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Meet my Hero of Brightwall and Hero of Bowerstone (aka Sparrow)
Hiiiii Fable community of Tumblr I would like to share with you my Hero of Brightwall, and her father Sparrow. I have a huge love for the Legend of zelda as well so there's things from that series that are gonna be in this (like the sheikah Slate, etc)
Her name is Hylia Steros-Albina, her last name is a hyphenation of her mother's and fathers last names, this was a decision made by her father Sparrow to show some respect to his wife, Bruxa. From an early age it was clear she had a big love for learning, particularly she loved history,alchemy,music,and the art of Artificery. Seeing this her father ensured she had access to tutors who would assist her in her learning. She has a very close relationship with her brother despite the 7 year age gap between them, Logan developed a habit of bringing her back a souvenir everytime he went off on an expedition. These gifts ranged from small rocks and minerals, to small magic trinkets for her to tinker with, and in return for these souvenirs, Hylia would share the word of what she's heard going on in the castle and any new facts she's learned. This bond held strong even after their father's demise until Logan returned from Aurora.Once Logan returned from Aurora he gave Hylia what would soon become her most priced possession, the Sheikah Slate, and as she researched and tried to investigate what it was used for and if it could still be used, Logan, defeated by the fact no one would believe him about what he saw in Aurora, began to throw himself into his work as Albion's king, pushing his sister away so he could try and keep her safe. During this time he allowed Sir Walter to begin training her, with the goal of having her become the captain of the Albion army when the Crawler finally arrived, so he wouldn't have to fear his little sisters wellbeing once again.
Now let's hop on over to Sparrow, his real name is Jerrod Stoneblade, a name he would later forsake to adopt the name Sparrow, so he could leave the past behind him and proceed on his mission. He and his sister Rose were very close with each other, when she was killed Sparrow spent weeks mourning his big sister, his one true shield against the harshness of the real world. As Terrisa trained him, he seemed to favor his trusty axe but was still quite proficient with his Clockwork pistol and his willpower, learning more from the heros that accompanied him during their quest to stop Lucien. It's during this quest that Sparrow encounters the pirate captain, Reaver, who turns out to be the hero of skill, and upon first meetings, he finds the man rather repulsive, but good company to keep if you want a good story. Once Sparrow returns from the Temple of Shadows having allowed someone else to make the sacrifice of their youth in order to satisfy the Shadow Judges of the Shadow Court, Reaver realizes that he clearly underestimated Sparrow and reluctantly agrees to join him in his quest. A few years after the demise of Lucien, the Hero of Bowerstone and Hero of Skill reunite by chance during an encounter in Bloodstone where Sparrow had bought the pirate’s manor and was cleaning up and looking after the place. The two of them began to form a simple friendship but eventually and completely unintentionally fall in love. This romance would last them the rest of Sparrow's life. After a few years spent with Reaver, Sparrow returned to Bowerstone and with the money he'd gotten from his wish at the Spire, he bought Castle Fairfax and began renovating it, leaving the tower where his sister was killed alone. Eventually Bowerstone erupted into chaos and Sparrow pulled himself away from the castle work to put it out. Little did he know he began a battle that would end with him becoming Albion's king. After 3 years on the throne, advisors were pressuring the new king to marry, and he reluctantly gave in and was arranged to marry Bruxa Steros, a noble from a very prominent family. During this marriage Sparrow made it clear to his queen that he did not love her, that his heart was taken by another, but was forced to marry her, which in hindsight he probably should've seen her retaliation coming. The new queen retaliated by spending more money and hurling abuses towards her husband. Eventually after more pressure from the advisors, the queen fell pregnant with Sparrow's first child, a boy they'd call Logan, and from that day on, something changed in Sparrow, he became more stubborn and fussed over his son, meanwhile Bruxa couldn't seem to care for the new prince preferring to gossip with her friends rather than attend to her son. As Logan grew, Sparrow made sure to be there for all of his firsts, and tries to be the father that he himself never had. Once Logan was taught how to read, Sparrow could count on finding his son in the library, usually reading about dragons and fairytales. Eventually, Sparrow realised that Logan would end up lonely if he was an only child so presenting the idea of the heir and the spare, throwing up in his mouth a little as he presented it, to Bruxa who decided to use this new child to her advantage.6 years after Logan was born, Sparrow happily presented to the people of Albion his daughter Hylia, whom he doted on just as much as he did Logan.As the two children got older, Sparrow began to remember the vision Therisa showed him of his child being the one to determine the future of Albion and Aurora, and began making precautions such as building the reliquary underneath the newly formed Brightwall Academy, and building a mausoleum where he'd eventually be put to rest and leave his guild seal, and finally building and stocking up a sanctuary where one of his children or even both of them could have a base seeing as the old heroes guild ruins were no longer accessible. Sparrow would live until the age 54 where he supposedly passed away peacefully but only a few knew the truth.
If you wanna find out more about them then you should check out Fates Hand, my Fable 3 fanfic on Ao3. It has hints of past Sprever and Hero of Brightwall x Ben Finn. Here's the link to it!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47857972
I'm super slow to update but I make longer chapters bc of it, let me know what yall think of this and my fic (if you read it ofc) thank you and have yourself a good day/afternoon/ night!!!!!
idc what anyone says fable III is amazing and i will fight you about it
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 “
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.
