This page is all of my short stories I have been bothered to complete and upload.
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Faustus the ancestor of Saliek, and near enough the same person if not the exact. Faustus is a assassin. Due to his love of the clang of metal however Faustus finds the birthplace of the Arena, the story revolves around the in game description of the book “The Arena”.
In Fable the book of the arena, talks about a gathering heroes had to fight, and in time they formed the arena, the story below shows how Faustus begins his descent from murder to his ascent to glory.
They’re should be a story or two in the future of contracts Faustus makes, but I’ll write nothing of the sort unless someone requests it.
Enjoy an assassin intruding on a heroes battle.
I present “Faustus”
Faustus
Faustus. Faustus was his name the left handed swordsman from a dark history, from Oakvale, to Snowspire he was known, known for his ruthlessness and unforgiving nature, what can one expect when you grow up with less to look for than the blind?
To Raise yourself is hard, to learn is easy all it takes is failure, through trial and error, Faustus has risen to the most feared and respected assassin, in all of Albion. And those who were there at his failure, now lay with Skorm.
But here he is not a assassin, no he is glorious and a gift to the eyes of our gathering. Every new moon we gather in the secluded spot of Witchwood, were we the spectators watch heroes fight to the death. How does a assassin get into a fight of heroes? What else would a man as corrupt as this one do? Bribery and threats, well at least at first he did, but after awhile the majority of the crowd let him join.
Only is this his sixth visit, yet he brings down the crowds cheering his name, yes people cheering for a murderer, strange isn’t it. But once he steps into that dirt ring, he leaves his persona behind, in the ring silent is he not but loud and bellowing at his target, but as soon as its over gone is he, in the blink of an eye.
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Dawn, the sun rising and shimmering orange light to the tops of the tree’s, the air is still and unmoving, a blue clad hero impatiently awaits the outsider Faustus, when soon his patience has worn thin and goes to leave, he shows, appearing from the crowd gathered around the ring.
The hero wielding sword and shield, and blue leather on him and faceguard hiding his face from the point of a sword, only revealing his skin and green eyes. He laughs as he sees the Tiny assassin, wearing nothing but black wolf-skin, but none for his torso, bare chest, slim the killer is but muscular, speed based it would seem from his body build. The slim warrior with medium black hair reaching down to his chin nearly covering his cold grey eyes, he wears brown leather wrapped around his fists, the assassin looked at the giant hero who stood at least a mighty 6’ foot, but it mattered not.
The crowd roared at them to begin, Faustus immediately threw his blade from its hilt, the crowd gasped in awe, his sabre silver with in crested jewels of blue stone, sharp, jagged, death was no stranger to this weapon. The hero across, looked in fear from the weapon, should such a blade touch skin it would do more damage coming out than going in, truly a weapon of murder.
The hero looked at his weapon, plain steel, bought from a blacksmith, mass made, by the smiths of the land, they begun.
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Faustus first to the attack, running at the man, whom thrust his blade at Faustus’ torso, the killer making with excellent footwork, stopping himself in mid-run, and jumping to the opposite side of the giant, side of shield. A sample of the pain and confusion, Faustus had created a opening, he sliced at the mans shield arm who was taken unawares, the hero yelled in pain, he swung around withdrawing himself from proof of pain.
The hero swinging his sword at Faustus along with his body, armoured but suffering the wounds, of deliverance from his rival. Faustus swiftly rolled, sideways but received a cut on his left arm as he done so. The hero smiling, knowing he had got the slick swordsman, Faustus smiling also, causing confusion on the hero, the giant went to move, Faustus leapt like a cat over the head of the hero.
Coming to land, Faustus grabbed the giants head with his right arm, Faustus landing on the giants back with his arm tied around the hero’s neck, facing towards the sight of the hero’s, Faustus let loose his knee’s which were dug into the mans back, and fell to ground still grasping the giants neck.
Landing with the giants neck in hand, the man screaming in pain, from the landing and broken back, Faustus twisting the man sideways and slitting the hero’s throat as he spun to the ground.
Finished with the fight, Faustus walked to the dealer of the fights, taking his pay, opening it, and taking two coins out, “rest in peace” he said as he kiss the coins and throw them on the hero’s body.
