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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Predator and Prey (P1)
Authors note: This follows "The Soldier and The Slave" The visit to the surgeon had proceeded without anymore interruptions, Fyra's curiosity about the boy leading her dulled by their small exchange. She had been piqued by his attempt to protect her, which to her knowledge was uncommon among the humans when it came to preventing violence against her people, but his response had been all that she should have expected. He was slightly above average in intelligence for a human, enough to know to protect his own from trouble.
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
Devils' Among Us? (Abridged)
"They’re so unsettling aren’t they." Naythan looked up from the fire he and his fellow sergeants of the Cloenaid Order were sitting around, towards his companion, Jay'san, who was looking out towards the dryads huddled in their charge.
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
The Soldier and The Slave
Author's note: This scene follows on from "Devils Amongst Us?" The chains felt cold in Naythan's hands from the bitter chill of the winter air around them. He didn't let them slack in his grip, but he did hurry his footsteps. It wasn't exactly the cold, nor even the orders of Lor'kan that caused his haste. Naythan didn't need to see or turn around to feel the burning red eyes of the Dryad he had chained burning holes into his back. It sent chills up his spine and he tried, but failed to suppress a shudder. He just shrugged his clothing tighter about himself and tried to make it seem it was just the winter air making him cold.
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Poets
Athanasian Dryads
There is much dispute amongst different scholars and religious sects about the origins of Mankind's most significant neighbours. However, religion and speculation is not the purpose of this volume, but only to speak of what we know in surety, for assuredly have those early days been a subject of great division and constant debate has served to but still further the confusion rather than clear it as many claim different one from another in order to further advance their own worldview.
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
Cayutha et Tristutha
Cayutha are creatures of the water, normally found by rivers and lakes. Travellers have oft found good fortune when meeting such creatures, and the name that these creatures are known by translates from the old tongue to mean "Helper" or "Aid". They are by nature very shy and it is rare for one to choose to manifest itself into a physical form before a stranger, but should one pique their interest or pity, they are a sure way for things to improve.
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
The Might of Heaven
Marcus explains his dilemma and the chaplain, though he admits no knowledge of command, says that the core of the issue resides in Marcus's fear and self centered concerns. Know his duty, think of others and their duty, and this will give him the clarity to see what he should do. Maybe instead the chaplain realizes this but doesn't say, instead advising Marcus on how to ask for help without admitting fear, allowing him to save face and improve both in the eyes of others and in terms of knowledge. This gives Marcus to have something to think on
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
The Reins of Command
"Are you sure that he is the correct choice Imperator? Tribune Longinus has done little of real note as far as I can tell. He does his duties well enough, but spends the rest of his time amongst his books rather than mingling with the men and officers. In fact, he seems rather unenthusiastic with the whole army life."
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
Best Laid Plans
OBSELETE! BEING REWRITTEN! Marcus strode quickly through the Castra Custodia, quickly turning from the Via Sagularis that ran down the left side of the military camp down the Via Principalis towards the entrance of the Praetorium that sat in the center and acting as headquarters and residence for the senior staff of the Legion stationed there. He travelled without his usual tribune armour even though it was almost time for his rounds to check on the guards. The messenger summoning him to the Praetorium to meet with the Imperator Sertorius had caught him while on his way to pick up his armour from the Fabricae where it was being repaired after a recent skirmish and near miss involving one of the many Dryad cavalry patrols that often attempted to cross into the Atlani side of the Furca river, the boundary between the Atlani Republic and the Dryadalis Imperium on the North Eastern border of the Republic's territory.
By Tomos Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
