Recent content by Samantha Black

A Dreadlord would be hard pressed to miss those undertones or looks. She read them quite naturally, but as she had come to mature over her short lifespan - these things were, as Elias once put it, not her circus and definitely not her monkeys. Alliria could deal with its own threats. "I am...

"Hm," she laughed at the thought, assuming through the context of this interaction he was referring to her also being a dark elf, "not quite..." There were things certainly lurking on and beneath her skin, but it wasn't a dark elf and it wasn't something she'd be showing a stranger on this...

"Hm," a small chuckle from the Lieutenant as she watched, expression easy while her eyes studied the mare's body language. She seemed to be taking care of her rider in the way that she moved, sensing the nerves of the boy while he adjusted to the feel of being in the saddle again. "Sure she...

"I believe our stories of basilisks to be quite different," Fern remarked somewhere during a pause as they walked, "mine never had rooster feet but were overgrown serpents from the jungles of the Ixchel wilds that could petrify their prey with merely a glare..." She could hardly imagine any...

Sam only managed a firm grip, but nothing meant to threaten, boast, or make any silly point. Acting with purpose was simply her way. "No harm, no foul," she replied to his apology, mildly amused he offered one at all, "though an actual Lady might not feel the same." That Sam had been set on a...

Oh thank goodness. Adding riding lessons to her already full itinerary in Alliria would have been a stretch. At the very least, having another person comfortable with horses would help with managing Anja's complete lack thereof. "They pick you," Montgomery answered for the Lieutenant with an...

"No..." Anja replied sullenly to his sting, apparently immune to whatever form of petulance he wielded as she listlessly resumed her wandering of the barn, "they are back at the inn..." The slate face that met his words barely twitched. Sam was not above admitting her mistakes... but she rather...

Montgomery Stables was not the only place to buy a horse in town, but by and large it was the best place. Stocked with fine steeds and mares from various lines, Sam believed she might even find an appropriate mount for her sister as well. Anja had never been taught to ride before leaving Oban...

Skepticism colored the woman's face as she watched him scuttle. Either he was eager or he was making a mockery, but only time would really tell. The former would make for a long and difficult journey. The latter? A much shorter journey, indeed. "Just a 'yes ma'am' or 'yes ser' will do for now...

It may depend on who you write with if you're basing the timeline off of the Anirian Revolution. For this specific character's timeline, the Revolution was around 5ish years ago IC.

"Never," Sam replied without any need to think on the matter. Her travels as both an Initiate of the Academy and a Dreadlord had taken her far and wide. She'd been exposed to more places, peoples, and cultures than the vast majority of people on Arethil, she'd wager, which allowed her to take...

"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...