Samiyah

	Samiyah bint Rasul (I)
	"The Singer From The Sands"; Winner of the Laurel
Created	July 18, 2010
Status	Active
Race	Human
Hometown	Midgaard
Classes	Bard
Parents	Zahra & Rasul

Samiyah bint Rasul
(Photograph by HaifaM

Mud Contributions:

Writing

Won a writing contest for Bliss's new office (see note below). (05/28/12)
Won a restring writing competition, hosted by Hedschott. (06/09/12)
Won a letter writing competition, as part of Ink's three part quest. (08/03/12)
Won a 'Character Development' competition, hosted by Tes. (12/02/12)
Won the prize for 'Most Creative' performance, in the Love Our Immortals bardic circle, hosted by Aoide. (02/08/13)
Won the Three Witches quest content competition hosted by Natilena. (03/25/13)

[ 20] Bliss: Office rewrite Winner = Samiyah!
Mon May 28 10:32:11 2012
To: all
Samiyah wins! Congrats and on pet too.
Soloban 2nd place winner.
I will reward you soon!

Maps and Stuff

Updated Hovelton Farms map to include an additional 20 rooms. (July 18, 2012)
Worked with Soloban to correct errors on maps for Cymraeg, Temple of Isiira and The Jungle. (July 15, 2012)
Created 'Bard Chart' (Excel spreadsheet posted to the Forums) for use by Bards to track their levels. (July 2012)

Current Description: 03/14/2013

The desert-born woman before you moves like a gazelle that has been pursued by 
sand-cats. A slight trembling is visible in her limbs, as if she has spent too
much time of late moving as swiftly as legs and magic can move her, without an
evening's rest. Her dark robes are disheveled and her veil slightly askew, the
result of too rapid a flight through woods that caught at them. The chimes are
silent, torn from their usual place on her veil, that the sound not reveal her
presence. Her blue aura, entwined with shifting bits of crimson, blazes around 
her like a flame, the only part of her that seems to have strength or energy. 
Her dark eyes are weary yet determined and she forces her head upright and her 
shoulders back. "Grace and courage are all that I have, and with His blessing, 
I will forgive and can endure this for Him." She bows her head, reaching up to 
touch one of the many braids that bind her hair as if to draw strength from it 
like a touchstone.  A whispered prayer, murmured in the tribal tongue, and she 
struggles on.

03/12/2013

Softly humming to herself, the desert-born woman before you goes about her
tasks. The brightness of the blue aura easily visible around her reveals a
destiny finally brought to fruition - the blessing of the God of her tribe.
Her movements are strong and graceful, healing finally having come from an
injury of body and spirit that nearly felled her, but for His care. Yet to
even the most untrained observer, she is wary, ever scanning the environs,
the caution of one persistently hunted.  Her dark, almond-shaped eyes hold
a strange mix of joy and sorrow, carried plainly for any to see -- seeking 
to see the world with joy but hurt to the core by the loss of good will by 
some she named friends. Lifting one dusky henna-pattered hand, she smooths 
her veil into place and runs her fingertips, as if to take comfort from it,
along an odd braid entwined amidst her darker locks: dark brown that fades 
to white at the ends.  The movement causes her veil-charms to chime, music
surrounding her with every gesture. The sound makes a smile curve her full
lips, hinted at by the shifting of the fabric that hides her face, sorrows
forgotten for a brief moment, the melody sweeping them away. 

"I am Samiyah bint Suriel, servant of the Sahib Seraph. How may I help?"

