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the0ldmann · 2 years

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“I Would Hold the Sky for You...”

Writing under the cut.

I know I said a LOOOONG while ago (haha, whoops!) that I was gonna write a whole little series, but I’ve lost fire and also could not come up with a suitable idea for how to continue chapter two! So I figure the least I could do is share chapter 1. Yes, I even had a title for it. Either I’ll come up with an idea at some point and chapter 2 sees the light of day. Or someone else can honestly take over writing it if they want. *shrug emoji*

It’s not beta read or even really proofread. But I hope ya’ll enjoy what I was trying to go for anyway.

Yes, I headcanon’d that Reaver’s original name was Jack.

“Where the hell did that boy go now?!”

“Did you check by the docks? You know one of the best spots is down there.”

“Bah, there’s too much commotion down there for fishing today- ship’s just come in.”

“Then why aren’t you there offering an extra hand?”

A cloudy day was perfect for fishing. One might then reasonably expect any young man skipping chores to be hanging around the docks with the rest of the sailors and fishermen, chatting away while at least one complains about their bad luck and lack of dinner. For this guess, one would normally be right, but on this day Jack and his childhood friend Brom were in the nearby woods instead.

“I bet I can hit that red X painted high up there!” Jack shook his head, not even bothering to respond to Brom’s boast. Brom puffed out his chest, swiped a lock of dirty blonde hair from his eye, and took an awful long time to aim. The throwing knife zoomed past, landing on the ground further out with a soft ‘thunk.’

“Looks like you owe me five gold.”

“Wh-what?! Yous never said anything about accepting the bet!”

“Didn’t have to.”

Jack picked up the knife and walked back to where Brom was standing. He then proceeded to walk a little farther, turn on his heel and throw the knife right into the center of the X without stopping to properly aim. Brom sighed and clambered halfway up the trunk to retrieve it. His descent was as equally graceful, as a nearby pile of leaves was scattered by his landing.

“I swear your skill is supernatural.”

“I’m not that good,” Jack shrugged the compliment off. “It’s just called careful study and practice. Maybe if you didn’t chase after pretty girls at the bar all night, you’d be half as good as I am. Ow!” Brom playfully punched his friend’s arm.

“Big talk coming from someone that already has a girl! You don’t know what it’s like being single- you and Dahlia been tied together since we was kids.”

“You know what I hear, Brom? I hear a lot of excuses. C’mon, try to follow my movements for five seconds and maybe you’ll learn something. I’ll even slow down so you won’t miss a thing.”

“Actually,” Brom shook his head, placing a hand on Jack’s arm to stop him. “When was you planning on finally tying the knot with her? The two of yous been engaged for how long now?” Jack sighed and shook his head. It was a concern of his, but everything had to be perfect for the wedding- not a single hair could be off. It wouldn’t do to start a marriage off with a bad wedding day, and he certainly had done the best he could for Dahlia to make sure her life was perfect. “Is she even going to keep waiting-”

“Of course she is!” Jack snapped. “She wants it to be as perfect as I do. We share the same dreams and we will settle for nothing less!”

Brom staggered back a step in shock. Jack usually kept his temper under lock and key, but he had struck a nerve. Of course he was worried she wouldn’t want to keep waiting. She’d reassured him it was fine, but what if it wasn’t?

“And just what are you two boys fighting about this time?”

A familiar voice snapped the two of them from their thoughts.

“Dahlia, my sweet, it wasn’t a fight! Brom misspoke and was just about to apologize, weren’t you, Brom?”

Brom nodded his head vigorously. Dahlia hardly looked convinced.

“Well if you’re not going to tell, there’s hardly a reason to press. I figured I’d come and warn you your dad’s looking for you- and before you ask no, he’s not bothering to check the docks today.” She paused long enough for the two of them to shoot her a quizzical look. “Ship’s just come in so it’s busier down there than the guards during wasp season.”

