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Kestrad Berle

A demon hunter from the City of Graves in Weston.

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a character in “Terra”, as played by Maree

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Kestrad Berle's Story

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#, as written by Maree
All of the sudden white feathers filled Jarlas's vision after several crashing sounds echoed through the forest. The branch snapped under Dhaelhel's hands. The winged-goddess yanked the zombie up by his arm.

"Where is she," Dhaelhel said in an accusing voice. There was no way for Dhaelhel to "mystically" find the young woman. Jarlas had been jerked up toward the angry woman's face. "Where is she!" Dhaelhel dropped Jarlas back down to the ground. A gun shot rang off the trees around them.


Kestrad Berle held a large pistol with a smoking barrel. He had shot a Holy Round at the beast that was overtaking a small woman. The man's eyes narrowed as he took aim on the creature. Shot after shot rang out loud in his ears as shimmering rounds of light made straight for the vitals of the horrifying beast.

His right-hand pistol clicked empty and Kestrad raised his left. He began to fire unrelentingly. If the Holy Rounds did not kill the creature, his goal was to draw its attention away from the girl and onto him.

"Come on you bastard! Turn around and fight a real opponent!" Kestrad challenged it.

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#, as written by Jarlas
The sound of a gunshot was like music to Jarlas' ears, and gave him an idea besides. He also prayed that the shot was from something Curtana had whipped up. "THAT way," he shouts at the accusatory Dhaelhel, pointing in the direction of the gunshot. It was logical, even if it wasn't Curtana; that was the way she had been running, last he saw.

As a bonus, she had let him go, apparently in surprise when the loud report was issued from elsewhere in the woods. Thus, he starts booking it in the direction of the shot and screams and all that terrible nonsense that didn't make words. He had abandoned the bow completely this time; he'd be damned useless with the thing, and he had a better idea now anyway.

When he finally got within viewing range, the sight of the thing- and Curtana, trying desperately to get away- and some dude with a gun- he kept moving straight on towards the vile looking abomination, a set determination on his face. He was a zombie. He wasn't afraid of anything.

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The first shot shoved the creature off Curtana completely and definitely got it's attention. The oozing flesh slowly shifted over the hole in which the shot had created and it slowly turned to face Kestrad, it's head low and growling. The two other shots hit the beast, pushing it further and making it all the more angry. It hadn't seemed to notice Jarlas, it's focus on the shooter. It would run towards Jarlas, but would not seem to bother with him. Most likely trample the zombie if he didn't move out of the way. The skeleton face roared and began to run, circling the area in the attempts to get away from the shots, but closer to it's attacker.

It's socket-less eyes burned bright red as it turned towards Kestrad. Every shot that hit it seemed to slow it down some, but not completely.

Curtana gasped and on the ground. The parts of her skin where the beasts ooze had coated looked singed and was blistering something terrible. She wished for the burning to stop. Seeing the beast begin to circle around and Kestrad still trying to stop it, she called out to him faintly. "The head..! Destroy it..!" She cried, although she was not sure he could hear her above the gun shots.

The beast rounded in, heading straight for Kestrad as if it were getting ready to pounce.

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The demon hunter heard the girl instruct him on how to destroy the shadow beast. He nodded. There was not a clear shot. There was an elven man in the way. Kestrad frowned and took off at a sprint in order to get a better shot. He ran the opposite direction from Curtana to draw it further away from the girl.

When the elven man was no longer a problem, Kestrad raised his pistol. There was one shot left before he had to reload. It had to be perfect. He aimed for the center of the things forehead. The muscles around Kestrad's eyes tensed and he waited until the creature was almost on top of him before his finger squeezed the trigger.

Dhaelhel had followed Jarlas through the trees. She saw another man fighting the creature. Dhaelhel wasn't certain but it seemed the man with the gun was helping. The goddess took in a long breath and then did ... nothing. She remembered that she was rendered helpless; she had no powers whatsoever. There was only one Dhaelhel had retrieved so far.

Dhaelhel just stood there, unsure of what to do.

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Jarlas might've known he was blocking the gunner's shot. Maybe part of him wanted to save the day. Maybe he didn't know at all. Maybe he was just fed up and wanted to try and kill something. His motives and thoughts were known only to him, as he charged forward to meet the beast head on.

"Fuck," he says under his breath. It was a lot bigger than he'd thought. Still, if he succeeded, he'd be able to do away with it very easily. Or maybe it would prove resiliant to his tactics. Either way, he'd have to be careful.

