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Michel the shade Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 12:01 pm
Okay, this is an idea I actually discussed with Numbers while we lamented no Fable 4 coming out. I actually told her outright, about how I thought they could do it, and how it could work, since IMO Fable 3 sucked. The world was SMALL the story, was bland and railroading, and it was WAY too short.
Anyways, I thought of a reset for Albion. This would be in Albion, but NO HEROES. I don't want to say too much unless people are actually interested.
If you played any of the Fable series, thats a big help. If you haven't, well, the general of the story can still be undetrstood. Basically, a canon world, with OC's (maybe a few canons showing up, but as plot devices only).
Just trying to see if anyone is actually interested before I start posting the RP up.
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Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2014 7:25 pm
Just a small note, if you vote, or have an opinion, please post, just so I know who you are.....please? redface
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Michel the shade Vice Captain
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Michel the shade Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 1:30 pm
Okay, since I received a "What is it?" vote, I will post, the opening that I wrote up. Some knowledge of the events of Fable II would be helpful here, but I tried to make the events I refer to understood.
Albion, after many years, is once again a world without heroes. But this time, there will not be a mighty hero rising from the ashes to rekindle hope. Theresa, the Seer of the Spire, looked out over Albion and frowned. Many years had passed since the final descendant from the Hero of Oakvale, and subsequently, Bower Lake and Brightwall, had died, leaving no child. With their death, she sensed the death of the last truly heroic bloodline, and she could see what brought about the end of the Heroes Guild, happening again. With no true heroes, men of great strength and power, but no heroic deeds, claimed themselves to be heroes, though they knew they were not. They merely sought the fame, fortune and glory that came with the name ‘Hero’. They did nothing of merit, but any who questioned them were quickly silenced. Even the enigmatic Reaver had passed, growing tired of his endless life and hedonism. HE ceased his sacrifices to the Shadow Court, and he was taken from the world. But that was not all, even heroic weapons were gone from the world. When it would have taken a blacksmith several days to create a single blade, with industry, hundreds could be made in a single day, but without heart on the steel, they were not the weapons for heroes. Even the legendary weapons had all disappeared, destroyed, or hidden away where not even she could see them. But not only that, in recent years, she could feel the power of the Spire beginning to wane. Years ago she had granted Sparrow their wish, as well as the wishes of the Three Heroes. She knew then as she knew now, there was actually enough magic, for one final wish. That wish was to be hers. But there was not much time before the power of the Spire would be spent. As she looked over the corrupted and darkened land of Albion she sighed and she knew what her wish was to be. “Spire,” She said into the darkness, “I have decided upon my wish. The world has once again grown corrupted and darkened. I wish for once again the slate to be wiped clean. I wish for an end to this corrupted world, and new world to be born from its ashes.” With those words, the Spire went silent and in an explosion washed over Albion. The new kingdom and the age of industry, wiped out in moments. Much of the knowledge of the machinations was destroyed along with them. And the reigning ‘heroes’ were merely cast aside by the maelstrom from the Spire, as dust in the wind. When the dust settled the world was in ruins. Theresa sat in the blasted remains of the Spire, her ‘sight’ remaining. She knew what she had done, and she knew the cost. The Spire was gone, never to rise again. Theresa smiled softly as she saw the few remaining strands of Destiny, and saw how they were to play out. “Men who do great deeds, are merely men. But, ordinary men, when put in extraordinary situations, and push forward, to do extraordinary things…….they are no longer just men. They…….are Heroes. Perhaps heroism doesn’t dwell within bloodlines, but within the hearts of those who can achieve greatness upon their own power, and to do the right thing, simply because it is the right thing to do.”
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