The History of Albion:Fable's World

[Dizzy Wallin]

Little is known about Albion's history due to a long period of decline. Its early history is identified as "the Old Kingdom", which, in Albion's parallels to real-life Britain, could be equated with the Roman occupation of Britain. During this time, the land of Albion was once led by an ancient royal bloodline, which culminated with the rule of Archon. By this time, Albion was a peaceful and prosperous land, with Archon's kingdom ruling over
every corner of Albion. However, Archon came into possession of an ancient and powerful sword that gradually began to corrupt him and, eventually, his entire kingdom. Numerous mammoth construction projects were begun to create strange structures all over Albion, and mysterious, enormous guards began guarding the four main energy sources of Albion and Archon's castle, the focus sites. New deadly creatures began roaming throughout the land, terrorizing the people of Albion as a 'darkness' spread far and wide throughout the world.

Sometime after this, Archon and his sword vanished, bringing a sudden collapse to his kingdom. However, the 'darkness' remained, casting a wave of fear throughout Albion.

In Fable: The Lost Chapters, The Oracle of Snowspire in the Northern Wastes reveals information about the Old Kingdom that was otherwise lost: "Archon" was not the name of a single king, but rather a title passed down by many kings, all connected through a unique bloodline and possession of the Sword of Aeons. This is similar to the pre-Norman times in England; in which it was a sword that marked a person as royalty, not a crown.

By the time Fable takes place, the world has slowly deteriorated from the days of the 'Old Kingdom'. Most people live in the small city-states that dot the countryside. The lands outside these cities are plagued by banditry and vicious creatures. Traders that travel through the country side are regularly killed by these forces, with some hiring mercenaries to protect them. The infrastructure of walls and roads built during the Old Kingdom have gradually deteriorated.

Fable 2 is set 500 years after Fable, where Albion seems to be in the Renaissance age as evidenced by the early firearms present in the E3 trailer. In Lionhead's Video Diaries, Fable 2 has been described as the era of "Highwaymen."

After the events of Fable, the Heroes Guild has fallen into discord. Citizens of Albion begin to despise the heroes, they start to believe heroes have become above the law. They also believe with Jack dead, there is no more need for heroes. At this point, heroes are discriminated against on a regular basis. Later, a battle occurs in Bowerstone between heroes and the townsfolk after a group of heroes ventured in Bowerstone, unaware of recent conflict. The heroes are easily cut down by the recently introduced gunpowder. The remaining heroes retreat back to the Heroes Guild, but it is burned down by mobs of townsfolk and utterly destroyed. The last of the heroes then live in exile, disguised as normal people. Citizens of Albion then continue to hunt down and destroy remaining heroes through means of genocide. The Arena has also been turned into a method of execution to remaining heroes.


The Fable team has now released a site that has information on the history of Albion, some of which slightly goes against what this information say's...
Also you are going to need a Silver player or some thing like that to use this link it will tell you more when you click on it.
Link:
http://www.lionhead.com/fable2/TalesofAlbion/tales.htm  

[The Fabulous RBK]

hey could you possibly copy and paste the entirety of the albion tales and send it to me in a pm? i need a program to view it as is on the lionhead site and i can't really download something like that  

[The Fabulous RBK]

I found the fall of the heroes guild part to be sad  

[A Light So Dim]

Fragments of the Old Kingdom

1. Reign of the Court

Legend has it that, when the world was young, Albion was a peaceful land full of tranquility and beauty. Then three came from the Void: the Knight, the Queen, and the Jack of Blades. They coveted Albion and demanded that all men bow down before them.

When the people refused, the Court burned Albion until the earth turned black and the sky was thick with smoke. Then the Court demanded obedience again, only to be refused a second time. This time the Court lifted the sea into the sky and flooded the world.

A third time the Court demanded that men worship them, promising peace and an end to the misery. Those who survived still refused. So the Court twisted their minds until brother slew brother, parents abandoned their children, and friend turned against friend.

