I love how inspiring stories and character can be. I try and replicate that in my own writing to not only give inspiration, but also to encourage the reader to consider important matters through a more enjoyable and digestible fantasy lens.
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
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."
Devils Among Us?
"They’re so unsettling aren’t they 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.