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Cthulhu
Guest
Defender of the gypsies.
DISCLAIMER: I do not claim any of the characters or registered copyrights in this piece of text to be of my creation. All characters and registered copyrights are property of the teams that worked on Fable 1&2, Peter Molyneux and Lionhead Studios.
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The Fourth Hero, his quest done and his good deeds spoke of throughout the land, kicked back and relaxed outside of his caravan in the Gypsy Camp, smoking a pipe while his recently revived faithful dog snoozed beside him. His hat pulled down low over his eyes, there was a shout from the fireplace at the centre of this community "There's a troop of Bandits headed towards this place!" Screams rang out and people rushed to get inside their caravans with their children. The hero stood up and walked calmly towards the bridge that overlooked entrance. Sure enough, coming from the deceased Bandit leader Thag's camp was an entourage of bandits. The gates closed before the Bandits had even reached the the tip of the hill that led up to the camp. The hero stretched and walked back towards his caravan to collect the sword he most favoured out of the many he had found in his travels, the Daichi. He picked it off the wall and stroked his dog's head, letting it know that it would not be needed to fend off the attack.
The hero stood atop the gates amongst the nervous on-lookers, watching the soft glow of the Bandits' torch flames make its way to the camp. A lone Bandit stood at the head of the troop and addressed the crowd at the top of the gates "If you'll let us in your camp, we honourable Bandits promise that we won't kill any of ya, but we're allowed whatever we want! Even if it be the innocence of yer women!" He grinned slyly, while the troop roared in laughter. A single defiant voice amongst the gypsies rang out "WE WON'T LET YOU IN!" The gypsies, unified in their feelings, repeated this, rising into a massive chant. The Bandit leader laughed raucously "I admire yer courage ya travelling scum! LADS!" The bandits roared in unison and began to charge.
The hero leapt over the railing into the path of the charging bandits who stopped in pure surprise. The leader came forward once more. "So who are ye?!" He challenged. The hero characteristically said nothing and drew his sword and pointed it at the leader. The Bandit smirked and recognised the challenge "Alright, ye'll challenge Raze will ya?!" He snapped his fingers and a lowly Bandit brought him his Master Hammer which he lifted with ease. "I'll crush yer skull ya gypsy fool!" He charged. With lightning speed, the shaft of his hammer was sliced in half, causing him to stumble and fall. He stared in disbelief at the hero, who stood, apparently unmoved. "So, ye had a bit more skill than I thought!" He smirked and stood up "But I bet ye can't take on a whole camp of Bandits! LADS!" The Bandit troop rushed the hero.
DISCLAIMER: I do not claim any of the characters or registered copyrights in this piece of text to be of my creation. All characters and registered copyrights are property of the teams that worked on Fable 1&2, Peter Molyneux and Lionhead Studios.
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The Fourth Hero, his quest done and his good deeds spoke of throughout the land, kicked back and relaxed outside of his caravan in the Gypsy Camp, smoking a pipe while his recently revived faithful dog snoozed beside him. His hat pulled down low over his eyes, there was a shout from the fireplace at the centre of this community "There's a troop of Bandits headed towards this place!" Screams rang out and people rushed to get inside their caravans with their children. The hero stood up and walked calmly towards the bridge that overlooked entrance. Sure enough, coming from the deceased Bandit leader Thag's camp was an entourage of bandits. The gates closed before the Bandits had even reached the the tip of the hill that led up to the camp. The hero stretched and walked back towards his caravan to collect the sword he most favoured out of the many he had found in his travels, the Daichi. He picked it off the wall and stroked his dog's head, letting it know that it would not be needed to fend off the attack.
The hero stood atop the gates amongst the nervous on-lookers, watching the soft glow of the Bandits' torch flames make its way to the camp. A lone Bandit stood at the head of the troop and addressed the crowd at the top of the gates "If you'll let us in your camp, we honourable Bandits promise that we won't kill any of ya, but we're allowed whatever we want! Even if it be the innocence of yer women!" He grinned slyly, while the troop roared in laughter. A single defiant voice amongst the gypsies rang out "WE WON'T LET YOU IN!" The gypsies, unified in their feelings, repeated this, rising into a massive chant. The Bandit leader laughed raucously "I admire yer courage ya travelling scum! LADS!" The bandits roared in unison and began to charge.
The hero leapt over the railing into the path of the charging bandits who stopped in pure surprise. The leader came forward once more. "So who are ye?!" He challenged. The hero characteristically said nothing and drew his sword and pointed it at the leader. The Bandit smirked and recognised the challenge "Alright, ye'll challenge Raze will ya?!" He snapped his fingers and a lowly Bandit brought him his Master Hammer which he lifted with ease. "I'll crush yer skull ya gypsy fool!" He charged. With lightning speed, the shaft of his hammer was sliced in half, causing him to stumble and fall. He stared in disbelief at the hero, who stood, apparently unmoved. "So, ye had a bit more skill than I thought!" He smirked and stood up "But I bet ye can't take on a whole camp of Bandits! LADS!" The Bandit troop rushed the hero.
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The last Bandit was countered and and killed before the hero returned his attention to the leader, who was now wielding the Steel Longsword of a fallen Bandit. The hero sheathed his blade as Raze charged "Ye're mine now!" Before Raze had even taken a few steps toward the hero, he was impaled on a glowing orange blade that had flown from the hero's hand, killing him. The Gypsy Camp remained safe.
