The Son Of Blades.
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i'm new to Fable story writing, and story writing in general. hope you enjoy!
Fool. FOOL! How could my father have been defeated by some child wielding a sword made for Avo!? That matters not... the true question to ask is how will i retrieve the mask? Yes, that Oakvale boy was foolish enough to believe lava can destroy my father's mask, but that does not mean i can jump in there to bring it up... Hmmmm... Ah, yes... I hear whispers of some man creating a spire, a spire that grants a man one wish... I wish i had Jack's Mask.
*100 years later*
I'm glad to see the blessing my father gave me for immortality is working, pity the same cannot be said for him. The Cult of Blades failed to resurrect him, but that matters not, they were dim-witted fools. I am not, i am the son of blades! I hear tale of the spire being ready, i shall traverse the seas, kill the creator and make my wish, finally, Albion shall kneel at our feet, father and son, evil and corruption, pain and despair.
Oh Skorm, how you torment me! bringing the mask back seems to have destroyed Albion, millions dead, the land forever scarred.. hahahahaha! Well, atleast i have the mask. Broken though it is, i feel my father pulsing through it, he feels my presence... do not worry father, i will succeed where the shadow court and cult of blades failed...
The power is fading! Why is the power fading? My father needed new bodies in order to stay alive, perhaps the soul needs a new body? but while broken it surely cannot survive, perhaps... perhaps blood will suffice, yes, the blood of a hero... well, i could find that in the heroes guild... one hero will not do, oh no, i will need many... enough to support my father for years, i will need the entire guild, and even i, son of blades, cannot defeat 500 heroes alone... I hear villagers grow tired of the guild, perhaps i can 'persuade' them to help me...
*One month later*
Do not fret, father, you can feed soon... the villagers are marching to the guild as we speak, soon they will all perish... and you father, will have all the blood you need, and i will be there to consume the power of the fallen, yes, this is a good day for the Blades, our king and queen would be proud...
Haha... All dead. 500 heroes... 1000 villagers... Feast, father. Feast. Now another questions has arisen, how do i fix this mask? A good question indeed, perhaps Scythe can answer me, he has always wanted a mask like my fathers, I hear Scythe has disappeared, and I hear wrong. I believe he simply took a new body, the mask of Scythe, silly man bears a new name, however, and the fool was stupid enough to appear again right after his 'death' as a new immortal! Reaver, i believe, he lives on the old land of twinblade, ah, now HE was a good man, strong, trustworthy, killed by the oakvale child like my father...
I'll finish off later maybe, i know this isn't great, i'll probably rework it, make it better later, i'm tired atm
Hey
i'm new to Fable story writing, and story writing in general. hope you enjoy!Fool. FOOL! How could my father have been defeated by some child wielding a sword made for Avo!? That matters not... the true question to ask is how will i retrieve the mask? Yes, that Oakvale boy was foolish enough to believe lava can destroy my father's mask, but that does not mean i can jump in there to bring it up... Hmmmm... Ah, yes... I hear whispers of some man creating a spire, a spire that grants a man one wish... I wish i had Jack's Mask.
*100 years later*
I'm glad to see the blessing my father gave me for immortality is working, pity the same cannot be said for him. The Cult of Blades failed to resurrect him, but that matters not, they were dim-witted fools. I am not, i am the son of blades! I hear tale of the spire being ready, i shall traverse the seas, kill the creator and make my wish, finally, Albion shall kneel at our feet, father and son, evil and corruption, pain and despair.
Oh Skorm, how you torment me! bringing the mask back seems to have destroyed Albion, millions dead, the land forever scarred.. hahahahaha! Well, atleast i have the mask. Broken though it is, i feel my father pulsing through it, he feels my presence... do not worry father, i will succeed where the shadow court and cult of blades failed...
The power is fading! Why is the power fading? My father needed new bodies in order to stay alive, perhaps the soul needs a new body? but while broken it surely cannot survive, perhaps... perhaps blood will suffice, yes, the blood of a hero... well, i could find that in the heroes guild... one hero will not do, oh no, i will need many... enough to support my father for years, i will need the entire guild, and even i, son of blades, cannot defeat 500 heroes alone... I hear villagers grow tired of the guild, perhaps i can 'persuade' them to help me...
*One month later*
Do not fret, father, you can feed soon... the villagers are marching to the guild as we speak, soon they will all perish... and you father, will have all the blood you need, and i will be there to consume the power of the fallen, yes, this is a good day for the Blades, our king and queen would be proud...
Haha... All dead. 500 heroes... 1000 villagers... Feast, father. Feast. Now another questions has arisen, how do i fix this mask? A good question indeed, perhaps Scythe can answer me, he has always wanted a mask like my fathers, I hear Scythe has disappeared, and I hear wrong. I believe he simply took a new body, the mask of Scythe, silly man bears a new name, however, and the fool was stupid enough to appear again right after his 'death' as a new immortal! Reaver, i believe, he lives on the old land of twinblade, ah, now HE was a good man, strong, trustworthy, killed by the oakvale child like my father...
I'll finish off later maybe, i know this isn't great, i'll probably rework it, make it better later, i'm tired atm
