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Braeley Roland Briggs. Aka Braes the Bard
He is a bard and is the son of Roland from the 2nd game and an Irish woman, He was born in Oakfield but moved to whatever the fable equivalent of Ireland is when he was very young, moving back to Oakfield shortly after fable 3, And he will be all I talk and think about for weeks
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Braeley is mildly concerned
Hey hey hey. Look at my girl!
Suddenly got the urge to draw another sketch of my Hobw Robin. Took longer than needed
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Remember this guy ???
Well this is him now
Feel old yet?
Ok but in all seriousness I am so proud of how far my art has come over the last few years or so. Pose references and digital art has literally saved my life!!!
First drawing of Braeley Briggs in so long and I am so proud of how he turned out, thank you Jaskier from the Witcher for being the reference for this drawing. Coming up to the one year anniversary of when I made him
Hey! Have an art dump of my Fable OC to celebrate the anniversary of the first time I drew him!
Bonus: that one digital drawing where I used Jaskier as a reference.
It was nice meeting you
Fable one shot
This takes place around 2 years after the events of Fable 3 and Logan is forced convinced to go to a festival is Oakfield. While sulking in the nearby woods he meets a someone with an appreciation for ale and music.
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Even with the hustle and bustle of the golden oak festival, and the distant music of bards and the cheers of the crowd, Oakfield was peaceful, far more peaceful than Bowerstone had ever been with its loud and crowded city air, it offered an escape from the castle and the ever tiring looks of disdain from the Queens court. It was only natural that one could be swept along with the festivities and give their mind a break.
Logan however, could not. Even when he was there with the rest of Oakfield he couldn’t allow himself to relax, he stood away from crowds and watched his sister mingle with the townsfolk and dance with that soldier boy, actually enjoying herself. His mind was too preoccupied to join in, now and then he’d catch people staring, glaring at him, making him retreat even more. He had expected as much, he hardly blamed any of them for their discomfort, if his sister hadn’t come to him with such insistence and begged him to attend, he would’ve stayed home. He paced along the edge of the water, a fair way away from the celebration in town to give himself some space to think. Why was he here? Why did it ever occur to him that this might be a good idea? He could barely return to the castle without an intense wave of regret washing over him, a festival, with it’s joy and merriment and devotion to all things good and pure, was even worse for it.
Logan wondered if his sister had noticed his absence and if she would notice if he took a carriage back to the castle. His feet had barely began to walk back to the direction of town before a sound caught his attention. The sound of the festival had been muffled under the waterfall and rusting of trees, but he could hear this one clearly, the singing, and it wasn’t far from him. He walked cautiously towards the sound, towards the old Wellspring his mother had been all those years ago
As he approached the steps of the old ruined entrance, the music becoming clearer and clearer with each step he took, he could make out a figure at atop the crumbling wall strumming a lute and singing. The young man had his eyes closed with his head turned towards the sky, seemingly lost in his song. The sun shone through the trees making his chestnut hair appear almost red. Logan stood a few feet away from the man with his shoulders square watching as he’d muddle some of the words and curse under his breath before continuing his playing.
“Woe’s my heart I walk alone. Far from him…far from- far from…me? Oh for the love of…” The man’s voice had a soft lilt to it and it cursed again as the man repeatedly struggled with a section of the song and adjusted his position, he let the lute rest in his left hand and took a swig of an Ale bottle that from where Logan was standing appeared out of nowhere. “Oy Da how did you do it?” The man mumbled to himself and adjusted his position again so he could continue playing, before he could he looked up and noticed Logan standing a few feet away watching him intently “oy good Mornin’ down there! Howya?” The man beamed down at Logan, his enthusiasm at a crowd was obvious and the sudden change in atmosphere made Logan recoil.
“Pardon?” Logan put his arms behind his back, his blank face incongruous to the confused tone of his question.