“You hear that Brom? We got ourselves an out! Let’s get down there and see what’s new before my old man does.” Jack took off running towards the little village they called home while Brom hesitated. It wasn’t long before Jack was out of sight and Brom turned to speak to Dahlia.

Except all that came out was silence.

He floundered awkwardly before Dahlia spoke up, seeming to just know what was on his mind.

“We’re okay, Brom. I know you’ve been good friends with the both of us since we could walk, and that you’ve a tendency to worry too much about everyone, but we are okay.” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “There’s actually a bit of a contest going between us- and if you can keep a secret- I might have found a good enough baker. We’re actually getting very close to finally having everything perfect for the wedding!” Brom broke into a grin while she giggled and waved him off. “Now go catch up to Jack before his dad gets to you.”

Brom, suddenly reminded about his long-gone friend, stumbled over a tree root as he began to run to catch up. Dahlia waited around for a minute before she took off running after the two of them. It wasn’t every day a ship came to port in Oakvale, and she wasn’t about to miss out on any of the fun.

Normally ships passed by the little village- it was fairly self-sufficient and didn’t see much need for trade with the rest of the world. However there was one ship always sure to port every now and again.

“Jack, my boy!” A voice, slightly gravely with age but still quite lively, boomed out across the dock. Most people paid it no mind, however. “It’s been a couple months since I seens ya. Ya got a date for that wedding yet? Now I know you wouldn’t have had it without invitin’ me.”

Captain Goodwin ruffled Jack’s hair before the man could duck away. Though he was a gruff man to most, to his friends and family he was incredibly jovial. A native to Oakvale, the village held a special place in his sea-faring heart and yearly visits were part of his routine. Those visits weren’t on any particular time table, but he always made sure he visited once per year with as many trinkets, supplies, and stories as he could muster.

“No sir, nothing official yet. But…” Jack leaned in close to try and keep his words a secret from any nosy villagers nearby. However his excitement kept his voice a bit louder than intended. “Word is I might have finally found the perfect baker.” The captain gave Jack a pat on the back that nearly knocked him over. It was hard not to share in the excitement.

“Well then I better not be leavin’ anytime soon then. Besides, a bit o’ time land-side might be good for me old bones…” It was then Jack really noticed the graying hair on Captain Goodwin. When exactly had he gotten so old? “No need to talk about me though. I got someone I’d like you to meet. Jack, meet Em… Ahm… Eh…”

“Aemulus.” Jack’s eyes followed the captain’s gesturing to the sound of the voice. There stood a young man, roughly Jack’s age if not a year or so younger. “Most people have difficulty pronouncing my name, so you can just call me Aem.” He held out a hand for Jack to shake.

“Jack.” Aem’s shake was firmer than Jack expected from such a skinny thing. His dark hair was also styled similarly to Jack’s- one could have easily mistaken them for brothers.

The captain was grinning broadly as he turned back to Jack.

“Aem here’s from a far-away land and wanted to see the world. I took a bit of a shine to ‘im as he reminded me of a certain someone, and I figured the two of you’d get along pretty well. I’m sure you’ve plenty to learn from each other so if you need me,” Captain Goodwin shouted over his shoulder as he began to walk away. “I’ll be at the tavern!”

As the captain’s figure disappeared into the crowd, Jack and Aemulus were left alone.

The silence stretched on somewhat awkwardly as neither one knew how to really begin. Since Jack had to play host, he gestured back towards the village and the crowd.

“Shall we start with a tour?”

“Lead on.”

Jack led Aem through the small village he called home. There wasn’t much to it, as it was a simple way of life, but Jack was still quite proud to call Oakvale his home.

The tavern was pointed out first and foremost, since it was situated so close to the docks. Next was the general store- useful for getting most of one’s daily needs if you or a neighbor didn’t produce them. Notable townsfolk had their homes pointed out and Jack ended the tour on the bridge. Both his house and the farm on the edge of the village were close. The sun was just beginning to set as he leaned forward against the railing to look out at the sea. Aem opted to lean back against the railing on the opposite side, eyes firmly fixed on the back of Jack’s head.