Some stories are wrote to be great, others AKA Gretch do it by themselves in a mystery. This story like many others I have wrote was born from my boredom, when I’m bored I write, this story follows a teenage Hobbe trying to find or escape his family.
Hobbe life is so simple, living in a damp cave one day, then killing humans another. Gretch somehow is one of the most loved stories I’ve wrote, I however am not such a big fan of it. Its merely a story entirely revolved around a Hobbe who would rather run away from you than kill you.
I wrote this story in about three days, then polished it off, it still has errors, but no one seems to care that much, enjoy the life of Gretch, you’ll love the end.
I present “Hero for A day”
Hero for a day
Invasion
“Gretch!” barked a Hobbe, Gretch woke up finding himself being stuffed into a chest by his father, Gretch’s dad waving his hand signalling for the child to be quiet, soon after Gretch was packed into a dark tight chest he couldn’t see a thing. But sound was everywhere Hobbes screams surrounded the cave, some of cries some of laughs, there was a constant clang of metal the rare sound of impact, and the whizzing of arrows. Gretch grew worried he pushed open the chest that he lay in and peeked his eyes through it. He seen humans killing his family, the small Hobbe began weeping, most Hobbes were dead or dying on the floor of the damp cave, humans had invaded Hobbe cave!
The battle lingered for some time, when eventually most Hobbes were thrown into cages or dead on the floor. Gretch fell to the bottom of the chest crying for his kin Holding down on his long pointy ears refusing to listen to cries of his family and shutting his small squinted eyes which were full of tears, Gretch laid there for the worst part of an hour, when eventually he could not hear anything anymore, apart from the drips of water in the cave.
He opened the chest and seen the place had been emptied. Gretch walked on out of the cave dwellings forever crying as he did so. He fell to the floor screaming in depression when out of no were he heard his fathers voice or so he thought but it was just a memory “one day you will get this me lad, it’s a magic staff has powers given to us by our lost god Recka”.
Gretch looked around and then ran back to his fathers room, he seen the staff a white long pole arm, or at least long for a hobbe. The staff had a white orb atop of it this where the magic emanated from this part was not to be touched or you would be burnt. Gretch thought of his family and the staff he nodded proudly and grabbed it, the Hobbe walked threw the cave for hours gathering items, partially naked at first, he was cold so he searched for anything that could be considered clothing. He finally decided to go out of his home in style, he walked out looking somewhat like a bandit, brown scruffy boots, black cap tied around his head leaving room for his small beady eyes. Rough brown clothe tied to make gauntlets on his tiny hands, then some good old bloodstained chain mail for his strong wide chest the metal reached down to his knee’s but he strapped it tight with a belt stolen from a trader. The ‘armour’ covered most of his compact muscled body leaving few parts of his brown skin on show, brown being the most common colour of most Hobbes skin though there were tales of blue skin.
Ready to find his family the Hobbe yelled out “Gaur!!!!” he madly ran to the caves entrance with his staff held high looking insanely scary and stupid at the same time, Gretch however did not think about how he looked most Hobbes never did. The Hobbe ran outside the cave, still running madly when suddenly he stopped, seeing a bush of thorns blocking his way, his head dropped in a deep annoyed sigh.
Gretch dropped to the floor as did his staff, as his staff fell harshly on the floor it zapped out a ball of purple energy at the thorns, Gretch jumped in shock holding his hands on his face, when then he realised the staff had destroyed the thorns, he smiled showing off his putrid teeth it looked rather disgusting but rather cute at the same time. Gretch chuckled in a grunt state and picked up the staff and walked on past the bushes, he seen a giant earth Troll! “arrgh!!!” Gretch scrambled back behind the thorns shivering in fear from the giant, Gretch poked his eyes threw the near wrecked bush and looked at the Troll, as he looked the Hobbe thought to himself ‘its funny how its laying down I’ve never seen a Troll do that before they usually sleep in the ground’ when suddenly Gretch realised that the Humans must’ve killed it.