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?
Everytime someone draws Fable 2 Reaver with a heart tattoo and not a mole an angel looses its wings
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:
‼️🚨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
FABLE TRAILER FABLE TRAILER FABLE TRAILER
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!
Why does Reaver have a random ass Rabbit?why does he have 2 chickens in his house?Better yet. Why does he have a random ass Rabbit and 2 chickens in his secret bdsm dungeon?????
Are they his pets? Do they have names? When did he get them? Why did he get them? WHY ARE THEY IN THE HIDDEN CHRISTIAN GREY ‘PLEASURE ROOM’???? PETER MOLYNEUX I HAVE A LOT OF QUESTIONS!!!
Me ignoring all the evidence of Ben Finn being the hero of skill cuz I ship him with Hobw and I wanna keep my theory that Reaver is her dad:
After his trip to aurora, Logan had an extreme fear of the dark, to the point he needed to sleep by candlelight.
And when little Robin (my Hobw) would fall asleep, he would light a single candle next to her bed, afraid that the darkness would get her too.
Years later, after her trip to aurora, Robin has the same fear and sleeps by candlelight just like her brother did, and finally understands why she always woke up to a burnt out candle next to her bed as a child
Dose any one have some good fable head canons or hot takes I will post mine later 😳
Most if not all of mine are fable 2 related
Something that breaks my heart about Fable 2/3 is that sometimes I’ll be playing at I’ll catch a glimpse of Reavers face and he’ll just look so young. And all I can think of is how young he was when Oakvale was destroyed and how scared he must have been of death.
Obviously I’m not saying he was young young like a child, but he was just a young man too young to be thinking about mortality to the point he lost everyone and everything he loved, only to live an eternity as that young man.
Curse this little tragic man for breaking my heart like this
Hey hey hey. Look at my girl!
Suddenly got the urge to draw another sketch of my Hobw Robin. Took longer than needed
Sketch of my Hero of Brightwall
Her name is Robin Rose Bowerstone and was 19 at the beginning of Fable 3, 7 years younger than Logan who was 26.
My first time ever drawing her, I’ll probably do a more detailed drawing of her in the future
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
HOW HAVE I ONLY JUST FOUND THIS OUT?!?
Ok ok ok. Would you believe me if I told you that this bitch
And this bitch
WERE THE SAME PERSON!!!!
I am losing my mind over this. How did I not notice this?!?
Fable OC again
Braeley is mildly concerned
Fable OC alert
Braeley Roland Briggs. Aka Braes the Bard
He is a bard and is the son of Roland from the 2nd game and an Irish woman, He was born in Oakfield but moved to whatever the fable equivalent of Ireland is when he was very young, moving back to Oakfield shortly after fable 3, And he will be all I talk and think about for weeks
Ok can we talk about the fact that if you do an evil run playing fable 3, the only people who come to Walter’s funeral are Logan, Jasper and Ben.
I don’t know why but I find it so sweet that Ben will stick by The Hero of Brightwall even if their evil. I love that man
Hero of Brightwall: here’s another one. What does ‘take out’ mean?
Eliot/Elise: Food
Ben Finn: Dating
Page: Murder
Reaver: All three if you’re not a coward
Listening to Josh Groban singing you raise me up and had a gut wrenching Thought
Just imagine for the briefest of moments. This mf singing this to his mother
Like SIR!!!! MY HEART!!!
Especially when you remember that Sparrow passed away before fable 3. You know for a fact that Logan was a little mommas boy and probably misses his mother more than anything
Ok so I was searching the internet for fable stuff as one does, and for some reason I decided to search what the meaning behind a heart under the eye was because I was confused why Reaver has one and I found this.
excuse me
GRIEF?!?!!
Now this could mean he’s grieving oakvale and the ‘her’ he refers to in his diary entries. However, if this is the case, why doesn’t he have one in fable 2? considering that it’s been like 200 years since the fall of oakvale.
Now who was alive in fable 2 but isn’t in Fable 3 and who was also very closely associated with Reaver?
SPARROW!
spreaver fans go wild, cuz I’ve been going absolutely feral over this little theory thing of mine.
(P.S, I have seen some stuff saying it’s a symbol for the shadow court but I don’t know how credible that is and I’m only talking about the grief bit)
I’m bored so here’s my drawing of Reaver from Fable
Reaver: what would you like for Christmas huh?
Hero of Brightwall: …
Hero of Brightwall: Did you fuck my mom..?
Reaver: What?
Hero of Brightwall: Did you fuck. My. Mom..?
Reaver: it’s a white flag. And you may as well start waving it because-
Page: THE ONLY THING I WILL BE WAVING IS YOUR DECAPITATED HEAD ON A STICK IN FRONT OF YOUR WEEPING MOTHER
Reaver:
Hero of Brightwall:
Ben Finn: Good Lord…
Sparrow and Reaver in the escape tunnel:
Reaver: *standing still*
Sparrow: *actually moving
Reaver: “keep moving, would you?
Sparrow:
One of my guilty pleasures is when I get hyper fixated on something, I like to turn them into MLP characters. So here’s Reaver from Fable as a pony
I regret nothing