#logan of albion

[thisisntreaver]

Hello I have once again upset myself thinking about Logan an the effect Aurora had on him and his relationships.

Walter is a father figure to him and HOBW and their relationship is in TATTERS, and as far as canon shows, it's never mended.

Does Logan believe the man who raised his sibling and took care of him after Sparrows death died hating him? Does he believe Walter only saws the bad in him? Does it have any impact on his decision to go into his self-imposed exile? Does he regret not telling Walter about what happened to him in Aurora soonee??

Did he and Walter ever have a chance to reconcile, to speak of what happened to them on their respective trips to Aurora? Did he ever express regret for Logan feeling as if he couldn't speak of what happened to him?

Did Walter ever embrace Logan as one of his own again, or did they stay away because of their history?

[hnnn-fable]

I feel like he shouldn't have been wearing his kingly attire during his trial. I feel like it would have been cool to see him not dressed in his kingly attire after being overthrown as well cause why would he be wearing that?

...Above all else, I'm just looking out for the Logan fans XD

[hnnny]

Tagged by @kirnet to share some recent WIPs which I have plenty of right now! TBH I have a huge backlog of art, so I’ll have to sit down and put it all together to share at some point. For now, take what I’m currently working on :)

The top 2 are from a series of portraits I want to do for some of my Fable characters, and the other is for an original project I’m working on (which I cant show everything for that, but I have a lot of art dedicated to it so far. I think I finally have a name for it though so I’ll start tagging it as such)

[quantum27]

its probably because it's late but tell me why I almost cried that sparrow, who grew up in poverty, as monarch founded a school ????

[justdealingwithsomeissues]

The shit absolutely hits the fan here...

[vivalavillain]

💕

{Honestly surprise me, LOL. I wanted to do this because I was curious!}

{Technically for your @japporsnippets}

How the once-King of Albion had managed to find himself in a galaxy far, far away was still a mystery, even months after he'd arrived on a small blue planet in the Chommell sector. He'd recovered most of his memories of his time before, of a world threatened by an invading Darkness he had once tried his best to stop. The memories had surfaced over time, the amnesia most likely a result of whatever accident had ripped him across time and space. He still had fragmented memories of an expedition south to Aurora-- back to the place where his horror had all began-- as he searched for the breach in the world where the Court of Shadows had pierced the veil between theirs and his. He remembered screaming-- though not whether it had been his own voice-- blackness and then a brief moment of clarity as a foreign blue sky came into view for all of many two and a half seconds before he'd passed out.

When he came to, he was in a medicine house, being cared for by healers. He'd had no memory of who he was or how he'd gotten there and he matched no records of a missing person anywhere on the planet. He was treated, at first, with no small amount of suspicion as tensions had been high since the crowning of the new Queen and the Separatist movements. He could have been, for all they knew, a very crafty spy or assassin and, for all he knew, they could have been right.

As time passed and it became clear he wasn't a threat, he'd been allowed to leave the care of the healers and venture out into the world. Naboo, they called it, and it came to be a place he could call home. He had no skills to speak of beyond those taught to him in his years as monarch-- fighting, fencing, hunting-- and over the months he spent there as a guest in a prominent family's home, he began to consider it his home. His new home, the place he'd been searching for since the end of the attack in Albion. On a whim one day, not many weeks before that very night, when the need to feel useful and helpful to the kind people who'd opened their home to him could be ignored no longer, he signed up to be admitted into the army.

It was a grueling process and he was tested in any number of ways, most of which he'd failed-- he could neither read nor write the native language and had never learned Naboo's history outside of the most recent events involving the Trade Federation and the recently inducted Clone Wars-- but, in the end, with a recommendation from the head of the healing house who'd treated him and the matriarch of the family he'd been staying with, they had given his application the stamp of approval. He had two weeks, they'd told him, to get his affairs in order before basic training would begin and he had taken less than half that time to do exactly that. (With so little to his name beyond the handful of outfits the family had provided for him, it hadn't taken long to prepare himself.)

As the day of his departure drew near, he found himself oddly giddy for the first time in more years than he cared to remember. There was a party being held to ring in the new year the night before he was slated to leave and he'd been invited to attend the grand gala as a last hurrah. Donning his best ceremonial robes, he'd wandered the party most of the night with a single drink in hand-- one he never fully drained even as the hours ticked by. As the hour drew late and the crowd began cheering for the chime of the clock, he found himself in the company of a pretty brunette he only recognized from the holo-caster news segments about the goings on in the Senate. She was alone-- which surprised him, given how lovely she was-- and she'd smiled politely when their eyes met.