02/20/2013

The desert-born woman before you has the grace of a gazelle and an intelligent and curious gaze that observes all around her. The dark veil that shrouds her features is but lightly pinned in place - a change from the past when she wore it like a shield. Though a ready smile curves her full lips, there is a shadow about her spirit, as if her very soul had been cupped in the hands of Death. A light pallor makes her caramel skin slightly ashen, evidence that the grievous wounds recently self-inflicted in her pursuit of knowledge are not healed. Her every movement is accompanied by the bright, ringing tones of chimes that have been pinned into the long braids she wears, their songs helping to lighten her spirit once more. One plait in particular draws the eye: dark brown fading to white at the ends, woven into the sable of her hair. Designs of henna form an intriguing pattern upon her hands, the palm of one bisected with a recent scar, the mark of her blood-oath to a new-found brother. Gifted with the friendship of heroes and villains alike, Samiyah is one who walks with many - but has not yet been able to give Oath. Despite this, a slight tinge of scarlet taints her aura, and strands of sable blur the air around her, evidence of the attentions she has drawn from the Immortal that would lay claim to her. Her voice, softly musical despite the weariness it holds, carries clearly enough: "I am Samiyah. How may I aid you?"

01/29/2013

The drape of a veil modestly conceals all but the eyes of the dusky-skinned woman who stands before you. Her hair, a dark inky black, is plaited in the desert fashion, yet one braid stands out: brown, with streaks of white. Her movements cause the many charms woven into her locks and sewn to her headdress to chime musically in a bright chord. While her expression is gentle, there is a certain weariness about her dark brown eyes that hints that Death Himself has held her spirit in His hands. Garbed in the flowing linen drapes that hide the particulars of her figure, marked with the flowing arabesques of traditional henna-work, she is clearly a child of the Eastern Desert. Yet she does not have the broken fearfulness that is commonly found in the women of the Tribes. Instead, she meets your gaze with inquiry and compassion and a gesture of greeting - fingertips lifted to forehead, lips and heart. Voice pitched as soft and musical as a nightingale, she speaks:
"Blessings upon you and your house. I am Samiyah bint Rasul. How may I help?"

12/06/12

Veils conceal the face of the woman who stands before you, but they cannot hide the open, caring and happy expression in her eyes. The fabric shifts as a quick smile curves her lips and she dips a slight curtsey, causing the many bells and charms braided into her sable hair and sewn to her headdress to chime softly in a bright chord. While she is clearly desert-born, from the flowing linen drapes that hide the particulars of her figure, to the flowing arabesques of the henna patterns on her hands, she does not have the fearfulness that is commonly found in the women there. Having survived much, traveled far, and grown to learn and know a world much greater than the confines of the sands, Samiyah has surpassed her tribal upbringing, but not forgotten where she comes from. Her voice, pitch like that of a nightingale, is soft as she murmurs a formal greeting. One dusky hand quickly lifts, touching forehead, lips and heart.

"Greetings unto you and your house. I am Samiyah bint Rasul. How may I help?"

Dressing Up For The Thank You Dinner: 08/04/2012

Soft bells chime at the slight movement of the young woman before you. Her
face is modestly veiled, revealing only her dusky skin and dark eyes. Inky
black curly hair bound into twin braids frames her face. Exotic designs in
henna adorn her hands and bare feet. She bows slightly, causing the silver
ornaments in her hair and the bangles upon her wrists to chime once more.

'Peace be unto you and your house. I am Samiyah bint Rasul.'
Samiyah has a special twinkle in her eye.
Samiyah is in perfect health.

Samiyah is using:
<used as light>     (Weak magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Blacklight
<worn on finger>    the lapis lazuli ring
<worn around neck>  (Artifact magic) a laurel wreath
<worn around neck>  (Artifact magic) a silver choker with lapis lazuli pendants
<worn on body>      (Red Aura) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a heavy black robe
<worn on head>      (Potent magic) an ornamented black linen headdress and veil
<worn on legs>      a pair of black velvet leggings
<worn about body>   a striking black robe laced with gold sigils
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn with pride>   the Ebon Sigil Odegra

WHO Lists:

3/6/2011 : Hum [ Bard:  10   6   5 ] Samiyah bint Rasul, seeking a Bardic Review
4/1/2011 : Hum [ Bard:  10   6   5 ] Samiyah is being stalked, srsly.
11/25/11 : Hum [ Bard:  11   7   7 ] Samiyah bint Rasul
12/17/11 : Hum [ Bard:  14   9   9 ] Samiyah bint Rasul, Singer from the Sands

