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WE WON GANG AND I ALREADY HAVE A THEORY.
My friend and I had a rant after we saw the trailer cuz she is the only person I know who likes the game. And I was rewatching the trailer for the 10000th time and I noticed something. Every npc that the player talks to speaks in some way. All except one, the guy who puts his hand on the hero’s shoulder when Humphrey says ‘chancers’.
Now.
I might be being delusional. Or too in love to accept anything else. But I KNOW THAT PRETTY BROWN HAIR. I KNOW THAT NOSE. And I am CONVINCED that that mf has to be my boy Reaver.
He is the only npc that doesn’t speak, even the player speaks. Reaver has the most recognisable voice in the entire franchise (Therese being closely behind) thanks to the goat that is Stephen Fry. If Reaver was in the game they wouldn’t show any voice lines, they’d wanna have a semi big reveal like they did in Fable 3. Leaving hints throughout the game before they introduce him into the story.
And with this game being set before 2 (the guild being very much alive and very much not burned) this potentially being Reaver means that’ll be before Oakvale burned. MEANING WE MIGHT SEE IT.
And the hand on shoulder? The look? THE SUNSET? ROMANTIC MUCH?
WHAT IF???? JUST WHAT IF???? The ‘her’ that Reaver talks about in his diary entries in Fable 2 is the hero we play as in this game. It’s not as likely mainly because we don’t know if the hero will be strictly female, we may get a gender selection. But imagine!!!!! I will take any excuse to romance reaver! Even if that means I’ll be killed in a town spread fire after he sacrificed me to stay a pretty boy forever!
REAVER! I SEE YOU!
‼️🚨FABLE OC FABLE OC🚨‼️
Remember this guy ???
Well this is him now
Feel old yet?
Ok but in all seriousness I am so proud of how far my art has come over the last few years or so. Pose references and digital art has literally saved my life!!!
First drawing of Braeley Briggs in so long and I am so proud of how he turned out, thank you Jaskier from the Witcher for being the reference for this drawing. Coming up to the one year anniversary of when I made him
Hammer: I love the new eyeshadow. Glad you’re finally covering up those eyebags.
Reaver: oh aren’t you nice! It’s a shame you can’t do the same. Though I suppose one can’t apply eyeshadow so low on the face can they?
Hammer: hmmmm hmm…you look pale. I think you need to get a tan on
Reaver: oh I’d love to but you’re blocking all the sun
Hammer:
Reaver:
Everytime someone draws Fable 2 Reaver with a heart tattoo and not a mole an angel looses its wings
Why are so many of you so confidently shipping full on siblings just for the sake of a bit of angst. Do I need to call someone? Do you need help? Are you tired?
On the Dock
Fable 2 one shot
This is technically the prologue for a bigger fanfic that I’m in the process of writing but knowing me that’ll take forever so I’m posting it here as a one shot. This is basically a look at Sparrows mental state directly after the spire, that moment always felt weird playing it so here’s what it was like for Sparrow to live it.
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She didn’t move. The wooden dock creaked under her feet, the gentle waves wrapping around the beams securing its place. The wind pushed past her gently, so gently that her hair, her clothes, nothing moved. She didn’t move. The sounds of trees and the hustle and bustle of oakfield met her ears and she heard them but she hadn’t heard them, in that moment she was without senses, she took in no sound, she noticed nothing about her surroundings , she didn’t feel the wind sting her just as she didn’t feel the gun still in her hand. Warm. She didn’t move. She was separated from that moment, she was nowhere at all, her body stood on that dock but her mind was transfixed on the spire, away from it but staring. Staring.
There was a sense of injustice. Injustice at the fact it was over so quickly. Her whole life she had spent preparing for one moment, 20 years full of sacrifice after sacrifice all leading her to that moment. 20 years of purpose against a lifetime of nothing. It was over. Her vengeance gave her a reason, a reason to keep fighting not just for herself but for the world, for Albion, for Rose, and now she had nothing but a feeling of emptiness and a statue with her name. How could she live a normal life without that goal? How could she live knowing she filled no purpose? For the first time in a very long time she felt utterly alone.
Her faithful friend was taken from after her. Her companions had vanished one by one in front of her, leaving her behind, living their lives. One by one, her only comfort through it all, some more than others, some for more selfish reasons, had gone. Her quest was done, her half cocked mission was completed and all that was left was this intolerable nothing.
Why?