Suddenly, the gongs began to bellow as the new year had officially begun and he found himself standing awkwardly as couples embraced and kissed to ring in the new year. Backing up slowly to avoid any unnecessary contact with drunken strangers, he stopped as he bumped into the woman from earlier. He stammered somewhat, stumbling over an apology as he stepped away to keep from knocking her over.

"Forgive me, Senator. I didn't see you there." Draining the last of his beverage at last-- it seemed appropriate given the lateness of the hour-- he cleared his throat and set the drink down on a nearby table. The gongs had just about finished ringing and his gaze darted this way and that, as though to keep from staring openly at her. As a drunken couple weaved through the crowd, a man knocked roughly into him, forcing him back towards the Senator. Logan shoved his hands outward to brace himself against the wall behind her, equal parts shielding her from the carousing of the crowd and blocking her in. He grumbled softly under his breath, certain he was making the worst first impression imaginable. He bent his head then, offering a strained, apologetic smile through scarred lips.

At last the passing crowd seemed to dissipate and he was able to pull his hands away from the wall. He straightened himself and his robes, dusting himself off in a haughty manner belying his former royalty. Brushing gloved hands back through slicked back locks, he huffed and threw a glare in the direction of the revelers.

"Honestly..." He muttered under his breath, taking a step back to put distance between himself and the Senator. Swallowing thickly, he finally looked back at her, light eyes searching her face to gauge her reaction. He bent his head in deference, sliding a hand down her arm to lift hers up to his mouth where a gentlemanly kiss was placed upon her knuckles.

"Forgive me, my lady. I hope this lowly stranger didn't ruin your evening. May I be the first to wish you a prosperous new year."

[vivalavillain]

Logan frowned. The drop in the other's tone surprised him and he took a reflexive step back. The guards which flanked behind him stepped forward in the same moment, hands on sword hilts just in case. There was something about the way the other spoke that caught the monarch off-guard and he would have opened his mouth to question it if not for the unexpected movement as Sparrow focused all his energies on shifting his form. The energy in the room cracked and sparked with Will, a sensation Logan was all too familiar with despite having been years since he'd felt it.

Again he found himself backing up, his men surging ahead to protect their king. There was no immediate threat per se-- or so they assumed, as their prisoner was still locked behind bars-- but he was clearly on edge-- moreso than usual-- and they would defend him to the end. There was distance between Logan and his captive now but even he felt the need to grip his sword hilt in hand for the comfort of knowing he could defend himself if it came down to it.

And yet still he was strangely drawn to Sparrow's words. He knew well the Hero of Bower Lake and no matter how intimidated the other might make him, he knew: this man was not that Hero. Stifling the instinctual fear this man's abhorrent appearance raised in him, Logan, folded his arms across his chest and looked down his nose at him.

"Now I know you're lying. The Hero of Bower Lake was my mother and you-- I don't know what you are, demon, but it's certainly not her."

Sparrow stilled. His mind wove pieces together, and yet he still missing something critical— that much he knew. He sighed long and heavy, his lips curling in distaste. Damn Theresa for not teaching him subtlety, and damn himself for not learning on his own.

He thought back to his arrival. To the difference in the gardens and the people. He may not understand the fashion of the nobles or higher classes, but Sparrow didn’t think that fashion could change entirely within a week. Shadows knew how long it took him to mend his coats, let alone sew an entire outfit.

And then there was the so-called Queen. If it weren't for Logan specifying Queen, he would have thought this to be his child, that somehow he had been cast into the future. But then again, Old Kingdom artefacts worked in ways the modern mind could not understand. So he took that knowledge, and he took Logan’s words, and he took Theresa’s prediction and took a chance. 

“I am surprised that you do not recognise me. The knowledge that was cast from the Spire upon my wish seemed to reach even the furthest corners of Albion.” Sparrow hardened his face, and he consciously chose to shift his body to appear more monstrous. He angled his head down ever so slightly, so that his horns were more prominent. He pulsed his Will, causing the scars to glow more brightly. He dropped his shoulders, broadening his chest, to appear more. Shadows preserve him, but he hated to use his appearance this way. It always left a bad taste in his mouth.

“So tell me, King,” he growled, “do you recognise the Hero of Bower Lake now?”