Finally, the people of Albion bowed to the Court. They and their descendants toiled to raise monuments to those who came from the Void.


2. Birth of William Black

In the days when the people still suffered under the Court’s cruelty, a humble blacksmith and his wife had a boy. They named him William Black, and he would become the key to saving Albion.

Little is known about William’s youth. As a grown man, he amazed others with the powers of his mind, by which he was able to protect his village and perform feats that a dozen other men could not equal. These acts came to be celebrated as the “Powers of Will.”

William grew obsessed with the Court, determined to find a way to overthrow it. One night, while consulting a mysterious tome, he was suddenly transported from Albion into the Void. Here he met Jack, who sat on a throne surrounded by ghastly figures. Jack tried to enslave William with the powers of an ornate sword, but William fought back, and managed to steal the sword before escaping the netherworld.

Back in Albion, the sword spoke to William. It called itself the Sword of Aeons, and it promised to help him defeat the Court—but only if William offered his soul in bondage.

With the Sword of Aeons, William set off to find the Court.


3. Fall of the Court

William scaled the peak of Ruon, Albion’s highest mountain, and challenged the Court to combat. The Knight of Blades appeared first, and wielding the Sword of Aeons, William destroyed him completely.

Next the Jack of Blades appeared. They fiercely struck at one another until William broke Jack’s body. Some say that Jack was not truly slain, and that his soul escaped to the Void.

The Queen of Blades was the last to face William. For weeks their battle raged across Albion. Mountains were raised and valleys were formed by their mighty blows. At last, William slew the Queen and freed the people from their yoke. They acclaimed William, who now took the title Archon, as their king.

4. Rise of Albion

Once he had vanquished the Court, the Archon set his mind to unifying Albion into a great kingdom. His powers of Will were so great that it seemed the world reshaped itself in accordance with his wishes. Cities were built in a week’s time, and marvelous machines were constructed that ran on Will alone. Through a thousand years of peace, Albion reigned as the greatest center of commerce and philosophy the world had ever known.

But without an enemy to vanquish, the Archon’s children grew petty and cruel. They called themselves Heroes and used their powers of Will to terrorize the people. A younger Archon might have stopped them, but his battle with the Queen and his time in the Void had infected his body and mind with a wasting illness. Faced with this decay, William wrapped his body in golden mail and a royal blue cloak, before vanishing.

Thus began the corruption of the Kingdom.


5. Fall of the Kingdom

When the Archon vanished, Albion descended into chaos. Three out of every four people were slain in wars or died from disease or starvation. Meanwhile, the Archon’s many descendants vied for power.

These new rulers were not as kind or wise as the first. Each new Archon, fearful of a coup, brought fresh tyranny to Albion. A massive wall was constructed around the city, to keep citizens in and beasts and undesirables out.

The Archons’ personal guard, who were encased in armor from birth, enforced their harsh decrees: no citizens were allowed out after nightfall, every citizen must appear when an alarm bell sounded, and any who opposed the Archon’s rule were killed along with their families. The people witnessed these cruelties from behind masks that signaled their status while concealing their fear.

When the Kingdom had grown to its greatest extent, the Archon demanded that an immense tower be built to focus Will. Just after it was completed, the sky was filled with a sudden bright light, and all Albion shook. In the morning the tower was gone and the Old Kingdom lay in ruins. All its people were gone except for those who lived beyond the walls.


6. Darkest Times

After the fall of the Old Kingdom, the few villages that survived the destruction of the Spire fell into isolation. Distance bred suspicion, which grew into bloodshed. Villagers fought for food, land, livestock, and fresh water. Soon, they were fighting even over women of child-bearing age.

Mercenaries sold their swords to the highest bidder and fought in a series of petty squabbles. If the mercenaries didn’t like the price being offered, they extracted payment by threatening the villagers.

