corners into a small, floating bundle.

Only a few minutes before, Kyuad had spoken to the spirit of his friend Zal'Kazzir. Not knowing what will come of the day or what mysteries may be laid bare by their efforts, he becomes curious about his newest ally.

== Conversation ==

Kyuad and Kaiel talk of his life and history.

=== Kyuad ===

Kyuad's voice is calm and quiet, a barely audible whisper in a low register.  Looking as he always has to Kaiel, who cannot see the points of red that the living see in his eyes, Kyuad rhuminates.  '''"K<font size="1">AIEL, </font>I <font size="1">ASSUME THAT YOU WOULD PREFER TO HAVE SOMETHING TO DO TO KEEP YOU BUSY THESE LONG, SLEEPLESS NIGHTS.  </font>P<font size="1">ERHAPS WE SHOULD START INVOLVING YOU MORE ON OUR PREPARATIONS AND MAINTENANCE SO YOUR IDLE TIME IS MADE USEFUL.  </font>I <font size="1">FIND THAT PRACTICE TO BE OF SOME COMFORT TO ME NOW THAT MY REST SERVES NO OTHER PURPOSE THAN ATTUNING MYSELF WITH </font>A<font size="1">RYTH.  </font>S<font size="1">PEAKING OF WHICH, HOW DID YOU FILL THE IDLE HOURS WHILE IN YOUR MILITARY SERVICE</font>?  I <font size="1">HAVE NOT HEARD MUCH ABOUT YOUR TIME SPENT WITH </font>L<font size="1">ORD </font>E<font size="1">OATIN AND THE ELVISH PEOPLE.  </font>I <font size="1">ASSUME YOU HAVE SOME INTERESTING STORIES TO TELL OF THAT TIME.</font>"'''

=== 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...



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[[Midnight RPG - THE SOUTHIES|PORTAL]] | [[DURGAZ]] | [[ERANON]] | [[Kyuad|KYUAD]] | [[ZAL'KAZZIR]]
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-=== Kyuad ===
-As Kaiel whispers to Kyuad, telling him of battlefields and the strangeness of elves, Kyuad looks at the ceiling, where his left hand points, and occasionally glances down at his Lorebook as he takes notes with his other hand.  Glancing at Kaiel's leg, Kyuad sets down the pencil and says, '''"Y<font size="1">ES, WE WILL TAKE CARE OF THAT IN A MOMENT. </font>I<font size="1">F MY PHRASING SOUNDS ELVISH, IT IS BECAUSE FEW OTHERS KNOW SO MUCH OF THE WAYS OF MAGIC. </font>W<font size="1">ITHOUT TEXTS WRITTEN BY </font>E<font size="1">RENLANDER CHANNELERS, </font>I <font size="1">SIMPLY LEARNED ALL </font>I <font size="1">COULD FROM ELVISH LORE. </font>W<font size="1">HEN THE FOUR OF US VISITED THE DRUID'S SCHOOL IN THE </font>C<font size="1">ARAHEEN </font>I <font size="1">HAD A WONDERFUL OPPORTUNITY TO NOT ONLY LEARN FROM THE TEACHERS THERE, BUT ALSO TO SHARE SOME OF WHAT </font>I <font size="1">HAVE LEARNED OVER THE YEARS ABOUT THE NATURE OF LIFE IN THIS WORLD. </font>T<font size="1">HOUGH </font>I <font size="1">GREW UP IN THE </font>S<font size="1">ARCOSAN LANDS NEAR THE </font>A<font size="1">RUUN, MY FIRST STUDY OF THE ELVISH </font>W<font size="1">HISPER WAS THERE WITH THEIR DRUIDS.</font>"'''  As he speaks, Kyuad motions with his hand, and from over Kaiel's head floats a large wad of dust, webbing, straw, hairs, and other bits that were collected around the old room.  Kyuad's hand directs the collection to float onto a piece of scrap burlap found in the keep earlier, and he then wraps the ball, presses it together, and sets the collection in his lap.  Continuing to talk, Kyuad starts to pull bits of the cobwebs and dust out of the bundle and pulls, twists, and gathers it into a tight line of yarn.
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-'''"M<font size="1">Y TEACHER </font>C<font size="1">OLLUNE, WHOM YOU MET, ALSO TOLD ME OF GREAT SECRETS THE </font>W<font size="1">HISPER HAS FOR THE ELVEN PEOPLES. </font>I <font size="1">SUSPECT SHE MIGHT HAVE EVEN HEARD IT HERSELF, BUT SHE KEPT MANY THINGS CLOSE TO HER CHEST WHEN SHE SUSPECTED INTERESTED EARS TO BE ABOUT. </font>T<font size="1">HIS PENCHA... ER, TALENT OF HERS FOR SECRECY IS WHY WE TOGETHER CREATED THE LANGUAGE THAT YOU HEARD US SPEAK FROM TIME TO TIME. </font>I <font size="1">HALF SUSPECTED THAT </font>Z<font size="1">AL</font>'K<font size="1">AZZIR HAD LEARNED SOME OF IT, AS HE SEEMED TO COMPREHEND SOME OF WHAT SHE AND </font>I <font size="1">SAID TO ONE ANOTHER.</font>"'''
-Kyuad sets the bundle and yarn to the side and says, '''"N<font size="1">OW, LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT THAT SIDE OF YOURS.</font>"'''
-:: ''<font color=gray>See question below</font>''
-=== narrative ===
-::  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...
-[[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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-* I assume we're talking about injuries here, and he'll need some negative energy to be cured.  Kyuad examines.
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