[a-noone]

I love the Fable series, but I especially love Fable 3.

As a player who loved the real estate aspect of Fable 2, I started playing and immediately started buying houses and eventually shops.

When you first walk into Bowerstone Industrial, everything is slums with widows that are all boarded up. Everyone is demoralized. All the businesses are price gouging. There are beggars on every corner.

But if you buy the houses and repair them, buy the shops and charge reasonable prices, you come back, and when you walk through the that part of the city, the buildings are pristine and people are dancing in the streets, talking about how amazing everything is, and how the price-gouging has stopped. If you give enough gold to beggars, there are suddenly fewer and fewer beggars.

**spoilers**

Later, when you become monarch, you discover that despite all of the price gouging and totalitarianism, your stupid ex-King brother did all that and still can't afford to get a big enough militia to save Albion from impending doom. Because, shocker, when you depress economies, they don't grow.

But I could, since I'd been doing honest business since the start, and had healthy economies to leverage.

Skill issue, Logan.

**end spoilers**

I have never seen a game that so perfectly encapsulated the problem with the society we live in, and the true struggle of rebellion against the sort of government we're dealing with today. Greed makes the money dry up. People without money don't spend.

Skill issue, corporate America. Skill issue.

[the-purple-auxiliatrix]

thinking a lot about how reaver built his mansion by where the caravan camp sparrow grew up in is. Thinking about how he brought in other well of folk, possibly trying to make the area better. Thinking about how Reaver came back to Albion, and watched the hero Sparrow become queen. Thinking about how he decided to become an industrial kingpin, possibly to feel “equal” to the power Sparrow now held. Thinking about if Reaver ever saw Sparrow in her daughter Hero. Thinking about how Hero’s seem to age significantly slower than regular people, so Sparrow was the only one to be a long time constant in Reavers life after saving Albion. Thinking about how he probably visited the castle. Thinking about if Sparrow and Reaver would spend nights talking about life, heroism, and what they went through. Thinking about how when Sparrow died Reaver likely went off the deep end into corruption.

Thinking about how Logan, in my honest opinion, doesn’t look much like his sister or mother, but looks strangely like the industrial Baron of Bowerstone and even has similar ways of behaving.

Thinking………..

[fable-finder]

It’s kind of weird to believe that sparrow only has two children, being Logan and the hero from fable three, because when I play fable two I spend 90% of my time sucking and fucking my way throughout Albion. The amount of STDs that I have is the most important stat I ever check, it’s like a treat at the end of the day for all the hard work I do spreading all of my diseases to my multiple spouses.

Yeah, sure the only reason why I save my family at the end of the game is because I want my dog back, but honestly, the amount of children I have is bordering on concerning by that point.

No wonder why Hammer will never love me… at lest I still got Reaver

[nichknack]

Wandering Witchbreed AU: Sir Logan the Wolverine

AU MASTERPOST

AKA James Howlett

Armour

Logan wears leather armour given to him by The Knights of Xavier. The leather is treated to be a bright and vibrant yellow in colour, with the coat of arms of House Xavier embossed over the heart. In order to hide his identity, Logan covers his armour with a simple, brown travel cloak.

Sexuality and Relationships

In this AU, Logan is bisexual and polyamorous. At it's core, the AU is focused on Poolverine, but prior to the fall of the House of Xavier, Logan had feelings for many of his fellow knights, which will also be explored when delving into Logan's past.

Past

Logan, like is canon counterpart, is over 200 years old. He was born in what is now known as the Kingdom of Kanata, many decades before it broke away from the crumbling Albion Empire. He lived a pleasant and privileged childhood as the son of Lord John and Lady Elizabeth Howlett, however he was often bedridden due to his delicate constitution. Logan's life changed drastically when he discovered that he was, in fact, the illegitimate son of his family's cruel groundskeeper, Thomas Logan. After witnessing Thomas kill John, Logan's witchbreed abilities activated. He lashed out and accidentally killed Thomas before escaping into the night with Thomas' other son (and Logan's half brother), Victor. As he grew older, Logan began to realise that he felt most comfortable in a militaristic role, fighting as a soldier and mercenary in many wars over the course of his life. Eventually, Logan’s rapid healing abilities drew the attention of the Royal Spymaster, Professor Andre Thorton. With the aid of sorcerers Abraham Cornelius and Carol Hines, he captured Logan and performed an eldritch ritual to bond adamantium to his skeleton and completely wiped his mind and memory. This left Logan an animalistic shell of his former self, forced to do Cornelius’ bidding through the use of an enchanted circlet. After a decade of acting as the Royal family’s assassin, Logan was able to break free of his magical brainwashing and escape into the Kanatian wilderness. There he lived as a wild man, with no memory of who or even what he was. He moved from place to place, making what little money he could through underground fights and mercenary work until he ran into Anna Marie and was convinced to join The Knights of Xavier in exchange for them helping investigate his past. Despite the Knights welcoming him as one of their own, Logan was hesitant to allow himself to trust them. This fear of letting people close to him, along with being worn down by the anti-witchbreed prejudice sweeping the Kingdom of Ventra, caused Logan to retreat further into himself. He became apathetic to their cause and, when the Xavier Manor House was attacked by Sentinals and Witchhunters, refused to join the fight. When he returned, he found the manor burned to the ground, leaving him the only survivor.