He pulls out the only weapon he had that might be able to do anything; his silver rod. Al'Kaera had overseen their construction, ensuring that they could not activate if there were creatures in their radius of expansion. Stupid decision, Jarlas thought. Who cares about a family of rabbits. Unless they ended up in a wall or something, they'd be fine anyway.

He didn't know if he or the beast would fit that criteria of life, but he did know the device could malfunction and activate on its own. Or with a little prod. Disabling his magic shell on the device, he falls over backwards, allowing the thing to trample over him- and, with a little spark of magic (more or less all the could do at this point), faultily activates the device.

The fired round would probably hit the thing as well, just before Glixenheimer's Workshop appears, enveloping Jarlas and the beast.

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The beast was out for blood. It did not matter who's by this point. It trampled over Jarlas' without a care, leaving black spots of the ooze dripping off him behind for Jarlas to deal with later. But then, the shot came.

As soon as the bullet shattered the skull of the creature, chaos broke loose. It remained standing, for one thing, but it began to tremble. The earth began to quake as well around them. A bright beam of light shot through where the creatures skull head use to be, flickering madly. Howling screams sounded escaped the dying creature. If anyone could get a good look at the beam of light, they would see that it was not a beam of light, but a stream of damned souls escaping the body of the creature.

As the last one escaped, it was probably a good thing that Jarlas both activated his device to envelope the dying creature, as it would have exploded the rest of it's ooze-like skin, the bones of the creature clatter to the ground and turn to dust.

"Jarlas!" Curtana cried, having noticed that he was no longer to be seen. She groaned at the effort that took though. The ooze had 'melted' away from her skin, leaving huge puffy blisters on her skin that seemed to be turning black and blue by the second.

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Kestrad and Dhaelhel both covered their eyes from the light pouring out of the dying thing. When the light died away as the creature disappeared, Kestrad hurried over to the girl.

"You are hurt," Kestrad said, stating the obvious. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a clear bottle. It was full of holy water. He was not sure of the beast's nature nor if the holy water would help her wounds, but it was the best that Kestrad could do for her.

"This may hurt," he said to Curtana as he poured the water over the boils, and blisters.

Dhaelhel snapped out of her frozen state and stared at the building. Seeing that Curtana was being cared for by some man in a hood, the goddess walked over to the building.

Not knowing what else to do, she knocked.

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The structure had sat still and silent since appearing, with nary a sound or light coming from within.

When Dhaelhel knocked on the door, a few more moments passed before a light, jaunty voice could be heard from within. "Oh, just a minute! I'm sure I look a mess," the voice says, growing louder as the man behind it comes closer to the door. "I was just throwing a fucking rib on the grill." The voice was considerably less cheery now.

Suddenly the door flies open inwards. Jarlas was standing there, and he looked a goddamn mess. By which is meant, he had some ribs showing, not to mention a few useless organs, and some pale flesh. The burning ooze had done a hell of a number on him, probably in part due to the fact that the damn creature practically exploded on him.

In actuality, it had exploded a room away, but that was close enough to splatter the man.

His face had survived, thankfully. Otherwise, the look of hatred on his face might've been closer to that of malice. It wasn't directed at Dhaelhel, just life in general. He hated being dead, even when it saved his life. He looked a horror, now.

Pushing Dhaelhel away from the door, he walks out and slams it behind himself, before he continues to walk away from it. "You migh' wanna get away from that," he warns everyone loudly, without looking around to see if they would follow his advice. He almost didn't care at the moment. Almost.

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Curtana hissed loudly as the water hit the boils on her arms. Now that she was out of immediate danger, she felt exhausted. The holy water did help soothe some of the pain, but it still stung like blazes. "Who are you.." She asked quietly. "What were you doing.. Doing out here..?" She was honestly curious. Not many people wondered the woods. And of those few, fewer still that would risk their neck to save a stranger.

Her eyelids drooped slightly and her head bobbed as she battled the very thin life of awareness and unconsciousness. By this point, she was bruised and battered, scraped and bleeding from multiple spots. Her ankle was swollen about double it's normal size. And yet, the thing she noticed was that the spirits were still trembling. Why were they still afraid?

Jarlas had warned them to get away from the building, but in her state, she could neither walk nor properly understand the situation. She was bloody tired! Could they not see that she wanted to rest?"

