#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?”

[aragaki]

Random thought and maybe it's born from my mixed-to-negative feelings on Theresa but part of me can't help but wonder if her treatment of Logan wasn't a bit of intentional sabotage. Yes, Albion needed a leader with their heroic abilities fully manifested but there's no reason to assume that couldn't have been Logan. But Logan had something that Theresa didn't want in her pawns. Personhood.

Logan had been raised by Sparrow for years, Theresa's most successful and potentially resentful tool. He traveled worldwide, and Logan had experience, knowledge, and strong personal motives. Those traits made Logan capable and also a lot harder to control.

Who's to say he would listen to Theresa's guidance? What if his own lived experiences caused him to steer away from the road she'd laid out before him, the one that would ultimately lead to the darkness being defeated and Albion's future secured? And her own mistake buried?

Any risk to Albion's future is unacceptable. And a naïve royal, who has never set foot out of the castle, out from their brother's shadow, has strings that are easier to pull. Albion will be saved because they'll stay the course simply because they don't know the road has any other paths.

But for that to happen, the King had to be made inert. Hated. Give him enough guidance that he takes up a task he will never be able to accomplish. Stifle him with dread so he never expands his heroic nature any further than it has. He will stay put while his tyranny cuts away the fraying threads that bond his sibling to him.

Leaving them loose for a new puppeteer to wrap around her fingers.

[tangledbeast]

I never want any sort of confirmation on who Logan and the Hero of Brightwall's father is. It's gotta be a Mamma Mia situation for maximum drama. And they need to have different fathers for maximum confusion.

Is it Reaver? Walter? That sexy pistol trader that hangs around the castle sometimes? Sparrow isn't sure. The suspects aren't sure. It's an endless source of gossip for the citizens of Albion.

Bonus if after Sparrow's death they get the occasional grifter coming up to the castle like, "Logan! Prince/Princess! It's me your long lost father."

[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.

[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)

[blossomingtree]

I'd like us all to think about Sparrow for a minute. When she received the vision where Theresa told him one of her children would save Albion, she probably understood that both of them were doomed. In different ways, but both condemned. Just like she was.

She also tucked them to bed, cared for them, everything a loving mother does. She viewed them as her children because that's what they were, but the world viewed them differently. Crown Prince, heir, Princess, potential future heroes, saviours as well, etc etc. And above them, pain and suffering was hovering all along. Still, she took care of them.

It makes me think of Mary with her son (I'm not Christian by the way, so I just view the holy books as stories). People viewed him as their saviour and things like that, whereas she viewed him as her baby boy, but she knew what fate awaited him. It makes me think of many mothers in Hellenism as well, who lost their children to war, whom knew them to be doomed simply because of the bloodline they came from.

That trope is so bittersweet. I can't quite say if I love or hate it, so I just wanted to highlight it.

*side note: I headcanon that Sparrow was chosen to be queen when Logan was a toddler, or a young child. And both had lived peaceful years (in Oakvale) between the end of f2 and Sparrow's crowning. So it's even worse.

[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