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| The Life of Count Flamel | |
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| Count Flamel | Fri Jun 24, 2005 7:03 pm Post #1 |
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Curiosity 21 June - " tanding not to far from all the commotion was Count Flamel. He could see all that was happening off in the distance. A demon of fire was killing at random: his first victim was a small human boy, the next who knows. Seeing this was not something one would find daily. This was an abomination to the world. The demon had no sense of order, and was killing all who he saw. This was a diabolical act indeed. Being a holy man as Count Flamel was, he could not stand by and watch this without interfering for the better of life. Even though he was not trained much in the art of combat and magic, or any other art, Flamel did not care, for what this demon was committing was slaughter. He could not let this go on.Count Flamel was in range of sound of the demon and yelled out: 'This diabolical slaughter shall cease! Demon! I say halt!'" he demon had heard him, and yelled: "If you want me to stop, you're going to have to come and make me!" And the demon continued to kill more innocent civilians of the City of Balefire. Whilst it was firing its arrows at his target, it spoke again: "Don't you just love that smell? I must say that its quite refreshing!"
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| Count Flamel | Fri Jun 24, 2005 7:11 pm Post #2 |
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23 June - " ount Flamel, after hearing the monster’s reply, walked slowly towards the demon through the screaming crowd of helpless civilians. As he walked he unsheathed his katana and let it dangle at his left side. Once he was twenty feet in range of the flaming abomination, Count Flamel yelled out to it: 'You are persistent in your slaughtering, and you ignored my demand, and for that you shall pay demon! I had given a chance just earlier, and you purposefully ignored me and proceeded in killing even more innocent civilians! By the name of God, you shall perish!' Count Flamel was angry; his wings became a black glow instead of the normal white hue. There was a slight breeze in the air that blew left of Flamel. His maroon cloak blew in the wind across the held katana, as did his black wings. He stood there starring down the demon waiting for it to notice him and to stop murdering innocent humans." he demon turned to Flamel and aimed it's arrow at him. And it spoke: "You mean you actually care for these people? They are sinners! People who practice dark rituals, and shadow magic. And for this reason, I send them to the Abyss where they belong! Demons, vampires, and drows call this place home. And you, would protect them?"" ount Flamel instantly pulled up his katana towards his face in response to the demon aiming its arrow at Flamel. He wouldn’t take any chances. His defense would by the ruler over the offense. Count Flamel thought it better to always be on your guard then to carelessly charge at your enemy and be easily hit. His defense would be Flamel’s main priority of both the people around him and himself.After listening to the demon talk, Count Flamel spoke out: 'As it seems by my eyes, you are also a demon, are you not? Do you not call this place your home, or are you an outcast of your own kind, the black sheep?' He hoped that by stating this that the demon would verbally attack Flamel instead of physically attacking him." he demon chuckled, and spoke: "Hardly. I merely despise the weak. Those who would run in times of war, rather than choose a side and fight with gained allies. They ran to the Shadow Plane. And when a horde of undead threatened their peace, they ran back home, crying like babies... I must ask. What is one such as yourself doing in this place? This... city of evil... Unless you are on some sort of one-man crusade, I'd imagine you'd be lingering among others such as yourself."" nd Count Flamel mockingly spoke to the demon: 'Even though what you say may be true, it is a sin to kill life. Why was it that you were slaughtering them? Just because they happen to have brains and run in terror of the powerful when they know that if they do not, then they might as well kill themselves because the evils of the shadow plane do not want such weak humans to carry around? Isn’t that so? Or is it that they were all criminals of evil and you are the Lord’s bow killing all that sinned? That little boy you killed first, what did he ever do to disserve death by the hands of someone like you?' The wings of Count Flamel darkened even more. The light around Flamel’s body was beginning to fade away into an aura of darkness. It was as if he was blocking off all the light around him.And Count Flamel spoke again: 'And my being here? Why, I am what someone would call a wanderer. I venture from building to building, city to city, land to land, plane to plane, and as I venture, I bring along a sword of righteousness to rid the universe of all evils I may encounter – today, that evil being you.' Count Flamel raised his right hand and pointed at the demon as he said the last few words." he demon sighed and let down his bow and arrow and said: "Fine then... It seems you have gotten me. I apologize for my anger getting... out of hand. Although I cannot bring back those I have killed today, I hear that this city is skilled in necromancy. And if these citizens were really of true importance, then I'm sure they'll be back to they're pathetic lives tommorrow." And it turned around and walked away saying: "Perhaps sometime in the future, we shall meet again. And maybe I might be in the mood to have a fight... If you still wish to fight me, than I'm afraid you'll have to hunt me down to do so!"