05/24/12 : Hum [ Bard:  15  10  10 ] Samiyah bint Rasul: Seeking to buy Scores & Scrolls!
06/30/12 : Hum [ Bard:  18  14  14 ] Samiyah bint Rasul, singer from the sands
07/31/12 : Hum [ Bard:  21  20  18 ] Samiyah bint Rasul votes, "NO for Villon!!"
08/13/12 : Hum [ Bard:  22  20  18 ] Samiyah bint Rasul, wearer of the Laurel
08/15/12 : Hum [ Bard:  22  20  19 ] Samiyah seeks Soloban and Bard Council Review
09/05/12 : Hum [ Bard:  26  22  19 ] Samiyah bint Rasul
09/07/12 : Hum [ Bard:  27  24  19 ] Samiyah bint Rasul
11/23/12 : Hum [ Bard:  30  27  20 ] Samiyah bint Rasul seeks stories of Seraph
12/05/12 : Hum [ Bard:  30  30  23 ] Samiyah bint Rasul.

01/30/13 : Hum [ Bard:  30  30  27 ] Samiyah bint Rasul, a ghost of her self. 
02/06/13 : Hum [ Bard:  30  30  27 ] Samiyah bint Rasul awaits two dawns.
02/19/13 : Hum [ Bard:  30  30  27 ] Samiyah kneels in silent prayer
02/19/13 : Hum [ Bard:  30  30  27 ] Samiyah is sprawled, comatose, in the Coral Cave.
03/05/13 : Hum [ Bard:  30  30  28 ] Samiyah bint Suriel, ukhayyatun Deme  <<High Order>>
03/16/13 : Hum [ Bard:  30  30  29 ] Samiyah bint Suriel ukhayyatun Deme: High Order Bunny

Score: 07/24/2010:

You are Samiyah bint Rasul, daughter of the Eastern Desert
19 years old (15 hours), created Sun Jul 18 10 07:26:00.
(Zoardryn the 25th, The Frozen Depths, year 3030, 7pm.)
You live in Midgaard and your race is Human.
You are a level 8/6/3 bard.
You have 108/145 hit, 213/213 mana, 175/182 movement, 0 practices.
You have 4 training sessions remaining.
You are carrying 35/37 items (110 total/0 fined) with weight 279/250 kg.
Str: BAVG. Int: MAX. Wis: HIGH. Dex: AVG. Con: AAVG. Chr: AAVG. Luc: AVG.
In increasing order: LOW BAVG AVG AAVG HIGH MAX.
MAX stats and luck are untrainable.
You are very lucky!
You have scored 30326 exp (34347 total), and have 9192 gold coins.
You need 2535 exp for level 9.
Autoexit: yes. Autogold: yes. Autosplit: yes. Autoloot: no. Autosac: no.
Wimpy set to 30 hit points.
You are standing.
You are somewhat armored.
You are unaligned.
You are a pacifist.

WHOIS Samiyah: 03/05/2013

Samiyah (I): Female Human 30 Bard, 30 Bard, 28 Bard (Eff. 49)
Last login: Thu 2013-03-14 16:23:44.
Was created 2010-07-18 07:26:12, and has
played 1mth 6dy 18hr 35min  (actual time online).
1047534 total experience earned.
Scored 79 mobmaster, 1965 mobhunt, and 6639 location quest points.
Scavenger hunts for the year   : 11th.
7 day activity rank           : 3rd.
14 day activity rank           : 3rd.
30 day activity rank           : 4th.
60 day activity rank           : 6th.
90 day activity rank           : 7th.
7 day out-of-safe room rank   : 1st.
14 day out-of-safe room rank   : 4th.
30 day out-of-safe room rank   : 6th.
60 day out-of-safe room rank   : 3rd.
90 day out-of-safe room rank   : 3rd.
------------------------------- PK INFO -------------------------------
Has initiated 1 attacks (1 justified, and 0 not justified).
Has been attacked 44 times (0 justified, 44 not justified).
Is credited with 0 PKs (0 justified, 0 not justified).
Has been killed 0 times (0 justified, 0 not justified).