But this was not the darkest time for Albion. The Fallow Wars, an age of darkness and blood, would bring Albion to the edge of extinction.

Human scavengers poked through the ruins of the Old Kingdom. What they found they did not understand, and priceless artifacts were cast aside or traded as trinkets. Finally the forest grew over the ruins, and it was as if the rich heritage of Old Albion had never been. The population dwindled, and those who survived would awaken each day to a darker world.

It seemed there was no safe haven. Hope faded as bandits stole and murdered with impunity. The people, starving, scoured the land for food and fresh water, but as the years passed there was less of each to find. Crazed prophets preached that the end of the world was at hand.

Then, out of the east, hope arrived in the most unexpected form. A bandit and mercenary by the name of Nostro came forth, pledging to bring peace and prosperity to Albion.


8. Rise of Nostro

In his youth, Nostro was a bandit and a mercenary driven by an ambition to leave his mark on the world. He was not without a sense of decency, but he did not reach his full potential until he met a wise old man named Scythe. Scythe was a wraith of a man, wizened and stern. He carried an ornate sword and shrouded himself in a tattered blue cloak that hid tarnished golden armor. He seemingly appeared out of nowhere and took a profound interest in Nostro.

Scythe saw in Nostro something more than a mere bandit. He sensed that Nostro unknowingly possessed the power that all of Archon’s descendants shared. Scythe hatched a plan: if he could properly guide Nostro, this bandit could achieve great things. He might even unite Albion and undo the damage done by the first Archon and his children.

And so Scythe began to teach Nostro how to be a leader of men.


9. Albion Reborn

Following Scythe’s counsel, Nostro set about returning security and prosperity to Albion.

First, he gathered men and women from throughout Albion and founded a Guild where they could train to become true Heroes. Meanwhile Scythe tutored Nostro in the ways of the Will. Using his new-found power, along with Scythe’s sage counsel, Nostro gathered an army and forced peace on the warring peoples of Albion.

For a time, it seemed that Albion might return to its former greatness. Those hopes were in vain.

10. Fall of Nostro

While the Guild was taking shape, Nostro commissioned a number of other great creations. One was the Witchwood Arena, intended to be a venue in which anyone could settle disputes in public. At the same time, Nostro’s smiths forged a sword known as the Tears of Avo, patterned on reports of the Sword of Aeons, which had been lost with the Archon’s disappearance.

Despite Scythe’s teachings, Nostro increasingly fell under the sway of a power-hungry courtesan named Magdalena. In time, she corrupted Nostro to the point where the Arena was debased into a source of popular entertainment and the Heroes’ Guild became nothing more than a house of mercenaries driven by lust for profit and fame.

These developments disgusted Scythe, who could only watch as Nostro and the Guild fell into disrepute. Finally he vanished, leaving Nostro to his fate.


11. Death of Nostro

Near the end of his life, Nostro could finally see how power had corrupted him, and how far short he had fallen of his youthful ideals. By then his followers and even his wife had long since abandoned him. Isolated, he was easy prey for an assassin who slipped poison into his food.

Nostro knew that he was dying. He called out for Scythe, and his old mentor came to sit vigil with him in his final hours. Scythe with warm affection of the good things Nostro had done in his life. Finally, at peace with himself, Nostro died with the dawn’s first light.

Scythe disappeared shortly thereafter. Some say that, to this day, he wanders Albion alone, seeking another who bears the power to restore Albion to greatness.


12. Aftermath

After Nostro’s death, Albion continued to grow and thrive, as did the Heroes’ Guild.

The Guild came to be led by a succession of Will users, who individually varied from well-meaning to cruel in their intentions. The Guild itself adopted a simple code: complete the quest to the letter, ask for payment up front, and obey the local law enforcement unless a Hero is on a quest. The Heroes who graduated from the Guild were at times admired and feared by the populace they served.

