Tomos Jackson
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Stories have always been a source of inspiration. I aim to reproduce that in my own writing. Developing ideas of one's potential by reading it in the lives of others can be a powerful force to encourage bettering ourselves in the real world
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Corvinia - Iseldir
Continuing my journeys North, I the terrain quickly turned more hilly and rough, though still beautiful. It seemed that all the time one was either travelling up or down but rarely ever straight on. Villages rather than towns seem to dot the surrounding area, always agricultural in nature, though it seemed strange to me that often one found grains and wheat fenced off and yet cattle would roam free, almost it seemed, abandoned. At my first enquiries I was assured that this was not the case. The cattle were marked by the owner so as to be identified and so could not be easily stolen. As for the fenced off areas, it seemed that ownership was taken most seriously among these people, trespass being one of the most rude affronts one man could afford another.
By Tomos Jackson9 months ago in Fiction
Corvinia - Koraki
The Island kingdoms of Corvinia are places of great wonder. After overcomes the initial trepidation that the island presents upon first siting its shores, its strange beauty strikes you. The early morning mists that rise from the grassy hills and fields, blanket all that is in view. Suddenly, as though a torch was touched to oil, the mist will seem to burst into golden light at the first touch of the suns rays, lending the island an air of mystery and strange beauty.
By Tomos Jacksonabout a year ago in Fiction
Rally to War
Aldmar leaps up gaily upon the walls as though without a care and looks upon the hordes of Demons at the gates "Haha, Hark you brave soldiers, hark to our enemies cries. Their brays and howls, the gnashing of their teeth and the clatter of weapons. Think you that they believe this clamour affects warriors such as ourselves? Fools they are, to think hardened men are brought to fear by such violent noise. Naught but beasts are they. Beasts borne of savage lands and ill born bastards from a jealous frightened child. Ha."
By Tomos Jacksonabout a year ago in Fiction
Baga Fravarti
The Baga Fravati, or simply Fravati to most, are the famous guardians of Mountain fortress Dahyu Vaišhta in the Northern reaches of the Armosian Empire. They guard the North from incursions of the Ischyros from the East and the Athanasian Dryads from the West.
By Tomos Jacksonabout a year ago in Fiction
Fate Unfolds
This follows "Destiny Whispers P3" The day came sooner than she expected. The horns at the gate blared and all became aware of the arrival of the Koraki princes Rickard and Gabriellos. Word had arrived that King Athos would not be attending himself as urgent business had required his return South to Gaerwen. Edith for her own part was not sorry to hear the news. She had not exactly enjoyed the prospect of seeing the arrogant young Koraki king gloating over her father. She expected little more from Athos’s two brothers, but one less Koraki was always welcome.
By Tomos Jacksonabout a year ago in Fiction
Destiny Whispers P3
Even as Edith climbed down from the walls around Avonar, she was still plagued by the thoughts that swirled within her mind. They dominated her every sense and the sights, sounds and even smells from the various vendors of meats and spices that normally overwhelmed customers now, for her, faded into the furthest recesses of her mind.
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
Destiny Whispers P2
This follows "Destiny Whispers P1" Edith continued through the streets of Avonar heading towards the tall and imposing walls that encircled the city. She found her way there easily, she had enjoyed coming up to the walls as a child to look over the city and out towards the golden fields of wheat that filled the countryside.
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
Destiny Whispers P1
This follows "Weight of Woe" Hilda had left soon after their brief talk, though Edith found her appetite for breakfast had faded. Nonetheless, she forced herself to finish the meal, partly to show gratitude for the food, partly because she knew she needed to stay strong for the coming days.
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Woe
This follows "The Path of Duty" Edith awoke the next morning. Light streamed through her window, and the sounds of bird song filled the air. She brushed away the hair that had fallen over her face as she slept. Her pillow, still moist from last night’s tears, reminded her of her grief. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and stared out at the city of Avonar.
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
The Torwyr
Author's note: This follows Fyra and Sword Lor'kan continued to just stand over him blade still pointing close. Naythan looked up, a cold defiance creeping through him, "Do it." He knelt up and pressed his chest against the point. A small bead of blood welled up, slowly staining his cotton jerkin beneath the mail. He would not cower from his fate this time.
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