The Hobbe walked over to the Troll poking its stomach with his staff jumping back in fear as he poked the beast, when no movement came his eyebrows raised up and a smug sneer appeared. Gretch jumped on the Trolls stomach bouncing up and down waving his staff high and proud like he actually killed the thing, pretending he did. While Gretch celebrated a band of three adult Hobbes walked out from Darkwood and seen the child jumping up and down they all looked at each other confused.
The three Hobbes walked over to Gretch, and coughed alerting him, Gretch fell from the Troll in shock, he fell to his face but jumped to his feet straight away not wanting to look foolish. But it seems it was to late the adults laughed at him.
Tribe of misfits
“Who might you be child?!” grunted the bulkiest one wearing blue leather properly stolen from a dead guard. “Err I…I’m..I’m Gretch!” stuttered the now scared Gretch, “I see, and did you kill this Troll Gretch?” replied the blue clad Hobbe. Gretch looked around flickering his eyes from side to side, thinking to himself, “Yes!” he told the grown Hobbe. The Hobbes laughed at the puny child “hey! How old is yer?” yelled one of the other Hobbes wearing brown pants up to his hairy nipples.
Gretch responded “I’m almost five”. “Five? Why your nearly at puberty my boy! Haha!” retorted the first and biggest once again. “How’d you escape the Humans Gretch?” asked the topless Hobbe, “Oh he must’ve killed em all eh?!” laughed the first. Gretch heard off rumours from magic users how they got respect just by knowing Will, Gretch nodded his head and banged his staff on the ground making his magic clear and dominant the Hobbes looked at the staff.
The first Hobbes face straightened out of laughter into a serious one, “My respects then, forgive us we did not know.” Stated the Hobbes as they backed up and bowed at the feet of Gretch, Gretch’s face lit up in shock and honour his bluff had worked then his face was firm suddenly when they arose. “The Humans won’t expect magic from us Gretch, perhaps you could join us” questioned one of them though Gretch did not know which said it.
Gretch nodded in approval, “great! My names Muk , that there in the pants is Maxley, no relation. And this idiot in the traders jacket is Herb my half-witted brother.” Told Muk the Hobbe in blue. “Where were you guys off-to?” Asked Gretch, “we were following those Humans they invaded the cave! They’ve gotta die!” shouted Maxley angrily. “I’m hungry” told Herb in a rather random unintelligent slur Muk looked at him and rolled his eyes in a tired way. Gretch thought of not going due to certain dangers but then once again he thought of his family and he had unfortunately met up with these guys, not wanting to let the others know he was a coward he agreed “Yeah, of course I was going that way anyway, soon as I killed that fat thing” Told Gretch in a lie.
“Great! Your gonna love the way Humans taste, honest to Recka they make a great meal” uttered Muk in Gretch’s ears.
“Hey Getch can I have your belt me pants keep fallen down” shouted Maxley, “my names Gretch” shot back the angered child. Muk laughed at the two of them “Recka save us, it’s gonna be a long night with you two.” chuckled Muk.
Smells like shit:
After a short nights walk the tribe of misfits as Muk called them, had walked through Darkwood entrance. Gretch looked around at his new friends wondering if they had any weapons if not they would be in serious danger as Darkwood had a bad reputation for attacks. “You hear that?” whispered Muk while signalling the others to stop, “what did you say?” Shouted Herb due to him not hearing his brothers whisper. A Balverine landed right in front of Herb “Herb you moron!” roared Maxley, “hey where’s Gretch gone?” asked Muk as he pulled out a hammer.
Gretch seen the Balverine and made a run for it frantically sprinting with his arms in the air. Gretch made it to a clearing of dead weeds far away from the river were his friends were fighting a Balverine. Gretch fell to the floor gasping for air he’d never run so fast in all his pathetic life, relaxing and coolly getting some breathe back. Gretch sniffed and smelled a foul odour, he felt himself then moved his hand south feeling dampness, “erghh!!!” he cried while rushingly removing his pants he looked at it he couldn’t believe himself, Gretch had soiled himself.
Gretch ran onwards away from his soiled pants on to a swamp like area, there were strange mushrooms covering the muddy lake. He approached one of them in curiosity and was hit back by a explosion of white energy. Gretch picked himself up and walked on then heard rushed footsteps behind him, he looked behind him it was Muk!