She blinked at the spire, her mind returning to that moment, the dock creaking beneath her feet, the gentle waves beneath it, the wind pushing past her short hair, and the sounds. She noticed it all. She clenched the gun in her hand and moved her gaze from the spire.
She didn’t move.
They give the vibe of people who hate each other finding out they like the same music and proceeding to bond while listening to the music on a road trip
Hey! Have an art dump of my Fable OC to celebrate the anniversary of the first time I drew him!
Bonus: that one digital drawing where I used Jaskier as a reference.
It was nice meeting you
Fable one shot
This takes place around 2 years after the events of Fable 3 and Logan is forced convinced to go to a festival is Oakfield. While sulking in the nearby woods he meets a someone with an appreciation for ale and music.
OC content
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Even with the hustle and bustle of the golden oak festival, and the distant music of bards and the cheers of the crowd, Oakfield was peaceful, far more peaceful than Bowerstone had ever been with its loud and crowded city air, it offered an escape from the castle and the ever tiring looks of disdain from the Queens court. It was only natural that one could be swept along with the festivities and give their mind a break.
Logan however, could not. Even when he was there with the rest of Oakfield he couldn’t allow himself to relax, he stood away from crowds and watched his sister mingle with the townsfolk and dance with that soldier boy, actually enjoying herself. His mind was too preoccupied to join in, now and then he’d catch people staring, glaring at him, making him retreat even more. He had expected as much, he hardly blamed any of them for their discomfort, if his sister hadn’t come to him with such insistence and begged him to attend, he would’ve stayed home. He paced along the edge of the water, a fair way away from the celebration in town to give himself some space to think. Why was he here? Why did it ever occur to him that this might be a good idea? He could barely return to the castle without an intense wave of regret washing over him, a festival, with it’s joy and merriment and devotion to all things good and pure, was even worse for it.
Logan wondered if his sister had noticed his absence and if she would notice if he took a carriage back to the castle. His feet had barely began to walk back to the direction of town before a sound caught his attention. The sound of the festival had been muffled under the waterfall and rusting of trees, but he could hear this one clearly, the singing, and it wasn’t far from him. He walked cautiously towards the sound, towards the old Wellspring his mother had been all those years ago
As he approached the steps of the old ruined entrance, the music becoming clearer and clearer with each step he took, he could make out a figure at atop the crumbling wall strumming a lute and singing. The young man had his eyes closed with his head turned towards the sky, seemingly lost in his song. The sun shone through the trees making his chestnut hair appear almost red. Logan stood a few feet away from the man with his shoulders square watching as he’d muddle some of the words and curse under his breath before continuing his playing.
“Woe’s my heart I walk alone. Far from him…far from- far from…me? Oh for the love of…” The man’s voice had a soft lilt to it and it cursed again as the man repeatedly struggled with a section of the song and adjusted his position, he let the lute rest in his left hand and took a swig of an Ale bottle that from where Logan was standing appeared out of nowhere. “Oy Da how did you do it?” The man mumbled to himself and adjusted his position again so he could continue playing, before he could he looked up and noticed Logan standing a few feet away watching him intently “oy good Mornin’ down there! Howya?” The man beamed down at Logan, his enthusiasm at a crowd was obvious and the sudden change in atmosphere made Logan recoil.
“Pardon?” Logan put his arms behind his back, his blank face incongruous to the confused tone of his question.
“Howya. How are you? Enjoyin the festival?” Logan prepared to answer with a firm ‘no’ but the man continued speaking and he lost his chance “don’t let my current playing sway ya. I’ve got better tunes with me for when I perform I promise you that”
Logan looked at him curiously “you’re a performer?”
“Oh yeah! I’m on at sunset so I’ve got a ways to go yet” the man turned his body fully towards Logan so his legs were dangling off the edge of the wall. He rested the lute in his left hand again and took another swig of his ale, which Logan could now see did in fact not appear out of nowhere. He pointed towards town with the bottle in his hand “not havin fun?”
“I rarely find any social event entertaining, but my sister was expected to make an appearance and insisted I come along. I had to respect that” Logan walked a few paces to his right, his arms still glued behind his back. He looked back at the town, thinking surely his sister must have noticed he was gone now and he wondered if he should go back, the thought of the townsfolk made him shake off the thought.
They were silent for a moment, Logan now facing away from the man and staring at the town. His attention was back on the man at the sound of his giving a short whistle in his direction. His head snapped back.
