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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Opening Moves
OBSOLETE Marcus sat atop his horse and surveyed the battlefield. He could see the Ogodai making preparations for their first assault on the positions the legions had set up around the small town of Altai. The Ogodai host was an imposing sight. Thousands of grey-skinned warriors clad in furs, mail or armor, depending on their status, began gathering beneath their clan banners. They clearly had Marcus outnumbered, their camp stretching from the cleared ground around the town, back into the forest that surround both armies. The terrain of the battlefield was an open area cut diagonally by a river that flowed through the town of Altai. The surrounding forests indicated to Marcus that this place had not always been open, but in fact had been cleared by the residence who, presumably, had used the wood to build their homes and sell to their neighbor's. Now the whole town was a bastion to be held against the oncoming tide of vengeful Ogodai warriors.
By Tomos Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Esgarond
Marcus stood in the pear orchards outside the Mountain holds of the Nanir. Here was where they could grow their food and sustain their mighty stone fortresses within the mountain ranges. The golden fields and bright colours of the fruits in the rows of orchards that stretched for miles away from the shadow of the mountains and fed by the streams that ran down their sides. The warm sun gave everything a pleasant glow and the pear trees were at their most radiant, their soft fruit giving off a feint but pleasant fragrance.
By Tomos Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Esgarond
Imperator Marcus Longinus gazed out from the front of his army watching as the horizons darkened with storm-clouds. It seemed fitting for the foe that faced them. Truly had their shadow washed over all resistance like a force of nature itself. The enemy had arrayed its forces in the distance, the host when all combined seemed so numerous it looked to be reaching into the horizon and beyond.
By Tomos Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
The Eagle in Winter
Note from author: Don't forget to check out "Opening Moves" for the beginning of the battle between Lur and Marcus. Marcus Longinus, tribune laticlavius and acting legate of the IV Legion of Atlas, wandered silently through the tall frozen forests of Campania. He stared down at his boots as they, step by step, crunched through the thick snow beneath him. The air around him was was almost silent, save for the crumpling snow beneath his feet. The feint sounds of pots banging and voices calling echoed from the castra the legion had set up the previous night. A few of the cries belonged to women and children, those humans liberated from slavery in the raids on the Ogodai villages. But all of this was fading as Marcus made his way deeper into the forest and away from his men.
By Tomos Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