“Curiosity killed the cat Gretch!” shouted Muk knowing about the mushrooms, “Err but I’m a Hobbe” told Gretch as he began wiping himself from mud.
Gretch made a run for it, knowing his cover of bravery had been spoiled and when turned around he was trapped in a dark place he struggled madly trying to escape.
My Kin
It was a bumpy ride wherever Gretch went but eventually he was dropped on his head “Baaa!!!”. Gretch once more tried to escape when suddenly he seen a big white hand reaching for him it grabbed him. He seen the face it was a Human! “Ruarrr!!!” Gretch smacked the Human using his long staff the ball of energy burnt the Human causing the Human to drop Gretch on the ground. The little Hobbe looked around and run for it when then hearing a familiar voice “You! You..you..coward!” Muk roared angrily from behind enclosed bars.
The Human could begin seeing again, Gretch seen him and ran up to him swiping and slashing his staff madly at him when by accident a purple ball of energy was sent flying at Muk, the encaged Hobbe yelled out in desperation then died. The Human looked at Gretch in confusion as if to say do you know how to use that thing? And no Gretch didn’t know how to use his staff but it was a useful weapon to say the least.
Gretch aimed the staff at the ugly Human and shouted out “fireball!” in a high pitched voice but no luck the staff remained useless for the stupid Hobbe. The Human unsheathed a short sword and slashed at Gretch “urgh” yelped Gretch as he dodged the blade. The Hobbe threw the staff at the Human causing him to stumble, the Hobbe run through the legs of the Human.
“Hey where ya going yer little sod!” shouted out the Human seeing the Hobbe run under his legs.
Gretch running through the giants legs punched upwards at the mans groin, he let out a horrible sound of pain while falling to the ground, Gretch let out a cruel giggle. The Humans sword gleamed like a diamond in the eyes of Gretch, laying on the floor from the Humans fall Gretch picked it up and dug it deep in the Humans chest, killing him and spurting blood on Gretch “purr!!” spat the Hobbe.
Gretch then walked over to his old friend Muk, he looked at him and seen no sign of life, but seen a Balverine head, Gretch’s eyes flickered from side to side wondering and thinking. The Hobbe picked the head up and running to other cages all which had Hobbes in. Gretch couldn’t believe his eyes he’d been taken back to a camp of encaged Hobbes, “I found you!” he proclaimed in a high pitched squeaky voice in the centre of the somewhat horrible camp.
Hearing a noise Gretch’s parents seen their dear child, “son! Over here!” Shouted Gretch’s mother. The now Hobbe hero as the engaged Hobbes thought him walked over to his parents cage, “find us away out of here boy.” Told Gretch’s father to his son. “Help! Save us!” shouted random Hobbes from various cages.
Gretch looked at the cage and saw a weird hole in the cell door, “it’s a keyhole you idiot! And these are the keys you little mongrel!” Said a Human insulting the small Hobbe while holding a sword and a pair of keys in his hand. “I killed a Balverine!” Shrieked Gretch showing the Human a Balverine head he took from Muk, the Human looked at him in confusion. “Enough with your grunt-ish babble it sounds revolting” told the Human. Gretch looked over to his staff and smiled he ran for it the Human followed.
Gretch got to his staff and picked it up then spat out a lost word “Recka!” and a purple ball of magic arose from the staff confronting and killing the Human. Gretch walked over to the limp corpse and looked at the keys it looked similarly like the cages hole. He began running to cages using the key opening the cells, his kin thanked him as he done so, but he would not rest till he freed them all, he ran to the last two cages that were locked he began unlocking one when he heard horses Gretch knew it meant Humans that sound was all to familiar.
The last of the Hobbes ran out of the camp Gretch just luckily opened the last cell door with enough time for his friends to run. Gretch began celebrating he had rescued his family from the evil Humans!
“I’m a hero! I’m a hero! Hahaha!” Gretch danced madly following his family back to the cave when he heard a sound, he turned around and fell dead to the floor, a arrow in his head.
When your feeling low, turn to the liquor, even heroes cry, that’s the basic idea behind this story.