The man pulled a face at Logan’s sudden acknowledgement before laughing slightly his hand holding his lute was extended towards Logan “Oy bud, mind holdin this, it’s just I wanna get down but I’ve got some drink in me and I don’t wanna drop her”
Logan stared at him for a moment before taking a breath and stepping toward him. He carefully took the lute from the man and held it in both arms.
“Right don’t break her” he pointed at Logan with the ale bottle in hand again “she belonged do my Da” he placed his foot on a protruding piece of stone from the wall and twisted his body so he could scale the wall down. Now and then his foot would slip and Logan would instinctively step forward but the man was quick even in his half drunken state and managed to catch himself before he fell, the wall wasn’t particularly tall so if he were to lose his footing, it would have little to no effect on him.
Once he was down he pulled at the cuffs of his rolled up sleeves and wiped at pieces of dirt that clung to his purple tunic. He was shorter than he seemed now he was facing him, coming up to Logan’s chest and Logan could make out freckles and a faint scar across the bridge of his nose. He took another swig of his ale and gestured towards his lute “Ta very much” he took the lute back in his hands and secured it to his back using a leather strap. why he didn’t do that before instead of pawning it off on Logan, he would never know.
The man went to take another swig of his ale but pulled a face when he realised the bottle was empty “Oy” the man gave a dissatisfied sigh “Right. I’m headin’ back to town if I wanna stock up on some drink before that thieving gobshite Colin nicks it all” He begins to walk away, turning back as he walked “it was grand meeting ya bud, come watch me perform yeah? Might cheer you up like”.
He turned away from Logan and sauntered towards the town. As he walked Logan took notice of his fingers tapping rhythmically against the ale bottle
Logan stood still for a moment debating if he should return to the town. He worried for his sister and a part of him hoped she was worried for him, for a moment he turned towards the town and prepared himself to walk back. Then the image of their faces flashed in his head, and he was reminded that no on in Oakfield apart from his sister really wanted him there.
He turned away and began to walk back to the stream.
The sound of that lilted voice yelling after him caught his attention and stopped him dead in his tracks. He spun around to see the man standing at the end of the path “Oy! Bud! my Mammy raised me with manners so I apologise”
“For what?” Logan yelled back at the man with a clear authoritative voice, addressing the man as if he were a soldier in his guard.
The man beamed. “For not introducing myself sure” he said it so matter of fact as if it was obvious as to why he was screaming at Logan from several feet away “I’m Braeley. Braeley Briggs”
Logan’s face remained stern “Logan” Logan bowed his head slightly “It’s a pleasure to meet you”
Braeley’s face dropped slightly for a brief moment and Logan felt his stomach drop at the resemblance to the looks he got from the townsfolk. Logan squared his shoulders in defence.
Braeley’s face furrowed in thought then changed after a few seconds and Logan thought he saw his shoulders jolt with a huff of laughter, then he smiled again.
“it’s nice to meet you Logan “
How the hell do you clean the gunk out of a charging port
come get your silly man guys
how every fable game starts: it’s chewsday, innit
how every fable game ends: the most nuanced, heartbreaking and ultimately cathartic depiction of loss and trauma and grief and tragedy you’ve ever fucking seen
how every fable game starts: it’s chewsday, innit
how every fable game ends: the most nuanced, heartbreaking and ultimately cathartic depiction of loss and trauma and grief and tragedy you’ve ever fucking seen
how every fable game starts: it’s chewsday, innit
how every fable game ends: the most nuanced, heartbreaking and ultimately cathartic depiction of loss and trauma and grief and tragedy you’ve ever fucking seen
how every fable game starts: it’s chewsday, innit
how every fable game ends: the most nuanced, heartbreaking and ultimately cathartic depiction of loss and trauma and grief and tragedy you’ve ever fucking seen
This is funny to me I don't know why or what it means lmao
Yes this is mine I downloaded it from my Xbox don't ask how
This made me laugh for some reason I don't know what that says about me
I know the fable soundtracks have been removed from Spotify as their label that produced them went out of buissness, and unfortunately Microsoft didn’t try to pick up the soundtracks in any way, hopefully they’ll pick them back up with the arrival of fable 4.
And the fable legends soundtracks are still on there as they were produced with a different label
Unfortunately I can’t help with the other ones, sorry
Yall can someone tell me why a bunch of video game soundtracks on spotify are being removed?
Like for example
Grandia(1997),
Lunar: The Silver Star Story(1996),
Fable(2005),
and now recently I found Astral Chain's(2019) soundtrack removed.
There has to be a reason for this! I've tried looking into Grandia and Lunar, but I've found nothing talking about it. Help?