“Howya. How are you? Enjoyin the festival?” Logan prepared to answer with a firm ‘no’ but the man continued speaking and he lost his chance “don’t let my current playing sway ya. I’ve got better tunes with me for when I perform I promise you that”
Logan looked at him curiously “you’re a performer?”
“Oh yeah! I’m on at sunset so I’ve got a ways to go yet” the man turned his body fully towards Logan so his legs were dangling off the edge of the wall. He rested the lute in his left hand again and took another swig of his ale, which Logan could now see did in fact not appear out of nowhere. He pointed towards town with the bottle in his hand “not havin fun?”
“I rarely find any social event entertaining, but my sister was expected to make an appearance and insisted I come along. I had to respect that” Logan walked a few paces to his right, his arms still glued behind his back. He looked back at the town, thinking surely his sister must have noticed he was gone now and he wondered if he should go back, the thought of the townsfolk made him shake off the thought.
They were silent for a moment, Logan now facing away from the man and staring at the town. His attention was back on the man at the sound of his giving a short whistle in his direction. His head snapped back.
The man pulled a face at Logan’s sudden acknowledgement before laughing slightly his hand holding his lute was extended towards Logan “Oy bud, mind holdin this, it’s just I wanna get down but I’ve got some drink in me and I don’t wanna drop her”
Logan stared at him for a moment before taking a breath and stepping toward him. He carefully took the lute from the man and held it in both arms.
“Right don’t break her” he pointed at Logan with the ale bottle in hand again “she belonged do my Da” he placed his foot on a protruding piece of stone from the wall and twisted his body so he could scale the wall down. Now and then his foot would slip and Logan would instinctively step forward but the man was quick even in his half drunken state and managed to catch himself before he fell, the wall wasn’t particularly tall so if he were to lose his footing, it would have little to no effect on him.
Once he was down he pulled at the cuffs of his rolled up sleeves and wiped at pieces of dirt that clung to his purple tunic. He was shorter than he seemed now he was facing him, coming up to Logan’s chest and Logan could make out freckles and a faint scar across the bridge of his nose. He took another swig of his ale and gestured towards his lute “Ta very much” he took the lute back in his hands and secured it to his back using a leather strap. why he didn’t do that before instead of pawning it off on Logan, he would never know.
The man went to take another swig of his ale but pulled a face when he realised the bottle was empty “Oy” the man gave a dissatisfied sigh “Right. I’m headin’ back to town if I wanna stock up on some drink before that thieving gobshite Colin nicks it all” He begins to walk away, turning back as he walked “it was grand meeting ya bud, come watch me perform yeah? Might cheer you up like”.
He turned away from Logan and sauntered towards the town. As he walked Logan took notice of his fingers tapping rhythmically against the ale bottle
Logan stood still for a moment debating if he should return to the town. He worried for his sister and a part of him hoped she was worried for him, for a moment he turned towards the town and prepared himself to walk back. Then the image of their faces flashed in his head, and he was reminded that no on in Oakfield apart from his sister really wanted him there.
He turned away and began to walk back to the stream.
The sound of that lilted voice yelling after him caught his attention and stopped him dead in his tracks. He spun around to see the man standing at the end of the path “Oy! Bud! my Mammy raised me with manners so I apologise”
“For what?” Logan yelled back at the man with a clear authoritative voice, addressing the man as if he were a soldier in his guard.
The man beamed. “For not introducing myself sure” he said it so matter of fact as if it was obvious as to why he was screaming at Logan from several feet away “I’m Braeley. Braeley Briggs”
Logan’s face remained stern “Logan” Logan bowed his head slightly “It’s a pleasure to meet you”
Braeley’s face dropped slightly for a brief moment and Logan felt his stomach drop at the resemblance to the looks he got from the townsfolk. Logan squared his shoulders in defence.
Braeley’s face furrowed in thought then changed after a few seconds and Logan thought he saw his shoulders jolt with a huff of laughter, then he smiled again.
“it’s nice to meet you Logan “