Its not a favourite of mine, but it sure did stretch my vocabulary to its limits. The story follows Fable 1 not TLC after the defeat of Jack, and the hero has lost his wife in childbirth, he has since married Lady Grey but he despises her.
He mourns for his wife while his son cries for love, he leaves the child to starve, some hero eh? Love can be a powerful thing.
You’ll do anything for someone you loved.
I present “Desperate Essence
”The ancient man sat there on his darkly stained armchair, how is it that he was so old all people die young in this day yet the faceless shadow had yet to claim his hollow soul. The curtain drapes had been yanked closed not moving for sun or moon. The grey haired warrior sat on the rotten chair swilling his finely aged whisky to his fat belly not caring for anything more not even Mrs Grey who lay on her bed in his chamber dead with a sword stiff in her neck keeping the whore attached to the bed she had been a good night but didn‘t fill the gap in his heart that was his wife’s. Back in the library of the Grey castle lay a screaming baby innocent but blamed for the death of his fathers wife she had died in childbirth, starving it is, how it has the energy to continue cry was beyond his father even the cruel countess Grey had the compassion to try to care for the child though it was not hers, death was her reward she’s a lucky bitch thought the hero.
The man snatched the empty bottle of whisky then throwing it into the fire that he so Longley gazed at for hours on end, the bottle shattered to a thousand pieces in the fire it laid there now slowly melting with the unaffected soul mask of Jack. The mask had been there for weeks yet the drunken depressed ‘hero’ felt coldness from its touch forever cold it didn’t burn. Aside the fireplace there was a great golden axe double headed shaped like a hawk with its wings high as sky, blood covered the top right blade it wasn’t fresh but was clotted and hard like a second skin, countless artefacts were littered around the mansion all used sometime throughout his great life, his trophies from past quests ridden with dust he didn’t care for them anymore. People searched for a hero, why? Jack the hero’s lifelong nemesis is dead his mask less corpse caged high on the wall of the Grey mansion power was his desire and his undoing.
“Fame truly is a curse” mumbled the old weak man while opening another bottle of aged poison. Wherever he went people cheered for him, countless beasts lay dead, and men alike they await him across the thick black river where eternal battle and eternal pain call for him. All those that tasted the sharp end of his blades wait for him and they will have there revenge on him forever I’m to old to fight he thought while his hands quivered freely trying to grab his drink to calm himself and his nerves. He looked through the blurred glass filled with his whiskey as he drank it and seen a rose dead it was, blackened just like his life and his wife’s ashes there’s nothing left anymore, the gold. The riches mean nothing without someone to spend it with he could own all of Albion tenfold with the money he achieved in his life, yet it mattered as much as the smell of his foul breathe, thieves every week entered the castle taking small bags of gold the hero knew this still he drank, the young fools could have it all.
“What should I do?” begged the old whimpering man as he looked up at the near covered picture of his love, filthy the picture was, you could barely see her beauty her thick brown hair loosely hanging on her shoulders the thin smooth lips glistened with dark red and her eyes the most virtuous thing about her more green than a light blue so unique she was. “what should I do?” he moaned as he lay there intoxicated near to ruin to end. All went quiet the embers from the fire didn’t spark or burn anymore “old man care for your son!” the hero’s eyes flickered from a voice that he nearly forgotten the sound of, tears poured from him now. “My son” he said to himself while listening to the constant cries of the baby in the library, he pushed himself up from the chair that seemed to hold him down demon like it was the chair stunk of ale and tears. He pushed through the doors scrambling through the empty hallways falling and stumbling he fell on his side landing on a chair sharp stinging pains came from where he landed on his left kidney his stomach instantly reacted in a violent manner he gagged and vomited all over the floor and himself. So graceful he used to be, nimble, now though he could barely walk, he heaved himself up pushing his heavy body up with his hairy pale arms he got to his feet and fell back into the wall his sight was blurred he couldn’t taste the rotten air nor smell it. But he could hear an extremely loud cry. He held out his arms leaning on the walls of the corridor for balance he painfully trudged on with his legs aching were they’d not been used for so long, finally after what seemed like a battle against young men bullying him for his slowness and his age he made it to the library.