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Dhaelhel just blinked when she was pushed away from the building. She was going to say something to Jarlas but it appeared that he didn't want to talk to her. The goddess's eyes moved over to Curtana. She didn't need Dhaelhel's help either. Someone else was doing that. Dhaelhel hadn't been able to help anyone.

She was useless and for the first time in her life, it hurt.

Dhaelhel's wings drooped and tears filled her eyes. Mortal emotions were far too much to handle. They hurt and were confusing at the best of times! Dhaelhel bent at the knees and took off into the sky. This time she wasn't going to come back.

They didn't need her.

Kestrad apologized and tried to blow on the blisters. He was very gentle to Curtana but that was out of sheer kindness and goodwill.

"My name is Kestrad Berle and I am a demon hunter," the man introduced himself to the girl. There was a slew of titles that came with his name but he spared her the details.

"And as for why I was here," he said with a chuckle and a crooked smile. "I was hunting demons."

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After he'd taken a few good paces away, Jarlas turns around to see that everyone was just kind of standing around stupidly. "Goddamn it," he shouts at them. Grabbing Dhaelhel, he forcibly moves her with him to a safe distance. She was closest, after all. "Oi," he shouts at the gunman. "GET! HER! AWAY! FROM! THE! BUILDING!"

He knew there wasn't much time left, and if they didn't move soon, it-

Shabooom. The little structure blew apart like a pinata hit by a cannon shell. It was like that, but in actuality it blew up exactly like a small structure that was filled almost to the brim with gunpowder and other mildly explosive influences.

Dude was not happy. Not only had he been burned halfway to skeletal, but he'd had to look at the explosion, which was decidedly uncool. Not to mention the fact that everyone seemed to have forgotten that they were on a super important mission.

It was time to lay down the hammer. Assuming everyone was okay. Assessing Dhaelhel first- who he realized was gone after a moment, further angering him- he makes his way towards Curtana and the man, to make sure they'd escaped the blast. He was gonna have words, and maybe break his no-eating-brains rule if that man had let her come to harm.

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At the sound of the man shouting, Kestrad turned to look at him. When the small structure exploded, the demon hunter lifted up his arm as if to shield himself. Flame and debris struck a formation made out of hexagonal shapes pieced together to create a barrier.

It kept Curtana and Kestrad unharmed by the explosion. And once the danger had passed, Kestrad let down his arm.

"Are you alright," Kestrad asked the girl. He seemed genuinely concerned for her health. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and spotted Jarlas. A protective expression overcame the man's face and he stood in one swift motion. The pistols that had been holstered earlier were pointed directly at Jarlas's head.

It was obvious that the man was some sort of undead.

Kestrad was readying to pull the trigger. There was to be no warning.

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The blast knocked Curtana out of her haze a little. There was a ringing in her ears now, and the man's words were muffled. She didn't answer him. She didn't know the answer herself.

However, when the man spotted Jarlas and pointed the pistols towards him, panic gripped her chest. She tried to grab at the man, to get his attention. Anything to stop him from doing what he was doing. "N-no..!" She said, her voice cracking. "Don't hurt him..!" The edges of her vision were becoming dark, specked with stars as her arms began blaze again due to the 'burns' on her arms.

"Friend.." She managed to get out before she leaned back, half in and out of consciousness.

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"Put that gorram thing out of my face before I take your arms," Jarlas shouts at the man as he slows to a halt. He could see Curtana from where he was, so he decided not to risk being shot in the face. He'd be red with rage by that point, if he could be. Red he was not, but rage he was incarnate.

He remembered he had suffered some pretty serious looking wounds, and glares at the man. "Yeah, I'm a zombie, I'm not gonna hurt ya. Your brain probably doesn' even taste all that good, I'd wager, given 'ow long it took ya to respond to a gorram order." He was simmering down a bit, but he turns his gaze on Curtana, who looked like she was losing it a bit.

Oh, he wanted to yell at her, too. Dhaelhel, as well- Especially Dhaelhel. He felt this was her fault somehow. Unfortunately he couldn't vent at them both, and he'd be damned if he just took out his anger on Curtana.

Grinding his teeth a little bit, he stares the man in the face. "So, who're you, then?" He'd reserve thanks until after he made sure the guy wasn't going to kill him.

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Kestrad stood down and holstered his pistol. He raised up his hands to show that he was not going to shoot.