As for Magdalena, she went on to wed a series of husbands. Her children used their mother’s connection with Nostro to establish hereditary power for themselves over Bowerstone.

Fall Of Heroes

1. Graduation Day

Today I graduate from the Heroes’ Guild. My wife gave me this journal so I can capture my thoughts and record my adventures.

The graduation was to be in the Chamber of Fate. Instead---and rightly so, I think----It was in the courtyard memorializing those Heroes who died when Jack attacked Albion. I was so young then. When the Hero emerged from the fight, I was watching from the crowd. He defined what a Hero was: strong, resolute, and brave. I told my father I would be a Hero. He tried to talk me out of it, but I left for the Guild a few days later.

I tried everything to be noticed. I cleaned practice arenas. I fetched apples. I delivered supplies from Bowerstone, where I met my future wife. Finally the Guildmaster approached me and asked why I wanted to be a Hero. I told him I wanted to help Albion. My parents were apprehensive, but the Guildmaster spoke with them, and they relented: I could begin Guild training. For years I learned everything I could. Now those labors are over, and my real work has begun.


2. Back from Oakvale

Back from a quest in Oakvale, where I dealt with a group of pirates. It's strange that bandits on land are reviled, while those at sea make women swoon. It was exciting to visit the birthplace of the Jack-slayer.

I wish I could say I enjoyed Oakvale. I was walking toward the tavern when a rock struck me in the back of the head. I turned to see who threw it, but no one was looking at me. Later, the tavern owner explained that some people don't respect Heroes anymore. A couple of years back, around harvest, another Her came through, got drunk, and set fire to a row of houses. Heroes haven't been welcome since then.

Not everyone was cold to me. Some, mostly shopkeepers, were eager for my gold, and a married couple with family in the guild invited me to their home for dinner. But the animosity from the others is something I never expected. I still believe that Heroes are well regarded by most people. Surely the others will come around in time.

Happy news: soon I'll be a father. My training didn't prepare me for this.


3. Father is ill

Returned to the Guild for work and a reunion with my wife. More troubles on the way: I came across a crowd listening to a man shouting slanders against the guild. Others handed out leaflets saying that Heroes are worse than outlaws, that we think we're above the law.

I talked to a few in the crowd. A shopkeeper from Knothole Glade told me about a Hero who robbed her. A traveling merchant showed me his scars from when a Hero failed to protect him on a trip to Barrow Fields. With Jack gone, people say there is no need for Heroes. I reminded them that most Heroes serve others, but all I got was angry words in return.

One Merchant was hawking the oddest invention: a hand cannon that fires a small lead ball. Many people were interested, but no buyers. This "fire-arm" is far too expensive for villagers. I don't image that much will come of it.

When I met my wife at Bowerstone, I met also with sad news: my father is gravely ill. Tomorrow we head to Gibbet Woods to see him.
4. Death and Life

My father has died. His passing was peaceful; he'd been sick since last harvest. My wife helped Mother while I spent days by my father's side.

Father told me how worried he was. He has seen a growing resentment of Heroes. The villagers think the guards never took strong enough action against Heroes known to be dishonest. Eventually, my father said, people will have their fill of Heroes. That was why he didn't want me at the Guild. Mother told me later that Father stood up for me when others, even old friends, spoke out against Heroes.

I am seeing more of those firearms on villager's belts as of late.

We buried Father on the small hill behind the house. He handled his death just like in the tales, when Nostro, with Scythe by his side, was calm and content in the face of death.

In mourning, we greeted a new life: my wife gave birth to a beautiful, healthy daughter. If only her grandfather could have held her.


5. Worrying and Waiting

I am frustrated by the way the Guildmaster has handled the disrespect for Heroes. Months have passed and still he refuses to step in. He reassures us that this will pass. Heroes, he says, have been following their destiny to good or evil for decades, and people never complained before ... at least not this loudly.