“Sounds like a quiet and peaceful life.”

“Aye, that it is.”

“Haven’t you ever wanted more, though?”

Jack turned to look back at Aem, a confused look on his face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, haven’t you ever wanted to see the world? Find out what else is out there? You can’t seriously tell me you have no sense of adventure.”

Jack paused, looking down at the bridge under him in thought. It wasn’t that Aem was wrong, he just hadn’t ever stopped to think about it. Aem continued questioning while Jack continued to ponder.

“You’re what, mid to late twenties if you’re like me?” Jack nodded but did not look up. “Wait much longer, and adventuring is going to be a pain- quite literally. Captain Goodwin certainly can’t move around like he used to, and he’s what, in his fifties? We’re past halfway there, Jack.”

He had to admit Aem had a point. Life was already planned out for him though. The wedding was going to be very soon if everything continued to come together. After that, the whole village was going to be hounding them about how many kids were on the way. By the time they would be grown up, it’d be time for the two of them to really settle down into retirement. The most they could maybe do would be to make a trek to move to Bowerstone- as Bloodstone was definitely out of the question- but they’d be so far from family and friends Dahlia would never agree to it.

Oakvale was all he knew, and all he was going to know.

Before he could even decide how he felt about that revelation, Brom came running up to the two of them completely out of breath. Between each gasp of air, Brom just looked back and forth with absolute bewilderment before finally being able to choke out a single word.

“Two?!”

“Ah, Brom, I’d like you to meet my new friend!” Jack gestured towards Aem. “Aemulus is his name and he came here with Captain Goodwin. Aemulus, this is my good childhood friend Brom. You joined us at the perfect time actually, I just finished the Oakvale tour and was about to ask him for stories of his own home.”

Aem shot Jack a look as Brom perked up. He’d managed to dodge the conversation and with an audience, Aem was unlikely to get any honest answers of introspection out of his new-found twin.

“Please, just call me Aem.” He shook Brom’s hand in greeting. “I suppose I have an interesting story or two to tell, but first, perhaps we should head for the tavern? A place to sit and a good drink sound like the best way to enjoy a tale.”

“Oh, I so do loves a nice cold tankard. There’s also that little corner table we could grab so nobody’ll interrupt us.” Brom was practically bouncing up and down in excitement. Jack nodded and gestured for the others to follow him back into town. Aem was going to have to wait until later to corner Jack again.

On the way to the tavern, the three men ran into Dahlia, who was as surprised as Brom was when first spotting Aemulus. Introductions were had yet again, and they carried on their merry way with another member in tow. Luckily, the corner table hadn’t been taken and as the men settled into their seats, Dahlia offered to grab the drinks.

It didn’t take long for her to return and set a tankard in front of each of them. She scooted her seat closer to Jack and wrapped her arms around his free one.

“You said you two were engaged, correct?” Aem aimed the quick question at Jack before taking a sip.

“Yes. We might even have everything in order soon to go ahead with the ceremony.”

“Oh, so you found a baker?” Dahlia looked up at him. She was secretly hoping it wasn’t the same one she had heard about.

“A visiting one, from Bloodstone. They make an amazing lavender tea bread.” Jack smiled down at her. “I actually planned a visit for us in two days. I was going to tell you tomorrow, but now seems like a good time to break the news.”

Dahlia hid her head in his side. Brom, putting two and two together for once, unfortunately couldn’t stop himself from commenting.

“Wait, when you said you’d heard of a baker you wanted to check out before you told Jack, was that the one? Looks like he beat you to it already then, haha!” Jack looked down at Dahlia with an amusedly smug look on his face.

“And you thought you were gonna get everything in order yourself before I could so much as get wind of any of it.” Dahlia reached and took a sip from his tankard before he could protest.

“Since I lost the bet, the least you can do is share your drink then.”

“Why not get your own?”

“I didn’t want to.” She stuck her tongue out at him and he shook his head in response.

“Well you two certainly act like you’re married already.”