Character History:

Samiyah's Journal

Samiyah's Songbook

Samiyah's Origin

The nomadic tribes of the Great Eastern Desert have warred among themselves for centuries. Theirs is a harsh land, and child mortality rates are high due to the encroachment of bandits, rival tribes, and, of course, the desert itself. Children are prized... so long as they fall within the tribal definition of 'normal'.

Samiyah, daughter of Rasul, was born into a clan of goat herders. Her life was a quiet one, spent helping with the herd. She looked like the other children of the clan, with her dusky skin, dark eyes and hair. She played as they did, making games of things found in the desert. She learned, as they did, to avoid the scorpions and to read the patterns of the wind that hinted at the deadly sand-storms. If Samiyah never lost track of a goat in the dusk of sundown, or could whisper lullabies to calm the most fractious of children, it was not of particular notice. Girls were expected to do such things.

It was on the eve of her twelfth birthday that Samiyah's difference was discovered. It had been a difficult day, with a sand cat attack that morning. One of the younglings of the camp had been seriously injured at one of the more distant grazing grounds, and Samiyah was sent on the dangerous trek to the well for more water. Already tired and weary, she traveled a short distance out of sight and began to sing. She had realized, years before, that sometimes, if she sang just the right song - always quietly, always in secret - that wonderful things would happen. Instinctively, she had known that this was a a mystery she needed to keep to herself, for music was not a magic blessed by the Three. Protected from view by a large dune, she crouched in its shadow, dug a small hole and sang the bright, bubbling song that called forth water in a spring. It was her most sacred and magical song. Because they were so deep in the desert, it took several repetitions for the water to be called up, but finally, it filled the tiny basin she had created. She quenched her thirst, then filled each of the heavy camel-bladders with the crystal clear water.

Upon turning to head back to camp, she saw the horrified look of the tribal shaman, Abdul Salam, staring down at her from atop the dune. She was dragged back to the oasis camp and the 'magic-tainted' water dumped out so as not to curse any who might drink it. Samiyah was placed in the tent that enclosed one of the Altars to the Three Gods, for careful watching. The Council of Three met that night.

Before dawn of the next day, Samiyah was stealthily awoken by her mother's harsh whisper. "You must come quickly, child. We must go." The two hurried out of a slit cut into the tent and into the desert, not another word spoken. It was only when they were well away from the camp that Zahra broke her silence once more.

"You have a gift. They have told you it is of the unclean spirits, that it is halal, but it is a gift." Zahra looked proudly down at her daughter, one hand cupping the girl's cheek. "Seek your songs. Sing with beauty and pride. And never, ever, let them tell you that it is wrong!" Her mother's words were emphatic, startling Samiyah into tears. "Now go! They will be after you when they find you gone. Seek the pathway through the hills. And may you ever have shade and sweet water, my beloved girl. Blessings upon you."

Zahra began to sing. Zahra, who never raised her voice at the campfire, who was mocked for the grating tone of her words. Voice uplifted in exquisite song, she wove a spell of invisibility over her shocked daughter. "Go," she murmured, giving one last, gentle caress of Samiyah's cheek. As the girl stood staring, her mother turned and headed back towards the camp, another tune calling winds that obliterated their tracks.

Days later, hungry - but not thirsty - she staggered into a village of very small, furry-toed people. The village echoed with song, and following the noise, met a brightly garbed woman who trilled melody as she strode along the Bywater. "Hi! I'm Cadee! I thought I heard another singer!" The girl took Samiyah's hand, pulling her along, talking excitedly all the while. "You must be from the desert, dressed like that. Well. The world's a lot bigger than the dunes, that's for sure! C'mon! I have so many things to show you!" ... And off they went.