I can't tell what he is thinking. He seemed so wise when I first started here. He's more cautious now. A few Heroes are eager to slit throats; the rest of us are trying to hold them back.

With the threat of violence at Bowerstone, I have arranged for my wife and daughter to stay here. They are both shaken by what is happening. My wife has lost friends because I'm a hero. She wants to know what I'll do to stop this. I have no answers.

At least they're safe. They're sleeping now, but lately I've found it hard to sleep. A couple other Heroes have said they feel like the walls are closing in. I feel something else, as if the whole world is set to explode.


6. All Gone

The guild is lost. This morning, a group of traveling Heroes ventured through Bowerstone, unaware of the recent unrest. Fighting broke out and the Guildmaster sent us to calm matters. We were too late. Bodies were everywhere. Only two Heroes stumbled to us. We were tending their wounds when the mob returned, firing pistols and carrying torches.

We fell back to the Guild with the mob on our heels. Before we knew it, they had breached the Guild's doors. Most of us hesitated to attack the people we had sworn to protect. The mob saw our hesitation and cut through us without mercy.

The last of us fled into the woods, hoping to escape under the cover of darkness. Behind us, the Guild was engulfed in flames. The mob celebrated by firing their guns in the air.

I sent my wife and daughter off to my mother's farm. The look in my wife's eyes---was it fear? Loneliness? Anger? Now I am alone. The fire still burns where I once lived, trained, and dreamed. It is all gone.

7. Still Running

A year now since the Guild was burned, and I am still running. News of what happened has affected every village I have seen. When I visit a new place, when I pass a group of villagers or enter a tavern, I feel them watching me. I feel them sizing me up. I travel in disguise. What worries me the most is the merchants and shopkeepers. They have pristine memories. I make sure never to cross paths with any who might know me from before.

After the Guild fell, I left off from writing in this journal. Now, though, I feel a new compulsion to record what has taken place. I also shall start using pages to write to you, my dear wife. My next task will be to find someone I can trust to get these messages to you.

I know you and my father worried about my being a Hero. I know you must think your worst fears have come true, but this will pass. Heroes have been around for centuries. I'll write when I can. I dream of you and our daughter. Kiss her for me.


8. A Winter Without You

My wife, I hope this message finds you and our daughter well. It has been another winter without you both. I feel hollow.

I made it to Knothole Glade after hiding near Witchwood Lake for the winter. I've been working as a day laborer, fixing homes and building new settlements. The Arena ... it made me sick when I saw it. They use it now to execute Heroes. Some fight for their lives, but their bodies always end up on the pyre. When I smelled the smoke it was like the Guild was burning all over again.

There's little to stop criminals from attacking smaller towns. One night, a gang of bandits attacked the Glade. If you could have seen me---it was just like old times. I cut them down in the blink of an eye. When the sun came up, the villagers came out of hiding and thanked me with knives and fists. Before I could protest, they were pelting me with rocks. I couldn't beat to fight them, but I knew they would skin me if they could.

I am hunted again. I shall write when I find safe haven.


9. In Hiding

My love, I'm on Hook Coast. For months I have been dodging the anti-Hero crowds. They seem to be everywhere. In fact, I entered Hook Coast just a day after another mob swept through.

They have taken to killing anyone who resembles a Hero. I have heard stories of people denouncing their rivals as Heroes, with a will for revenge or perhaps to remove suspicion from themselves.

For almost two years now, I have watched the people of Albion slaughter Heroes and turn on each other. At first I felt sorry for them; they were caught in their own ignorance. Now, I feel as if I have been misled by my own naivety. My father saw the anger growing among the populace more clearly than I could.

I have sent each letter by three messengers, in the hope that one would reach you. Please give our daughter my love. Now more than ever, make sure she does not reveal her abilities. A Hero's blood flows in her veins. The mob must never learn that.

