Recent content by Samantha Black

"Just stay within the library," she'd said several hours ago, "I'll be a few blocks away in a meeting at the Guild Hall. Stay here, read, find a few books you want to buy. I'll be back by lunch for you. Just wait for me in the foyer when you're done looking around." Easy enough instructions...

Attention annoyingly split between watching the tail end of the match and ensuring this uniquely tall stranger meant no ill-will toward her ward, Sam managed only a terse sigh as she shifted her focus completely from the fight and to the interaction beside her. These fights were a copper a...

Sam sighed into a hand over her face as the almost impossibly tall man decided to engage with her sister rather than simply ignore her as she was hoping he would do. Anje, much to the Dreadlord's surprise, was not shying away from him, either. Sheltered though she had been for a good majority...

An interesting match, then. Sam hung on the fence, elbows propped against the top rail and watched with a keen, critical eye. The same eye she used for training new recruits within the Knights ... and even the older, more experienced ones. Learning never ceased. The curiosity today was an...

The bump and jostle of the growing crowd was expected, especially at the fence as the horns blared, heralding the next round. People pushed and nudged for a chance to gain a good view. Sam carried no weapons and her coin purse hidden beneath several layers of uniform and light leather armor. She...

THE FESTIVAL Somewhere in the vicinity of Marek and, presumably, Afanas and Xeraphine Yldore If there was one thing about life that Samantha Black had discovered over the years, it was to taste the local fare whenever the opportunity presented itself. Having drawn in merchants and sellers from...

The Marigold House Southport District of Alliria "Lieutenant Samantha Black," said the Dreadlord to the hostess over a finely carved and polished front desk. "We received your reservations last month," said the hostess, a young, tawny faun with braids in her mane and polish on her hooves...

Al, Been a long while since we've last spoken. I could use your insight on a recent development. I'll be in Alliria during their Tournament of Tides, staying at the Magnolia House in Southport. Heard you might be up in Elbion for an event at the College. If you're traveling by portal stone and...

Alliria had given her many interesting memories over the last several years, not least of which her time spent training with a master Dwarven Smith or the sleepless nights spent in the dredges of the city with a long lost Marta Martigan. The dwarven smith had moved on into retirement and...

Not every member of the Dragonsbane Squadron was in attendance, as Sable would learn. Several were out on mission, including Elias and Davi, while some others were off on personal leave for their turn in rotation. Who he did meet, though, was the motley crew of Mess, Mizer, Fern, Bigman, Cookie...

The body was really more of an additional perk in her mind. Beyond sating carnal desires, Alistair provided much needed intellectual and social balm. While those within her squadron all brought their own unique attributes to the table, no one else could sit and speak of subjects pertaining to...

"Only ever did tattoos on myself and you," she replied, "and while I'm perfectly happy to experiment with runes on myself, I'm not keen to test on others." At least in most cases when she'd gotten a runic equation wrong, she could find ways to alter them for something else or fix them. "I have...

"Your ego is showing..." Sam remarked absently over a smirk. Al's ego was a bit of a strange mask, but she enjoyed his humor regardless. If she really thought about it, his humor was one of the main things that kept him in her good graces. Without it, he'd just have been written off as another...

Yes, of course, beauty sleep for the sleeping beauty. Sam chuckled at this with a shake of her head as she looked back to the reports before her. The flat was clean and orderly. Despite never having much to her name as an Initiate, over the two years since graduation she'd collected a few...

"He's a bit like a friendly boulder... with knives." Sam smiled to herself as she pictured the various missions she'd seen Cookie in action. For such a gentle and well-meaning man, he could bring a world of hurt on his opponents. She stepped in through the entrance of the Waterbell like she...