"I apologize," the man said. "As I said to the girl here, I am Kestrad Berle. I am a demon hunter. I heard the scream and came to help." Out of the corner of his eye, Kestrad saw that Curtana was having a difficult time staying conscious.

"Whoa now," Kestrad said, pulling the girl close to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and gave the girl a good shake. "Stay awake now. I can't have you falling asleep on us. You may never wake up if you do." Kestrad touched Curtana is a professional manner. He didn't seem to take any liking to the girl. His actions were all genuine, as if there were people out there just willing to selflessly help another.

"We have to move her," Kestrad said to Jarlas before he added, "Unless you have a better idea?" There was no hint of sarcasm or a need of dominance. He was as willing to follow as he was to lead.

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Curtana blinked as Kestrad shook her but it only seemed to be a temporary awareness. Her head flopped to the side, still fighting to stay conscious, as the man commanded.

"Why can't I sleep.." Her words were sluggish, as if she had one too many drinks in her. "I-I'm tired.." She said in a murmur, closing her eyes completely.

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Jarlas wanted to be angry at the man, but he was being nothing but accomodating for them. And yet, he had his hands all over his woman.
Er.
His travelling companion, dammit.

"Well, Kestrad Berle, I'm Jarlas Fraiture, former all-sorts-of-better-than-currently. I-" he pauses as the opposing man tries to keep Curtana awake. Jarlas frowns a bit at this. She would have been better awake, he thought, but then he thinks better. Looking down at his marred, ripped open body, he decided against trying to help keep her awake. He couldn't bear to let her see him like this.

"Let her sleep," he says quietly. "She'll wake up later. I'm sure Dhaelhel'll be able t' help with that," he says, a touch bitter. He still wanted words with that one.

"We need t' find somewhere t' lay low. Regroup. Find our other companion... dunno if you saw her or not. Might be a him next time we meet. Altern'tively super sexy woman or big stupid brute man with wings." He had a clear preference for the two, even if he was happy with neither.

Retreiving his metal rod, he twirls it briefly before dropping it. His body was losing some of its cohesion, he realizes with a dim look down at the thing. Picking it back up, he speaks to the man. "I'd make us a safe haven, but I'm overloadin' this thing as it is, and it's about my only use righ' about now." He was starting to feel the same uselessness Dhaelhel had felt, descending upon him. "So... got any ideas?"

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"That depends on where you are traveling," Kestrad answered Jarlas. He had decided to let the girl sleep against his better judgement. The man had witnessed many people close their eyes and knew that they would never open them again. He prayed that it would not be the case that time.

"It is best that we do not stay here," Kestrad said. There was a ... being in the woods killing everything in its path and it had not been the shadow beast. It was something else. It bled the bodies and left them to rot.

"It's your call, Fraiture," Kestrad said as he looked up at the man. Curtana was lifted into Kestrad's arms easily enough. She didn't weigh too much but his body would be overcome with the extenuating need for endurance later down the path.

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Curtana murmured under her breath as he picked her up, but it was mostly inaudible. Something about spirits. She was rather light, but even her weight would become burdensome after a while.

She looked up at Kestrad once more before she could not stop her eyes from drooping shut. And then, she began to dream.

She dreamed she was back home, back in the forest she grew up in. It was often she thought of home. Even if she had not cared for any of the elves there, it was the most beautiful forest she had ever seen. And the spirits knew a lot there, a lot more than some of the newer spirits in the younger forests. Normally though, she would dream herself playing the flute underneath a large 500 year old tree, who's roots had grown in such a way, it almost made a cavern underneath itself. She use to play there all the time, and it was hard to tell her ancient friend goodbye.

But this time she dreamed of being in the class with her tutors, teaching her and her peers of the old tales of the world. The one particular in this class was of the Guardian and The Black Witch. The purpose of these classes were to help the future generations learn from past mistakes and to try to prevent them. Curtana stayed close towards the back of the class, but she stuck out like a sore thumb. Her face was not as angled as the other children and her hair was coppery red instead of black or silver or even green.

She hated this class.

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Great. Great! Leave everything up to the guy who has the tactical experience.
Selfish git.
Jarlas' thought process was more or less hatred for everything still, but he recognized that it was all up to him.

"I don't know the area," he said after a moment. "But I'm not goin' back up the hill. I say we make for open land an' try to spot our flying friend. If nothing else, it'll be easier for me to find a spot to make shelter." He was still opposed to the idea, but with Curtana out of it, and pistol dude carrying her, they were a bit defenseless without proper shelter.

