Recent content by Samantha Black

"I was not convinced you had any friends to speak of," Anja replied rather bluntly, looking up from her book at him while he pointed his glass at her, "it's okay, neither do I." "Dang..." Sam's brow went flat as she smacked her lips dryly, "guess that makes me chopped liver." "You're my...

"Why not just leave with us?" Anja offered from her seat. Her voice drew Sam's attention with curiosity, as she thought the girl had wedged herself back into her book. Didn't think her the type to pretend to read just to eavesdrop... Anja was more overt than that. She'd more likely sit there...

A blade enhanced to conduct the power of magic rather than repell - now there was a thought. Her own studies and practice into enchanted weapons and armor had taken a back seat upon her promotion to Lieutenant, but now that she'd become more settled into the role her free time had begun to open...

Yeah, that was the sort of reputation Dreadlords carried for the last century or so, she supposed. Among the initiated survivors of her predecessors, most of them comported themselves with zero care for life beyond their own. It wasn't unheard of for Dreadlords to wipe out entire towns and...

Sam had a few notions of what a crack might be, but whether or not the boy was a crack in the system of societal expectations or an asscrack remained to be seen. Such a thing felt a bit premature to name for what was otherwise rather complex subject matter. Listen she did. When she was younger...

A rueful chuckle from the Lieutenant echoed into her mug as she moved to take another drink. He certainly wanted his answers fast. If only he'd take a moment to consider his company, the boy might just find that they fell into his lap. At the very least he wasn't dismissive of training, instead...

"Who indeed..." her gaze did not immediately look back at him as she took another slow swig of her summer ale. A moment passed as Sam leaned over toward Anja who had already devoured several dozen pages of her new book in silence, and gently nudged the cup of cider toward her. "Try it, I think...

The moment that glamour dissipated gave the Anirian cause to arch those eyebrows even more. Beyond that, she did not move a muscle, rooted to the spot by the image of a creature deemed especially rare to see in the sunlight. He was certainly not the first elf she'd ever met, not by a long shot...

"Trained," she said flatly, the word punctuated by the sound of her drink being plunked on the bar before her. Sam let the simplicity of the answer marinate for a moment as she took up the flagon and gave it a test sip, gaze lingering on his burnt hand. Punchy. Aromatic. Smooth on the tongue...

Dark, pointed brows arched over a hooded, nonchalant gaze. Somewhere within that glacial stare was the tang of bare amusement. Samantha Black was a woman of wide-ranging tastes, but she'd never taken on anything ... aged before. It simply never appealed. She being young, excruciatingly strong...

"I see..." replied the Lieutenant. Rather, she had seen. From what little she'd been able to view, the boy did have a talent for good intuition in a fight, but he'd been reactive. A tactic that relied heavily on luck and wouldn't get him very far if he intended to keep competing. Or surviving...

Marek The Lieutenant snorted, "You survived your match." It didn't look as though he had any friends to mock or applaud his near-miss and she found that rather sad for him. "Gift horse," Anja interjected pointedly with a look at Marek that suggested he aught to know exactly what she meant...

With her sister tucked away as ... securely as she could imagine her to be, now entertained by several new books, the freedom of the early evening called to the Lieutenant and the unknowns of Alliria beckoned her. She moved, boots across cobble, with very little direction other than her own...

"Couldn't agree more," Sam returned with a half-smirk at the man's colorful lexicon. Wasn't often she came across his type in her line of work. He faintly reminded her of someone from the Academy, but she didn't linger on the thought. It was less the man's face that caught Sam's attention and...

"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...