The White Highwayman
By: SomaFan (Vic Banks)
8-17-2009
Authors Notes:
Someone once said the problems with RPG gamers today is their inability to make stories for themselves, so games like fable are seen as subpar because the main prewritten story is quite short. So I decided to try my hand at making a story for myself.
In the beginning it will follow some of the main parts of the game's story; but, hopefully anyway, will have my own special twists. So I guess SPOILER ALERT. Better safe then sorry they way some people complain about those things… :P
Disclaimer: I own nothing about fable 2. There. Now no one can sue me. …er…right? o.o;
Prologue
Surrounded by bandits, the traders cowered in fear. Even if they handed over their gold their lives would still be forfeit, though they still prayed that a random guard would happen by and save them. Then, from behind their attackers a Highwayman appeared and pulled a massive flintlock pistol of the highest quality from his coat. He had a massive presence, being almost as tall as a mountain, with a broad chest and muscular shoulders. It was all over. They would never be seen again, and their loved ones would forever mourn their disappearance. They cowered even lower as he leveled the gun, but to their surprise he shot, not at them, but at their attackers. Bandits fell left and right, each shot hitting its mark. He was aiming for their heads alone, and he hit with such skill that all died in a single hit, many losing their heads from the force of the powerful little gun. They charged at him and rather then continuing the barrage, he switched weapons to a katana, another master weapon which glowed red, and met the charge head on. He fought with a practiced ease of a master, his strikes swift and deadly. The few injuries he had gained from the bandits seemed to disappear with each successful hit of the blade, and soon the battle was finished.
He stood surrounded by the bodies of his enemies, his blade dripping with fresh blood. At which point he turned to them, smiled, than laughed out loud. It was a cheerful booming sound and the traders found themselves chuckling despite themselves. His face was surprisingly revealed. (Most highwaymen hid their identities.) His right eye was covered with an eye-patch and, despite being youthful; he had a rounded goatee and moustache, the same color as his hair and outfit, white as new fallen snow. An unusual color for a Highwayman to have, but then again he was unusual for attacking the bandits anyway. A loud bark sounded from nearby, and a dog bounded up to the man licking his face as he squatted to the ground to pet it vigorously.
The traders decided not to question their good fortune, picked up their items and continued on to the Gypsy Camp where they were to spend the night. To their surprise he and the dog went with them, keeping pace with them easily. He didn't ask their destination or say anything for that matter, and when they asked him anything he would simply shrug, as if bored and walk further behind them. A few beetles attacked them as was usual, but the man closed his eyes and focused, summoning flame that emanated from him in a gigantic circle roasting the little buggers to death, again in only one hit, and leaving the traders once again in awe and fear. When they reached the camp he turned around and without a word left into the night.
"Oh. I see you met Butcher! Lucky you!" an excited little girl exclaimed as they told their tale to the Gypsies later that night around the communal camp fire.
"B-Butcher!?" The head trader gaped at the horrid sounding name. The most well known and coldblooded killer in Albion's history had that fearsome title. That was their savior!?
"Indeed. Butcher. He grew up right here in this camp he did." Regina explained. "Saved a few of us from Thag as well. He's really such a sweet man at heart."
"Sweet? Is this the same man who went into Bowerstone and killed nearly every man, women, and guard in the city? The same person who prayed to the Temple of Shadows and sacrificed his own wife to the evil being that dwells there!? The same man who saved the residents of Bowerstone Cemetery from 100 Hollow Men, only so he could kill them himself!? That's the Butcher you're talking about!!??"
"Aye, the very same." The trader's just stared at her like she had grown another head. She merely chuckled at their expressions, and motioned for someone to come forward. "This here's our story teller. He'll explain everything, a lot better then I can to be sure."
An old man, thin as a bean pole with grey whiskers and hair, stood in front of them, and with an exaggerated clearing of his throat, he began the exciting tale…
Ok first part up and finished. Hmm… turned out much shorter then I expected. I sure hope I didn't just make the old man a liar...
And again, I have no proofreader, so forgive small mistakes in grammar/spelling. Though if you really want to point them out feel free and I'll try to change them.
Love it? Review and tell me why I'm so great!
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Flamers? You will be attacked by my nippy chihuahua, clawing tabby cat, and biting cockatiel: than ignored while you writhe in pain on the floor…