11/25/2012: The "Wisdom" of Helping Cresom

<257hp(xxx) 503ma(xxx) 573mv(xxx)(308936) 13089gp ft: Ramona > flee

Ramona makes a complicated-looking gesture.
You are blinded!
Someone dodges your attack.
Someone *** ANNIHILATES *** you.
You sure are BLEEDING!
You twist around to lessen the impact of someone's attack.
Someone devastates you.
You sure are BLEEDING!
Someone *** ANNIHILATES *** you.
You sure are BLEEDING!

<13hp(xxx) 503ma(xxx) 573mv(xxx)(308936) 13089gp ft: someone > TICK IN 3 SECONDS.
who

..Not quite as planned...

03/23/2013: Bunny

You ftell, 'grats on killing your first ghost, if i heard right/'.
You ftell, 'sorry, was running'.

Nordak ftells, 'nod....always running....thx'.

Seraph ftells, 'Samiyah is a bunny :)'.

Nordak ftells, 'hippity hop'.

You ftell, '*nose twitch*'.

General Notes for RP:

Background

Samiyah comes from a tribal background, raised within the Great Eastern Desert. Hers was a culture of severe repression, a patriarchy based in the strict control of the tribe's male shaman. All other forms of magic - clerical, bardic, or mage - were considered verboten. In the way of the Tribes, all cultural expectations are set forth in the songs sung, and the outlook for women was very bleak. As a result of this upbringing, Samiyah is overwhelmingly modest, both physically (wearing obscuring clothing and a veil at all times, which she checks obsessively) and personality-wise (always speaking with respect and never lashing out with anger). She avoids the casual or intimate touch of the opposite gender at all costs - although at this point, the sole mortal exception is her sworn brother, Cresom. She is also extremely superstitious, oftentimes resorting to tribal methods for dealing with problems: small braided charms to avert the Evil Eye, salt tossed over her shoulder to bind a Ghost, wearing only dark colors to avoid the wrath of the spirits, etc. She has taken a vow, sworn to her mother's name, never to "give oath to any not of the tribes, or to the gods that walk." (i.e., never marry in character or worship an Immortal). This is the reason she could not give worship to anyone except the God of her tribe, Seraph.

Unusual Terms that Samiyah uses:

Sahib/Sayyida: "Honored One" (gender specific), used for all Immortals and anyone she respects deeply.
Halal: An action or mode of thought that is forbidden by tribal tradition, often a severely punishable offense (up to death)-- Though she has just learned from Wish that this word means the OPPOSITE of what she was taught, and is avoiding its use. (The corrected term is "haraam".

Quirks

Samiyah has a particular horror of bugs in large numbers or of unusual size or type. This stems from her escape from her desert home, when she stumbled into a dark passageway of the Pyramid and was showered in a hoard of maggots when seeking shelter.
Samiyah has an instinctive obedience to the commands and instructions of immortals. (This is NOT mortal knowledge, and must be learned in character by immortals. ) Even the 'strong words' of immortals affects her mindset, views, and outlook.

OOC Notes:

Samiyah will never engage in reciprocal romance-based RP. Others are welcome to try and interact with her as they see fit - just realize it's never going to go in that direction from her part. It's been fun when folks have tried in the past. ;)

I personally welcome RP with anyone, on pretty much any story-line. Roleplay is what drew me to TFC and keeps me there, and is my 'drug of choice.' (Some are in it for the PK. Some for the min/maxing/number-crunching. I play for those brief moments of awesome RP.) Sometimes RP is friendly. Sometimes it isn't. It's all good. :)

In any social contest / conflict not everyone can be the victor. If everyone is always trying to "win" in RP, it turns into a giant mess. Samiyah bends but does not ...entirely... break. She is a leaf on the wind, blown this way and that by events around her -- a victim (not in the "poor me" sense, but in the "not an alpha type" sense) but a survivor. That means, when you interact with me in an aggressive or hostile way, or I encounter a situation of violence, I am *not* going to "win." Whether it's physical or mental violence -- Samiyah will do her utmost to survive and escape: Not conquer or come out on top. Within a large sphere of action -- *you win*. That does NOT mean that I'm going to happily lay down and be PK'd - Though, under certain circumstances, I would allow that, if arranged off mud (which, for a bard, is saying a LOT).