10. Reduced to Theft

I am still on Hook Coast, though a mob of Hero hunters has recently arrived. Their numbers are smaller than before. Perhaps they are just a scouting party. I have cut my hair and changed my clothes. I've pawned my bow, but I have almost no money.

I have been reduced to theft. I travel along the shoreline, stealing clothes from laundry lines and fruit from orchards. I am ashamed of what I do to survive. My behavior is unworthy of a Hero, and it’s the sort of thing which I would punish others for. At night, I can hear mobs in the distance, and I wonder if they are coming to punish me.

I miss you both so much. I can only imagine what life is like for you back home. To my horror, I discovered my messengers' bodies strung up in trees, a "Hero Worshiper" banner wrapped around their corpses.

Now I am out of hope. This will not pass until we are all dead. I am heading North.


11. A New Home

No sign of hunters for months. Perhaps they're unwilling to follow as far as Snowspire. Even in midsummer, the air is crisp. For all the cold and snow, I feel at home. This is where the Jack-slayer vanquished Jack in his final form.

I have a job unloading crates from the mainland ferries. I sold some of my gear and bought warm clothes. The harbormaster has rented me a small shack just outside Snowspire. There's little to do here, but, after the past few years, I prefer the quiet. I have learned to fish. It brings me a measure of peace and puts food on my table. I've been dreaming more as of late. In my dreams I see a time, long after we are all dead, when Heroes will return. I can't see the new Heroes' faces, but I can see our legacy carried forward. I am at peace.

The people here are not suspicious of Heroes hiding in their midst, so I can send this directly to you. Come as soon as you can. Bring our daughter. There is a future for her here. There is a place for all of us. I wait for you.


12. Discovered

Very weak now. The mob found me. Was fishing by the river when I was ambushed by some scouts. They shot their rifles at me, hot me on my left side. It burns like fire.

Back in the cabin now. Torches are hitting the roof. Smoke. They're taunting me. I'm in the cellar. Dark and damp. I can smell the sea even through the smoke. Cellar window is dirty but I can see them. Some have masks, some wear helmets.

I thought I saw you out there, my love. But no. My mind plays tricks. You would never shout those hateful things. You would never lead the mob to my door. Would you?

Oh, my beautiful baby girl. I had hoped to see you again. Now they've taken everything from me. But I still believe. The world needs Heroes, just not this one. I'm not afraid anymore.

They've broken through the door. It won't be long.  

[Elektric_Sugar_Pop]

GAAAH!!I'm so excited about Fable 2!!!
I've tried not to read too much about it anywhere becuase I want to be as suprised as possible! :]
lol  

[A Light So Dim]

Not me, I'm trying to read about it as much as possible.  

[Elektric_Sugar_Pop]

SnakesNBarrels

Not me, I'm trying to read about it as much as possible.

I don't like things spoiled to me.I like suprises!
heart heart heart  

[Lizard Hunter]

ninja I'm waiting untill two days before i get it then i'm reading the History of Albion and some other articles i have. Then it'll be fresh in my mind when i start playing.... i'm odd pirate  

[A Light So Dim]

Your character KINDA looks like scythe..  

[The Fabulous RBK]

SnakesNBarrels

Your character KINDA looks like scythe..

speaking of avi's that look like X characters, I made a mule and tried to make it look like Briar Rose  

[A Light So Dim]

DOMOxKUN

SnakesNBarrels

Your character KINDA looks like scythe..

speaking of avi's that look like X characters, I made a mule and tried to make it look like Briar Rose

Heh, I tried to make one look like Jack.  

[The Fabulous RBK]

SnakesNBarrels

DOMOxKUN

SnakesNBarrels

Your character KINDA looks like scythe..

speaking of avi's that look like X characters, I made a mule and tried to make it look like Briar Rose

Heh, I tried to make one look like Jack.

look for an avi named Paradyme Dryad and tell me what you think  

[FCastleThe Punisher]

I found this while keeping an eye on Lionhead's site, thought it was a nice touch and a good read