Recent content by Samantha Black

There weren't too many former Initiates that out-bulked Sam, but Sable had always been one of them. Took her a moment to adjust to the fuzzy memory of the Initiate she once knew and last saw just after their graduation. He'd been in a sorry state then and Sam wasn't convinced he was in any...

Prudent planning for Sam would have dictated letter correspondence about these very ideas and plans ahead of time, but this was Alistair... not her. He would have learned well in advance the limitations for what she could do - but, he was here now and there was nothing more for it. She took...

The food arrived between words and Sam wasted no time in digging in. Two-tined fork in one hand and knife in the other, she cut into her steak and popped a piece into her mouth to chew blissfully. "The General is very liberal and forward thinking," she remarked, knowing now that she would...

"They..." Sam narrowed her eyes at the man. She wasn't a mind reader, but pain had a way of informing truths from the most dubious of people. Especially those who hadn't been trained to bear it, to live in it. "WHO," she intoned strongly, hot breath flashing across his face as she readied his...

A letter flew to Vel Castere that evening. In the morning, Sam arrived back to the prison without any fanfare aside from the envoy. Her demeanor: quiet and business-like as she found herself in the company of Tobias Pirian once again. "Lord Tobias," she greeted him shortly, forgoing any sort...

"No surprise there," Sam watched his shuffle the notes away, the barest hint of regret on her face. She wasn't the sort to let her own emotions run conversations like this ... rather, she hadn't been as an Initiate. A hand wiped over her face as she let loose a sigh, "We're still just kids to...

Though her brows arched upward as she perused his notes, drawings, and formulas, Sam's gaze appeared detached. Distant. She missed her off days spent digging into the deeper knowledge of runic magic. Experimenting with implementation into alchemy. Forging her armor. Building it up and then...

"I don't take credit for the capabilities of the Knights. They're hand-picked from the various armies because they've already proven themselves worthy of the title and rank," Sam casually pulled off her gloves and loosened the straps of her gauntlets, setting them aside on the table. There were...

"That so..." Sam said as she lead the way across the street, striding long to clear out before the next group of guard retinue rode through. She nodded to Donnie as they walked by who dipped his pipe at her in return, then took the steps up to the porch two at a time to push the door in and hold...

"Hm," she hummed in thought as they paused at a crossing and waited for the traffic of wagons and riders to pass. The Waterbell's sign hung in the afternoon sun: a bare-chested mermaid holding up a flagon of ale. She could see the owner, Donnie, standing out on the attached porch with his pipe...

It was easy to be cavalier about a situation you weren't involved in. Sam took his vote of confidence with a healthy grain of salt and decided to let the subject drop on her end. Further discussion wouldn't be of any use. "Anyway," she moved the conversation right along, "tell me more about the...

"Yeah, well..." Sam gave a sniff of doubt, knowing well her own limitations so far as Sable's rehab involved. Sure, she'd been helping Davi deal with his demons and skeletons since the day he agreed to join her. He'd made great progress since then, but Sam heaped a lot of that up to the trust...

Sam snorted. Rolled her eyes. "You and Schwarz would make a good pair. She can't let it go either." Seemed neither of them could just accept that some of their class had chosen exile for a reason. On the point that she could agree with Gilram's threat and the necessity of finding him and his...

"Hm," a single sound of humor, "I sleep plenty." And rather well, most nights. Especially when she had Elias for company, but Al didn't need those details. His hesitation caught her notice and she eyed him briefly. Sable's presence within her Squadron wasn't exactly classified information...

"Tyrian..." well that was certainly a mission she didn't think about often, "I remember that blade Drastus picked up there. Hadn't the chance to take a close look at it..." at the time she had been focused on the task at hand. "Bet that Princess will be real sad to hear about your nuptials. She...