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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Affairs of State
Vespasian, servus of the Ecclaesia Salvatoris, strolled leisurely through the wide paved streets of the city of Atlas. He was in no particular hurry to reach his destination, not for reluctance to arrive but rather out of a desire to better view his journey through the magnificent heart of the Atlani Republic. Nestled within a valley surrounded from North West, East and South Eastern sides with the Spina Mountains that travelled the length of the Oremeian Peninsular that formed the realm of the Republic, the verdant mountains decorated with orchards and vineyards from the rich soil producing fine wines and delicious fruits and oils which were traded far and wide across Esgarond by Atlas's merchants.
By Tomos Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1 - The Road to walk.
OBSOLETE Fr. William Manilaus closed the door to the school's library. It was the last day of teaching for a batch of students. They had finished their education and were within days, weeks or months from reaching the age of manhood and were ready to move onward with their lives, and, being the raucous youths that they were they were likely to spend their last few hours loudly dancing and singing in the streets of Atlas.
By Tomos Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
A Knight in the Darkness will shine...
Theobald rode through the silent streets of Gunserick. A small city in Northern Campania. It was night, the moon shone high in the clear heavens casting the shadows back to lurk in the fringes of the streets. The light of the moon shone down and reflected off of Theobalds armour and that of his horse Dasmos, glinting like a lone star wandering the terrestrial night. A sword at his side and purpose in his face Theobald made directly for the cathedral in the Center of the city. It’s towers spiked high into the sky and the whole structure dominated the Center of Gunserick.
By Tomos Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons in the Vale
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” Naythan read aloud from the diary of Gratianus Kylos, “I believe that at some point in the distant past the Great War in the East, of which little is known but both dryad and human scholars agree happened, drove from there at least one dragon to the West seeking to escape the magical chaos of the war. Although I cannot substantiate this with much evidence, I can think of no other reason to find this creature so far from the place of its making.
By Tomos Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
The Alea of Atlas
OBSOLETE A soft breeze rustled through the valley at the edge of the Atlani border. The sun warmed the air, even as it descended from its apex in the clear blue sky. Its gentle rays bathing the golden fields and lush green grasses of the Northern Pleiades peninsular, before climbing up the Viridi mountain range that formed as the natural barrier that separated the Atlan Republic from the various states and nations of Campania, a land under the control of the Orochai, or more commonly known simply as, orcs.
By Tomos Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
A Manifold Man
Tiberius limped down the Via Senatorum as fast as his crippled leg would allow, using his shield in his left hand more like a crutch rather than a tool of war and in his right he gripped his sword tightly, newly drawn throughout all this long siege and glinting in the setting sun. Ahead of him a young messenger boy lead him through the streets. Yet further forward, Tiberius would see the occasional rock or bolt from the enemy siege engines cresting the marble columned buildings of the city for which the Republic had been named as the Poenicians and Atlans vied against each other for control of the city.
By Tomos Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
The Burden of a King
Leofric Leofric stood before the fire in the hearth of his hall which sat proud atop the city of Avonar. His city. At least it was for now. Outside the wind howled and thunder rumbled as a storm unleashed its fury on the city. Lightning flashed and rain poured, while the thick oaken walls and beams that held the ceilings groaned under the weight that nature threw against them. It was truly a ferocious storm, possibly the worst he had ever known in his 56 years of life in this world. However, it was not the forces of nature that threatened to overthrow the King of Avonar and his city.
By Tomos Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