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| Count Flamel | Fri Jun 24, 2005 7:13 pm Post #3 |
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24 June - " ithout saying a word, Count Flamel let the demon leave as he wished. Flamel watched as it walked into the distance and disappeared from his sight. He looked around after seeing it had left hoping to find some survivors, but all was futile, for all who the monster had attacked lied dead on the ground. All the others had fled in fear to safety. Even though this city was already plagued by the Shadow Plane, Count Flamel could not watch a demon randomly killing people in the open as it had done.Count Flamel walked over to the fallen arrow the demon had dropped and picked it up. He analyzed it carefully, but all failed, for it was simply an ordinary arrow. And so Flamel had nothing left to do within this city of darkness, and so he left – him and the arrow." With all due respect, Jehan Florian
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| Count Flamel | Sun Jun 26, 2005 12:52 am Post #4 |
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Resting in the Shadows 23 June - " eaning tiresomely against the rocky cave wall, Count Flamel rested hoping to find time to mentally fight against his flaw of nightmares. Ever since he was resurrected by God, Count Flamel has had an unpleasant curse of nightmares. Every night it seemed he would fall asleep and quickly, or so it felt to him, wake up screaming from the frightening vision he witnessed. He wished that tonight it would not happen like so. He hoped by resting during the day that he would not need to take his night time to the common event of sleeping. He hoped he would be able to stay awake this night. Hope is all he could conjure up concerning this matter.And he spoke to himself: 'Time and time again I have fallen asleep into a world of nightmares, but this night I hope this to not happen. By resting here I should have enough energy to last me the night.' But it was that Count Flamel was not looking too far ahead into the future to see that the next night it would be all the same." nd Count Flamel heard another, and this man spoke out: "Having trouble sleeping, eh?"" earing the voice of another being, Count Flamel lifted his head and looked towards the direction of the man’s voice. Slowly he lifted himself from the cave’s wall and walked a bit closer to the man to which he would be able to make out who he was. Count Flamel took a few steps and saw that this man wore clothing of white, which made Flamel feel somewhat better knowing that evil beings rarely wore white, and holy beings mostly wore white. He assumed that this man must not be evil, and thus felt safe that he would hopefully not engage upon Flamel.And so Flamel answered the man politely: 'It is not that I am having trouble sleeping here, Sir, rather it is that I wish not to sleep. Does that seem queer to you? If so, that is fine, for I am almost always thought queer, for my appearance frightens many, or at least it makes others feel uncomfortable. Many people flee from me, and it is rather tiresome. I hope to God that you are not frightened by my look and flee from me.'" nd the man spoke: "I have seen my fair share of undead and demons in my time as a paladin... May I ask, why you do not choose to sleep? Perhaps someone is hunting you? If so, I'd suggest confronting them, or you will live your life in fear... If you need a hand, I will offer my help with no questions asked."