[thisisntreaver]

Thinking once more about the chain of events of fable and how if William had been able to destroy his mask Jack wouldn't have attacked Oakvale and the hero of oakvale and Theresa could have had normal lives. Theresa never would have butted in Lucien could have had a chance to grieve healthily and he wouldn't have killed Rose and Sparrow wouldn't have spent their entire early life on a quest for vengeance that wouldn't sooth the hurt. The darkness would never have entered Albion and Logan and the HOBW would never be pit against each other. And if none of that had happened Gabriel would have just been able to live his life.

Which is a really long winded way to say this is all Jack fault

[hnnn-fable]

Co-op au where Cassandra is Princess Lysandra's (@xephtastic 's character) personal guard. And also Ben and her reunite after a long time of not fighting alongside one another since Cass moved up in the ranks.

[hnnny]

for the art request thing: a crossover between 2 of your favorite shows/games/media/etc? I'm curious on how you'd adapt things :3

I had a lot of fun with this prompt!! And I don't even want to stop brainstorming for these ideas, but alas I should focus on writing for the games I don't have all the details for lol. Thank you for such a fun ask!!

Cassandra Fulton (Hero of Brightwall/Queen of Albion), King Logan, and Alioth (the dog) from Fable 3 - as Revan from Kotor 1, Malak, and a droid companion who's just a little on the nose lol

Torellia Vell (Revan) from Kotor 1 - Paragon versus Renegade Shepard from Mass Effect 3 (my fave ME game)

[aragaki]

This probably isn't a new headcanon or anything but I gotta share my thoughts.

In my mind, the reason why there are two different hero weapons in the Sanctuary is because one was supposed to go to each of Sparrow's children. The hammer for Logan, the sword for the HoBW, the pistol for Logan, the rifle for the HoBW.

They're living weapons that change with their users. You can't tell me Sparrow — the master blacksmith — didn't create them on their own.

The Sanctuary was meant for BOTH royal siblings. Sparrow couldn't have imagined what Theresa was going to do, pitting them against each other like she did for the "gReAtEr GoOd."

I also can't imagine Sparrow would ever refer to Theresa as their guide after she used them for decades to get control of the Spire. If Sparrow had known, I think they would have warned Logan and the HoBW not to trust anything the blind seer says.

And maybe it's my own bias but I can't imagine Sparrow leaving everything magical to their secondborn child. There's no way in hell Sparrow could have known only one of their children would have overt Hero abilities. Sparrow only manifested their powers in their 20s so when they died, they fully could have thought Logan would be capable of using magic and accessing the Sanctuary.

(And I refuse to believe Logan got NOTHING from his heroic bloodline, he just can't use Will abilities)

I don't know. It just feels to me that the HoBW was given the things meant for Logan but that might be projecting the fact that Logan was my Sparrow's favorite child lmao

Like yes Albion needed a fully manifested Hero leading the fight but if/when destiny called on their children (aka Theresa being manipulative again) I can't see Sparrow expecting them to fight in any way other than together.

So they were each left a weapon and a wish from a parent who adores them both that when the hell comes knocking at their door they would face it together. Sparrow took every horror on alone. They would never wish that on their children.

tldr: I headcanon that Sparrow made the hero weapons themselves expecting both Logan and the Hero to work together and make use of them. They weren't able to because Theresa meddled and their children were manipulated the same way they were

[edmunderson]

The fact that the Florida Man of albion (sparrow) becomes the ruler just boggles my mind. Like no wonder logan turned out the way he did, the guy had the toughest act to follow