He seen a blur of white hopefully it was his son he thought, he gently picked the baby up supporting its head all by touch he could see nothing. The baby stopped crying and turned its attentions to the ugly thing that held him. A thick greying beard with strains of black that had not been shaven for a long time, dark brown eyes bloodshot twitching aggressively, and near complete grey hair greasy down to the mans ears, the baby laughed at the sight of his father. “My son, my boy, I hope yer not gonna be as ugly as me, lets go home”
Sleepless nights and sleep filled days made me write this, its not something you would call a great story, if your not intelligent enough then you may think that this is bad writing, but I assure you that was done on purpose, it has a few jokes in, internet humour, it has no relation to Fable, which is why I think it’s a good story.
It’s a skit on Fairy Tales, a gallant knight has come to rescue a princess from a evil villain but first he must get to the top of the dark tower. I please ask you to take into consideration that it was wrote at 2am and without sleep for at least two days, so it may seem strange or stupid perhaps both.
I present “Once Upon A time”
Once Upon A Time
Once Upon A Time
there was two dudes a forgotten horse and a chick.There was a evil dude that got really horney at this princess chick, so he kidnapped her and put her in a room in a ridiculously tall tower where no living soul could possibly get to.
After many centuries everybody in the world has somehow forgotten about the tower even though its in their town, and the princess that was kidnapped.
One day some random knight arrives from a far away kingdom to rescue the princess, I don’t know how he knows about the princess because no one else knows. Anywho he arrives in town and jumps off his white horse by the way he is wearing really silver and shiny armour, he draws his sword and runs to the tower, at this point the knight has forgotten about his horse, so he runs a few miles to the tower.
When he arrives at the base, the princess shouts down “Oh my Gallant knight has come to save me!” lord knows how she knew about the knight, after all she is in a really tall tower with no human contact. The evil dude hears the woman shouting so he goes and checks out his window, he sees a gallant knight.
The evil dude shouts down “You’ll never get up here lol!”the evil dude then ignores the knight and goes back to his unknown daily duties. The gallant knight totally ignores the evil dude and shouts back at the princess “Don’t worry I’ll rescue you somehow, I just need some rope”
The princess looks around her room and luckily finds some rope she throws it down outside the castle, the gallant knight looks at the rope, then thinking and most likely knowing that the princess is blonde she forgot to tie it to something in her room.
The gallant knight sighs deeply at her stupidity, then gets an idea, the gallant knight runs to the tower and knocks on it, a door appears the knight shouts out “10 points!”, the evil dude shouts out “hey no knights can enter there! That’s for my mail!” the evil dude becomes more angry and frustrated. The knight lols and opens the door.
“I’m going to kill you evil dude and take back the princess!” the knight shouted up the endless stairs, “rotfl its echoing that’s cool” shouted the evil dude down the stairs, the knight ignored the evil dudes noob language and began running up the stairs.
One year later…. That’s not cool
The knight reaches the top of the stairs, and confronts the evil dude, besides not eating or sleeping or performing any other human functions for a year, he goes on to fight the evil dude.
The evil dude pulls out a gun and aims at the knight, the knight curses aloud “Shit!” and the evil dude laughs then shoots his gun, the bullet goes for the knight but the good dude activates slow time spell and kicks evil dudes ass.
After a short battle, the knight goes to leave, but then remembers about that chick he’s gotta rescue. He breaks into the princess’ room to find a really old ugly and hairy grandma type looking woman, the knight is scared by the grotesque thing he has to save.
It’s a good thing I have a helmet on to hide my fear from this dude thought the knight. The princess runs at the knight and near breaks his back while landing in his arms. The princess goes in for a kiss, the knight pulls back.
“Don’t you want to kiss your damsel in distress?” asks the princess, “I would but I think you’re a dude at least you look like one” says the gallant knight. “What do you expect silly, I’ve been in this tower for 50 years hehehe” giggled the princess.
The knight drops the fat bitch on her ass, and runs down the stairs back to his king and home”
The End
So kids when a girl is trapped in a tower for 50 years don’t expect a hottie, expect a fatty. Life’s cruel, it can’t always be a fairy tale, especially when the hero is 50 years to late.