Aem’s voice sounded a little leering, but Jack seemed to be the only one who had noticed. Neither Brom nor Dahlia had any sort of reaction to it beyond a slight chuckle, so he couldn’t say anything about it.

“The two of ‘em’s been together since we was kids. They’ve been acting married for years.” Brom let out a heartier laugh this time, and Dahlia piped up with her own commentary.

“Though telling him that always leaves him a bit embarrassed.” She fell into a fit of giggles when Jack used his free hand to tickle her side. Aemulus simply watched the moment unfold, hands holding the drink sitting firmly on the table in front of him. “Stop, stop, I’m sorry! Heehee, I won’t do it again!”

He whispered something in her ear which left her hiding her face in his side again. Jack looked proud as he looked back at the others.

“So Aem, you said you might have a story or two of your own to tell. Why not share with the class?”

“Oh, yeah! I’d love to hear what your home’s like! You got anyone waitin’ for you to come back?” Brom was leaning towards their new friend, curiosity lighting up his face. He was the most eager to learn more about Aem, but he could spot Dahlia peeking at him from across the table as well.

Taking a deep breath, he proceeded to empty his tankard within seconds and gently set it back down on the table. The others simply stared at him in shock and awe. Clearing his throat, Aem spoke up after the brief silence.

“So you want to know more about where I’m from, eh?”

All three of them nodded.

“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to tell you all. We’re friends now, aren’t we? Just don’t go getting green with envy after I tell you…”

Hills of vibrant green all around, protecting a quaint valley town from the harsher outside world. One might think this little town would be a boring place to live with its temperate weather all year-round, but that is where you would be mistaken. There were a few passages through the hills that locals knew well and delicacies that only this town could produce, so trade kept the streets bustling with life. Indeed, despite its smaller-than-expected size this small town could rival any large city in wealth and prosperity.

The secret to it all was the mead.

Beekeeping was held in high regard- one of the most honorable professions one could take up. Brewer, gardener, and florist were also three incredibly well-respected professions. The fields surrounding the town were always bursting with color from all the flowers. Honey from here was the sweetest and never in short supply.

Sweet honey makes an even sweeter mead.

Nothing could rival the alcohol this little town produced, and to compliment the drinks were bouquets made with the most romantic of flowers in mind. What better way to say ‘I love you’ than with liquid dessert and a brilliantly blooming display of bright red roses, orange lilies, pale pink peonies, and dark red carnations?

It certainly wasn’t much of a tourist spot itself, but the cities over the hills certainly would pay a pretty penny to make sure everything got to them fresh and safe. They were the more popular spots, and that was perfectly fine for everyone in the town itself. It wouldn’t do to have people trampling the flowers and disturbing the bees after all.

Aem went quiet for a moment, surveying everyone’s reaction. Brom looked lost in thought, trying to see the flowers before him while Dahlia had a gleam in her eye, like she desperately wanted to ask to go see them.

Jack’s reaction was the hardest to read. He seemed to be doing his best to keep himself guarded, but he did seem a little intrigued by the idea of such a town, head tilted to the side ever so slightly in consideration.

“Before anyone asks the obvious, no I don’t have anyone waiting on me back home. I’ve actually been hoping to find someone in my travels willing to come back with me.”

All of them raised an eyebrow at that. Dahlia was the first to speak up.

“You’re single?” He nodded.

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“Well, we’ve only just met, but if you’re anything like my Jack, surely you’d have tons of girls jumping at the opportunity.”

“Ah, but that’s just the thing, most don’t want to go off adventuring. They want to settle down immediately, in the place where they grew up. I, on the other hand, still wish to see more of the world.”

“B-but,” Dahlia refused to give up the topic, “surely there’s got to be someone willing to adventure with you! You can’t tell me absolutely no one is interested.” Aem simply shook his head.

“That’s become part of the challenge of adventure, I’m afraid. Though I am always glad to make new friends. I look forward to spending time with the three of you while I’m here.” Standing up, he stretched his arms above him. “Though it appears we’ve spent quite a bit of time talking this evening,” he gestured to the window. “I suppose it’s about time I found Captain Goodwin to say goodnight and settled into a room. Pleasure meeting you all.” He shook Brom and Jack’s hand one last time before heading off further into the tavern to find the captain.