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| Count Flamel | Sun Jun 26, 2005 1:05 am Post #5 |
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24 June - " he first sentence this man told to Count Flamel made him angry at first, but he controlled it and let it slide. Flamel is no demon or undead monster; no. He is, in fact, just an abandoned prince who had been raised from the dead by the Lord to have a second chance in life. And the wings that are bond to his back, those God gave him as both a curse and a blessing. They are a curse because it is that aspect of his appearance that frightens many who see him, and Flamel has emotions of sadness, grief, loneliness and anger because of these wings. But they are also a blessing because they, not only give him flight at times, but because it gives Flamel a sense of power and control over those that are weak. Some people become so afraid of his look that they would do anything to serve Flamel and hopefully keep their lives, but their thoughts are all mislead by prejudice. And these wings are a symbol of Christianity given to him by the Lord to show the world that God truly exists.And so Count Flamel spoke: 'No! I am no demon or undead as you say, nor am I an angel as many others presume. I am mortal, but it does not seem so by these angelic wings,' as Flamel said this, he pointed towards the soft glowing wings that raped around his body, 'Am I right?' He paused for a short moment and continued: 'And to make it clear to you how I felt when you stated that sentence about demons and undead as you presumed I was, that made me angry at first, for it has been too many times that others have called me things like demon, or undead. But luckily enough, I did not let my rage out. Please, Sir, it hurts me when you prejudge me so. Would kindly never do it again?' As of then, Count Flamel had not answered the man’s question ('why you do not choose to sleep?') He wished to move the topic of prejudice out of the way before he was asked such questions." nd the man apologized: "I apologize. I didn't mean to offend. And if it offends you, than I promise it won't slip my tongue again... Now, why exactly are you here, and choosing not to sleep?"" ount Flamel felt relieved to hear the man apologize. And so, Count Flamel answered him: 'Sir, I choose not to sleep because I am cursed with the flaw of nightmares. It terrifies me to fall asleep because I know that when I do, I will be consumed by the dream world into a fantasy of horrors. These horrors are not demons and monsters as many others normally have in their nightmare; no. These consist of terrible moments I had witnessed in my first life… I am sorry if I am getting too far ahead of myself,' Count Flamel had not told the man of his resurrection, but it would be only too soon when he would have to in order to not confuse the man. And he continued: 'Am I confusing you as of yet?' Count Flamel was sure that the man would be confused with the last sentence he had stated. Not many others are accustomed to have two lives. Talking to this fellow about himself would be an excellent way of staying awake for Flamel." nd the man answered: "Just a little... I'm afraid I don't quite understand the 'first life' part. You claim that you are not undead, yet you have had two lives? Or are you speaking of something completely different?"" his was thrown into shock that he may be considered undead. At times, such things are hard to see the difference between. Two beings that were raised from the dead are most of the time thought as the same.Count Flamel walked over to his right and leaned back against the wall. He disliked to stand for too long. And so he explained: 'The undead are, indeed, ones that have been risen from the dead, as I was, but they and I are not the same. Undead creatures are soulless beings that have been resurrected, and I too was resurrected, but unlike them, I have a soul. The Lord himself raised me from the grave giving me back my life and my soul, and I am grateful to Him. And thus, I am in my second life after being resurrected… Do you see now our difference? Do you understand now, or are you still puzzled?'" he man understood and spoke: "So I see, there is a difference between the two. Undead are evil and malicious, and you, are not. So, I suppose now you live a life of repentance? To make up for the pain that you caused in your first life? Or are these nightmares punishment for your sins in the past? Or perhaps both?"" his man had understood well enough, and now more questions arose. Count Flamel answered the man: 'Yes; you are correct on both of your presumptions. In my first life, I was abandoned as a child and walked the northern ice land with grief, despair, and hatred. My parents were the rulers of a small city and left me to die. Because of my older brother, he who was chosen as the heir to the throne, my parents thought me futile and decided to make rid of me, but alas, I had lived my life eating birds, rats, insects, and other such vial. And when I became older, I found refuge in the City of Balefire as a homeless man living in a box and begging others for food, clothes, money, anything I could get my hands on.' Flamel closed his eyes and paused for a moment, for what he was about to explain, he had never told anyone before in both his life times. Slowly, he continued: 'After a decade of being a beggar in the city, a sudden urge for revenge overwhelmed me. After too many years of living a life of poverty, remorse and prejudice, after the many times I was treated so horribly, not because I was poor and begged so much, but because I appeared to them as a monster due to my… ugly appearance,' He had trouble admitting the fact that he is ugly. It is a hard task to admit such bad qualities about yourself. And so, Count Flamel continued: 'For that is way you see not my face because I hide it from the world so that I may be equal to everyone,' A moment of silence overcame the cave, but it did not last. Flamel had not finished. He continued: 'This urge of revenge overwhelmed me, as I already have said, and it made me do terrible deeds. I killed all those who had apposed me and treated me unjustly. And so it was that I killed my parents and my brother, for he also treated me so horribly when I was a child… Do I sound like a monster to you?'" nd the man answered: "You were a monster. But one could only presume that someone would turn out like that, after being treated in such ways. But now, that you lead a life of repentance, you are no monster. I mean, if I was thrown out by my parents and left for dead, I probably would have gone after them too. Also, there are much worse things than nightmares to fear. Although I have never had ones such as you, I would imagine demons and the undead much worse. They lurk in the shadows of Imythess, everywhere. The scum of this country. They are the ones you should fear, and hate. This is just my opinion." And then he sadly said: "I am afraid my time runs short. I have enjoyed your company. But before I leave, my I ask your name?"