Jarlas starts off in a random direction.

"So," he says, conversationally. "Nice guns. Did you make 'em?"

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"This is the eastern portion of Lochway Forest in Weston," Kestrad informed Jarlas. It was obvious that these people may have been travelers of some kind. Those who were born in Weston knew Lochway Forest fairly well. The fact that Jarlas and the girl stuck out like two sore thumbs was obvious. They were definitely not from Weston.

"I did not make my weapons, no," Kestrad said. No one had asked him about the pistols in a long while. It made him smile.

"My great-great grandfather, I believe, was the one that smith them. They have been in the family for generations, passed from father to son, and so on," Kestrad explained.

"My family is known for its gunslinger lineage and demon hunting. You didn't seem to recognize my family name, however," he said to Jarlas as they walked through the forest. Kestrad looked down at the sleeping Curtana. She still seemed to be breathing which was always a good sign.

"So, I wouldn't happen to be holding your ..." Kestrad left the statement unfinished. He didn't know why a pretty young girl would be with a ...well, a zombie, like Jarlas. He wasn't one to judge. His first love had been an elven witch.

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"There are times that 'just doing' has been very successful, Fang," Adella said. She had her hood down and was showing her face. There was a nervousness in her glance. Adella kept looking out of the corners of her eyes as if she feared someone was watching her, or following. If Fang asked about it the vampire would say a placating excuse that mentioned something about her Sire. It was nothing, really, she would say.

"Shh. Fang," Adella said, tugging on his arm. It was strong, the tug. She hadn't been to mindful of the strength she used. Instead she was focused on making him stop. Layang paused too, just on the other side of Adella.

The woman's irises went wide in dilation. There was no white left to rim around the black pools. In the darkness of the forest, Adella could see every single detail, down to the tiniest vein in a newborn leaf.

"I hear footsteps and voices," Adella said. Layang bent at the knees and leaped up into a tree soundlessly. Not a single leaf rustled as he settled himself on a branch. The man disappeared into the foliage and became like the natural shadows of the forest.

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The dream shifted. She was now in her room, a normal sight. She was locked in this room more times than she cared to count, usually when her mother had guests over. It was a simple room, dark right now as it was the middle of the night. There was one small window high on the wall. She remembered she could look through it when she had the chair under it.

Shifting from her simple bed, she quietly shifted over to the chair and picked it up, walking it over to the window before climbing it to look out of it.

The moon was full tonight and it shone through the tops of the trees of the forest surrounding their city. A city hidden among giants. Trees here looked as though they could touch the heavens, if they really wished for it. And the city looked as though it had grown from the trees as well, as if the trees felt the need to shelter the elves that lived beneath their large roots. The spirits here were old, and danced in the air with each other from sun rise to sun rise, keeping the forest alive with their ancient wisdom.

They taught her things. Taught her things that they normally wouldn't teach the elves that could see them. They said she was special.

Her heart ached to think about her home. She did not miss any of the elves, but the trees and the spirits were her best friends growing up.

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"Yeah, 'm not from around these parts," Jarlas says dismissively. Telling him the name of the place didn't really help much. He was more interested in the guns than the man or where they were anyways. He was about to ask about that when Kestrad posed another question.

"My what? What're you gettin' at, eh? She's..." Jarlas finds himself pausing. What the hell was she to him. "Special," he decides on. "Just special to me. I don't fuckin' know. Back to you," he says, expertly deflecting the conversation.

"Those guns are really impressive," Jarlas says, making sure to embellish the word 'impressive.' "I dare say they're probably... legendary in quality. Yeah?"

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Fang could sense them now too, more clearly at least. More people in his woods. His. His only. No one else should be a part of his Nature. Gritting his teeth, so much so that his gums started to bleed, Fang would restrain himself. He wanted to end their lives right now.

Deep down, there was a concern for his ever growing bloodlust, his avarice, and his willingness to do things he once considered immoral, and depraved. But such emotions were no longer useful for this godling. He'd realized enough time had passed. Enough of nature's suffering, and needless destruction at the hands of creatures such as these. If only he had realized it sooner, perhaps things would not have gotten as bad as they were now.

"When do we attack, Ella? I grow tired of waiting." The relaxed, lazy drawl he had developed over his life was gone for now, replaced by cold words, and an icy glare in the direction of their prey.

Somewhere, on a plane of existence far from this material realm, a woman began to weep.