Albion Fable Map Novels & Stories

Darla repeats, nudging her sharp chin at the parchment she'd thrown at Alcina. With trembling hands, Alcina picks it up, and her breath catches when she unrolls it. A map. A map of the Badlands, the kingdom of House Johnson. "What-" Alcina's voice comes as a hoarse whisper. Darla's smile is vicious and beautiful, gleaming in the moonlight. "Tell me, Alcina." Darla's voice is defiant and fearless, and whimsical. "Are the legends true?" Alcina stares. From behind her, Orion shifts, her noble head lifting to peer at Darla in tandem.

“Pardon me if this sounds rude, but how do we access the passage with the map gone?” Sebastian folded his hands as he held everyone's gaze. "I want to believe you know technology is one beautiful miracle. I have a soft copy of the map saved on my iCloud as instructed by the late Alpha. So you have nothing to worry about. Moreover, the map is an old version and does not have the recent additions of the passage in it. So, I guess this is explanatory enough." "When should I gather my men?" Zeta Ragnak inquired. "This very night or should I say morning it's past midnight already." Sebastian responded.

Desert and wastelands that eventually bleed into the mountains once more to the east, but to the west lies a great, endless ocean, and the edge of the map. “Did you make this?” I ask when I reach his side. “Gods, no. This is older than me by centuries, I’m sure.” “But it’s accurate?” I look up to the far edge of the map, where Veiled Valley rests deep in the mountains, likely hundreds of miles from the nearest settlement, and the closest community to the ocean on Ryatt’s side of the border between the Roguelands and Rifthold. “It is,” he says softly, almost dreamily. He takes several steps away from the table and points to the ground at his feet. “Maatua would be… somewhere around here, I’m

Using aquasign, he signed, "Prince Tritan, I passed a few villages on the way here, trying to cover as much distance as possible. Did you want me to follow the same routine today?" Tritan shook his head, signaling a change in plans. He handed his waystick to Bryan, gesturing for him to hover above the area and direct the beam of light downward onto them. Bryan rose above the small gathering of merfolk and aimed the crystal tip of the waystick downward, casting a focused light in the center of the group. Tritan then retrieved his maps and unrolled them on the sea floor, but this map was different from the one Bryan had seen earlier in the prison. It was a detailed map of Tritainia, the entire

She laid the maps over the tabl,, and all the Kings looked at them. “OK, in the North, we have mountains. Over the East and West, we have dense forest areas, while in the South, we have a river. My best guess is that they will be arriving through the eastern forest.” Stella started to lay out the plan. She pointed at an área on the map, between the Eastern forest and the Northern mountain. “Here, this is the ideal area for your archers to be stationed, King Aelfred.” She looked at the blonde guy, and he nodded.

Nobody questions my decisions. Anger burns in my veins. I will not surrender again. Can’t tell you rn. Just sneak out. It’s a mess out here. Your father is pissed as hell. He is spitting fire. Ibhaan and he had a drift in the lobby. He accused Alpha of your absurdities…long story. Just get the fuck out of there. Julie replies briefly. Next, I receive a map carved on tissue paper. There are around seven polka dots plotted on the lines. Beneath it, the marks are explained. The shaded circles are marked territory. The crosses are guards I’d be dodging. The red outline is the route I’d be following.

~ A small glitchy sound echoed within the room, and an overhead panel suddenly appeared above the orb. [Registered Item Located] {Enchanted Item (Grade 6): White Amber has been located. Coordinates will be displayed below.} [Tap For More] The room initially fell into a tense silence, but Aldred broke it by tapping the panel. Instantly, a detailed map of the Black Market sprawled across the display, resembling a typical mobile app map. Numerous buildings dotted the map, each marked distinctly. The KariBlanc Group gave off a ‘blue’ glow, which was meant to signify the starting point of the journey.

“We are at Molvania my Lord”, Matt announced Allerick pulled the reins of the horse backwards causing it to halt, “I see…”, he surveyed the surrounding areas, “Does that little map make any indications of where a library might be?" “Yes Sire, you can not imagine all the minute details on this map, there are taverns, hills, mountains and even small inns”, Matt answered excitement clear in his voice. “Wow that’s very exceptional", Allerick smiled slyly, "It seems old Ryker even in his death is still a very generous man”

Leather worn smooth. Redwood’s sigil stamped on the front. “My father’s old reports,” he said. “About the north. About what comes next.” I took it, hands steady now. “Why me?” “Because you’re Beta,” he said. “And because you’re ready.” I opened the file. Inside was a map. Not of Redwood. Of the entire north. Marked with trade routes, rogue cells, alliance points. Red X’s where The Hollow still had cells. Blue lines for trade.

The map was still spread out on the ground, and the two continued to study and discuss it while eating. “How is it?” Kate glanced at the map and asked casually, “Have you made any progress?” Andrius chewed the delicious rabbit meat and mumbled, “The map shows that the Klein family’s treasure is in the core area of Mount Albus, which is where we are right now. However, we still can’t find the entrance.” Kate looked at the map curiously. The dense lines on the map made her feel a little overwhelmed. However, she patiently continued to examine it.