“I suppose we should all be gettin’ back then. It’s late and I ain’t about to make me mum any madder. Already kinda mad at meself for missin’ dinner…” Brom took off while grumbling under his breath. Jack turned to Dahlia as a realization crossed his face.

“I’ve completely forgotten about my dad! Despite the fact I’ve somehow managed to avoid him all day, he’s absolutely going to tear into me when I get home.”

“Well, you can always come stay the night with me. You know my parents don’t mind pulling out some spare blankets for you on the floor.”

“I know they don’t, but doing so last minute feels wrong.” Jack sighed. “Better get going before it gets too late.”

A comforting hug and a quick kiss on the cheek was all they shared before Jack was out the door. Dahlia knew she wasn’t going to be able to see him at all tomorrow- and as bothered as she was at the idea, she knew it would only be for a day. Besides, it would give her time to ask Aem more about his travels while showing him more about the town.

The excitement at learning more about their new friend put a spring in her step as she headed out the door. Tomorrow was certainly going to be an interesting day.

#fable ii #fable iii #fable reaver #reaver #reaver oakvale #reaver's life in oakvale #i tried and lost steam so fast ngl #i might cannibalize some of these original characters i've made for this into other writing projects tbh #... is that even the terminology i'm looking for?#rambling in the tags just ignore me lol #hard to say what pre-destruction reaver was like #but i tried?

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zutaralesbian · 4 days

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My Fable ships:

Fable 1:

Hero of Oakvale/Whisper: I think Whisper truly cared for him but her jealousy and competitiveness often got in the way (which wasn’t helped by Thunder putting so much unfair pressure on her tbh). But it’s shown when she tells him that she will absolutely refuse to kill him if she wins their battle in the arena, and when she wants to properly say goodbye and apologize to him before leaving the guild. Idk. I think their dynamic has a lot of potential for a good childhood frenemies to lovers story.

Hero of Oakvale/Emily (aka teddy bear girl): Emily is such a blink and you’ll miss her character but I feel like it’d be kind of sweet for the hero to end up with someone who knows and understands at least a small part of his trauma. Whenever I play the game, I usually buy a house and marry a random woman in Bowerstone simply because I like the house there best. But if I had the option to marry Emily, I’d absolutely settle in Oakvale for storytelling purposes.

Fable 2:

Sparrow/Hammer: I used to be into Sparrow/Reaver when I was younger and I apologize in advance, since I know that’s probably still the more popular ship. But as an adult now I personally can’t stand Reaver, especially knowing how he’s portrayed in Fable 3. I find that I LOVE Sparrow/Hammer now though (especially with fem Sparrow). Let them be best friends to lovers lesbians please.

Fable 3:

Tbh I never finished Fable 3 because back when it first came out, I wasn’t really a fan 😬 I’m going to give it another chance though, once I finish my replays of 1 and 2.

That said, from what I do remember of it, I think I like the hero with Elliot/Elise. Angsty first love narratives always gets to me. I know not choosing to sacrifice them and later stealing them from their current fiancé after reuniting with them is technically the ‘evil’ choice, but I’m totally doing that.

#fable #fable 2 #fable 3 #*

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devilbrakers · 11 months

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OC TAG GAME

was tagged by the lovely @aragorngf to sort some ocs and use this picrew! tysm <333333

FAVORITE OC:

gray -- devil may cry 🌱

My poorest little meow meow. My wet paper bag of a mercenary. My sweet cheese. My silly rabbit. They simultaneously make my heart ache and soar whenever I think about them, their story, and everything that they are. I’ve put a lot of thought and care into them over the past couple of years that I’ve had them and they pretty quickly claimed this spot. They are my favorite brainworm <3.

