king logan · fable iii · tyrant · paranoid · albion · tragic villain · royal sibling · industrial setting · capable warrior · ruthless
The heavy oak doors groan inward, carving a slice of dim light from the War Room. Logan is a statue before the vast map, his broad shoulders tense under the weight of his ornate armor. His gaze isn't on the green hills of Albion, but fixed on the jagged, ashen scar labeled Aurora. A muscle jumps in his clenched jaw, terror and grim purpose warring in his eyes. With a sudden, violent pivot, his fur-lined cape whips around him. He storms from the room, his bootfalls echoing like a death knell down the corridor toward the throne, leaving the specter of his choices thick in the air.