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| Count Flamel | Sun Jun 26, 2005 7:10 am Post #6 |
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25 June - " istening most respectfully to the man, Count Flamel was not feeling the least bit sleepy. As of yet, his plan for staying awake was working quite well, but hearing that this man wished to leave, Flamel felt a bit of sadness knowing that his company was leaving so soon. The man had just arrived, but it was only reasonable because it probably was getting late. And so, Count Flamel answered the man: 'Yes, I do not know your name Sir, nor do you know my name. I presume that we shall share our names with each other; yes?' Without letting the man answer to this most futile question, Count Flamel continued to speak: 'I am know as Count Flamel, but I am quite certain that it isn’t my birth name, for I have forgotten it while roaming in the snowy lands of the North. And who might you be Sir?'" he man smiled, and said: "Most call me Wart. It isn't a typical name, but I guess I'm not your typical person. It was a pleasure meeting you, Count. I shall remember your name, and until we meet again." He bowed to Count Flamel, and turned to leave. Just before he left he spoke again: "And if you ever need help with any undead or demons, I'm always willing to help." And Wart walked away through the darkness of the cave." ount Flamel bowed as the man did to him and watched him walk away into the darkness of the tunnel. He sat there thinking. He knew not what to do now, but he did know that he still wished to not fall asleep and witness another horrifying nightmare as he almost always has had. And so, he stood up and walked in the opposite direction of which Wart had went to spend the night within the tunnels wandering them with no thought of where he was going."With all due respect, Jehan Florian
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tanding not to far from all the commotion was Count Flamel. He could see all that was happening off in the distance. A demon of fire was killing at random: his first victim was a small human boy, the next who knows. Seeing this was not something one would find daily. This was an abomination to the world. The demon had no sense of order, and was killing all who he saw. This was a diabolical act indeed. Being a holy man as Count Flamel was, he could not stand by and watch this without interfering for the better of life. Even though he was not trained much in the art of combat and magic, or any other art, Flamel did not care, for what this demon was committing was slaughter. He could not let this go on.
he demon had heard him, and yelled:
ount Flamel, after hearing the monster’s reply, walked slowly towards the demon through the screaming crowd of helpless civilians. As he walked he unsheathed his katana and let it dangle at his left side. Once he was twenty feet in range of the flaming abomination, Count Flamel yelled out to it:
nd Count Flamel mockingly spoke to the demon:
ithout saying a word, Count Flamel let the demon leave as he wished. Flamel watched as it walked into the distance and disappeared from his sight. He looked around after seeing it had left hoping to find some survivors, but all was futile, for all who the monster had attacked lied dead on the ground. All the others had fled in fear to safety. Even though this city was already plagued by the Shadow Plane, Count Flamel could not watch a demon randomly killing people in the open as it had done.
eaning tiresomely against the rocky cave wall, Count Flamel rested hoping to find time to mentally fight against his flaw of nightmares. Ever since he was resurrected by God, Count Flamel has had an unpleasant curse of nightmares. Every night it seemed he would fall asleep and quickly, or so it felt to him, wake up screaming from the frightening vision he witnessed. He wished that tonight it would not happen like so. He hoped by resting during the day that he would not need to take his night time to the common event of sleeping. He hoped he would be able to stay awake this night. Hope is all he could conjure up concerning this matter.
earing the voice of another being, Count Flamel lifted his head and looked towards the direction of the man’s voice. Slowly he lifted himself from the cave’s wall and walked a bit closer to the man to which he would be able to make out who he was. Count Flamel took a few steps and saw that this man wore clothing of white, which made Flamel feel somewhat better knowing that evil beings rarely wore white, and holy beings mostly wore white. He assumed that this man must not be evil, and thus felt safe that he would hopefully not engage upon Flamel.
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