NEWEST OC:

aurora -- devil may cry

There’s actually a newer oc but I made like. 2 days ago and I’m not quite ready to share her with everyone yet so here’s Rory!! Not too much on her backstory yet. She’s not involved with any canon characters, just Gray and eventually Dmitri. She does die a few years after meeting them unfortunately 😔

OLDEST OC:

tihtiyas -- resident evil

Maverick is technically my first oc but he’s just changed soooooo much while Ti hasn’t much in comparison so I put her here instead. I’ve mostly just refined her as I’ve gotten older. I’ve had her since I was about 12 years old and she means a lot to me :) even tho I don’t talk about her too much. I really like her story and her relationship with Leon and the other characters. I made her when at a time where I was struggling with accepting my identity as an indigenous person (not because I was ashamed but bc of other reasons) and she kinda helped me with that!

MEANEST OC:

jace -- fable

This was a tie between him and Zeke, whom I could not make in the picrew so </3. I will give Jace the title of the worst man in Albion purely because Reaver was not alive during the first game JDFSKL. Jace was raised by good people and knew a lot of kindness in his life though he’d end up jaded to the world around him anyway due to the first raid of Oakvale that happened when he was only a child. This would result in the loss of father and sister while his mother was nowhere to be found, or so he thought. To Jace, kindness is weakness and only the strong can survive. Though one could argue he takes that sentiment a step too far.

SOFTEST OC:

valen -- skyrim

The sweetest girl in all of Tamriel!! Valen is soooo special to me. She is a bosmer and a healer, a job that requires no small amount of compassion. Her story is one of self-discovery, particularly discovering her strength and self-worth though she loses no amount of kindness along the way, she just doesn’t let it get in the way of taking care of herself anymore.

MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC:

silas -- dragon age: origins

This is partially a defense mechanism (mainly against humans) but also because of their overwhelming autistic swag. At their core, Silas is kind and protective of those around them, perhaps overwhelmingly so. They’re also irresponsible and flighty but becoming a warden forces them mature pretty rapidly. Through their journey, they discover their knack for leadership and for problem-solving even if they’re not the most diplomatic. Their relationship with Mivera (their sister), Zevran and the other companions is really special to me!

DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC:

sylvan -- skyrim

I had such a hard time with this one because none of my ocs are really stupid? I picked Sylvan because I guess he’s the least intelligent but mostly just acts like a giant dumbass because he thinks it’s funny. But it also works to his benefit when others underestimate him. He’s not the most academically sound but he has the street smarts, charisma, and looks to make up for it.

SMARTEST OC:

demetria -- eso

I don’t think you can be as old as she is and be dumb fjdslf. But her upbringing had a heavy focus on the academics and magic so she’s always been incredibly book smart. She was, however, lacking any sort of street smarts or social skills until she left the cave she was raised in. But this would change upon meeting Valkya and Hakon, two nord warriors turned mercs who took her under their wing. She’s blunt, witty, and a tiny bit arrogant but is also kind and loves to talk about her studies any chance she gets. She’s a nerd <3.

OC I WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS WITH:

eden -- devil may cry

She is truly the bestie of all time. I’ve always found myself drawn to people like Eden (extroverted, kind, and very talkative) and she loves to adopt sad little introverts so I think we could be great friends! Sitting on a rooftop and watching the stars with her would fix me, I think.

tagging: @numbaoneflaya @time-is-a-lake @aartyom @celticwoman @mrs-theirin @nuclearstorms @morvaris @druidgroves @katsigian @swanfey @swordcoasts @jillvalcntines and anyone else who’d like to join in!!

#dskfljds anyway thank u again jasmine this was super fun!#tag #my ocs #gray #aurora #tihtiyas #jace #valen #silas #sylvan #demetria #eden

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the-sparrow-sings · 2 years

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REGARDING THE CORRUPTION POST-- YOU GET IT!!!!!! YES THAT'S EXACTLY IT

AHH THANK YOU FOR MESSAGING ME ABOUT IT!! I WAS GOING TO MAKE A POST DELVING DEEPER INTO IT BUT I GOT DISTRACTED

Okay so these are my tags for those who haven’t seen them on @floating-goblin-art ‘s beautiful post about Reaver hiding horns under his hat(link added for those who haven’t seen the art I’m referring to)

But yeah context given, I need to Brain Dump about this after doing a little more thinking, because it makes SENSE!!

There are a LOT of characters who should have more evidence of corruption in Fable 2 with how easy it is for Sparrow’s appearance to change (admittedly it’s hard to necessarily say who has hero blood, and it IS possible that the whole horns thing was meant to just be an Archon blood thing, but there are characters who we go up against that in my opinion most likely have Hero Blood—like Dash, the Bandit who claims to be “The Fastest Man Alive”, and the Cult Leader who you can kill to protect Oakfield)

However, if we assume that Morality in Fable (2, at least) is NOT judged by an otherworldly being, but the values of an individual and their lifestyle personally, it would make more sense that they don’t end up sprouting horns or glowing cracks in their skin even when the narrative clearly shows them as villainous. Sparrow on the other hand, we know grew up on stories of Heroism that Rose made up for them until her death, and that they FINISHED growing up under Theresa’s guidance and training for the explicit purpose of getting vengeance upon Lucian. The specific types of things that raise CORRUPTION(not Evil) in Fable 2 relate VERY well to the base of Sparrow as they’re shown in game and that fascinates me.

It’s been a while since I’ve played, but if I remember correctly the biggest “Corrupting” influences in Fable 2 are 1: Rich Foods and Alcohol, and 2: Raising Rent Prices. The rent prices specifically are a betrayal of who Sparrow was as a child—they grew up on the streets before Theresa took them in, to raise the rent and further impoverish families is not only a shitty thing to do, but it’s SPECIFICALLY shitty from the perspective of Sparrow’s childhood. The food is fascinating as well, because when I first played the game I thought “Well this is kind of fucked up” from the perspective of disordered eating, but I don’t think it’s ACTUALLY about the Food and Alcohol itself—this may be a reach, but I suspect that the reason cooked foods(and alcohol in general) raise corruption is that they represent slowing down to enjoy life, as opposed to remaining staunchly devoted to The Mission™️ and avenging Rose.

Theresa reminds us throughout the narrative that Sparrow has a PURPOSE. I suspect that betrayals of that purpose are what cause corruption, since I don’t think we get any corruption when we perform Evil acts in The Spire.

As far as Reaver goes, he as a character REPRESENTS the things that are Corruption for Sparrow, and yet he’s beautiful(narratively speaking, regardless of personal opinion, though I obviously agree. ALSO it’s fascinating that Sparrow gains Evil but no corruption for carrying out the sacrifice on the girl in the Shadow Court). This makes sense because Reaver himself feels no remorse for the drinking and the killing and the hedonistic enjoyment of his life—he feels guilt over Oakvale, but that was centuries ago, and he hadn’t known the cost when he made his deal. In truth, I actually think failing to ENJOY his long life would be corruption to Reaver, because if he’s not enjoying his life than everyone he ever knew in Oakvale died in vain.

That makes me think that in Fable 3 (which has no corruption mechanic, but I’m getting more into Lore territory than actual mechanics) Reaver HAS failed to enjoy himself. Reaver’s betrayed the man he’s spent CENTURIES as by trying to erase all history of his Piracy. This is my opinion, but Reaver in Fable 2 seemed much more ALIVE and overall pleased with life than he does in Fable 3. In Fable 2, we saw that most people Reaver rubbed shoulders with were other Pirate types and in general grittier people, where as in Fable 3 he’s surrounded by rich idiots (and also Balverines, but these Balverines are also very likely rich idiots)

This may just be the unrepentant Spreaver shipper in me—but I do feel as though it may have something to do with Sparrow’s death. I have a hard time wondering what else could have been significant enough to have him suddenly and brutally erase his history as Pirate King.

#asktag #fable 2 #fable2 #fable reaver #fable 3 #fable 2 reaver #fable 3 reaver

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