Trivia:

On 05/24/2012, Samiyah's name was informally but "officially" changed by Natilena to "Sami" as "Samiyah" was 'too hard to spell.'
On July 27 - 08/04/2012, Samiyah took part in Ink's quest, placing 6th, 2nd, and 1st respectively in the three parts.
On August 4, 2012, during the Thank You dinner, the adventurers assembled made Sami flee the table in upset when they teased her about "proposing" to Gheorghe. (Samiyah swore an oath to her mother never to swear her heart to any man not of the tribes, and any god-who-walks.)
Samiyah has accepted paid commissions for a wide variety of folks for artistic works, including Anduin, Tes, Soloban and Teva. (Ink just likes to buy saucy one-liners ... he probably doesn't have the patience to sit through anything longer! ;) ) The most she has ever been paid for a work was by Tes.

Restrings:

an ornamented black linen headdress and veil

l veil:

Several yards of black linen - the finest light-weight weave - have been
carefully wound in the proper fashion to form a headdress and veil. Four
strands of silver beads and bells hang from the right temple, chiming in
delicate tones as they slide against one another. Only the wearer's eyes
would be visible, when this headdress and veil are worn. Thin bands of a
delicate embroidery in dark blue edge the fabric: flowing script calling
out prayers for the well-being of the wearer and benedictions to the One
for their good luck and health.

a silver choker with lapis lazuli pendants

Long Description: Pendants of lapis hang from each ornate plaque of this collar of silver.
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a silver choker with lapis lazuli pendants

Look choker silver
Ancient tribal craftsmanship is evident in this close-fitting silver necklace.
Worn snug against the throat, it is made of individual plaques sewn to a velvet
collar. Dangling from each plaque is a trio of teardrop shaped pieces of azure
lapis lazuli, bright bits of gold glittering within the sea of blue. Carved in
the center-most pendant is a elongated, almond-shaped eye outlined in gold and
jet, unblinking and all-seeing.

Look lapis lazuli 
The quality of the lapis in each pendant is superlative, each a gleaming azure
bespeckled with brilliant glints of gold.  

Look pendant pendants 
Turning the necklace over in your hands, reveals that a message has been carved
one word per pendant: Thank You For My Office! - Lady Bliss

Look keyword keywords
Object Keywords: lapis lazuli choker
Extra Descriptions: silver choker | lapis lazuli | pendant pendants | Keywords
Made for Samiyah, for winning my office writing contest!! (and my pet)

delicate patterns of mehndi framing a scar

Long Description: Sacred patterns and arabesques made of henna are made to grace dusky skin.
Worn Description: <worn on hands> (Moderate magic) delicate patterns of mehndi framing a scar

Look patterns mehndi henna scar:
Arabesques and floral patterns frame, rather than conceal, a scar bisecting
the palm of the bearer. Oath of sisterhood, sworn in faith, forever makes a
tribe of two.

a voluminous desert robe of black linen

<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a voluminous desert robe of black linen
Long Description: This hooded over-garment is made of several yards of lightweight black linen.

Look desert robe linen:
It is clear that this fabric was woven by a skilled weaver. Bands of pattern
within the linen are visible by turning it this way and that, a subtle image
of a cloudy sky over flowing dunes. Embroidery along the collar, cuffs and a
wider band along the hem, nearly invisible in its black-on-black tone, show
a pack of lean, keen hunting hounds, racing over wind-swept dunes, silently
and secretly providing escort to a lone figure.

Look embroidery
Examining the embroidery, you can almost hear the echoing sound of a Hunter's 
horn ringing through the still desert night.

Look hound hounds horn Hunter
Although the embroidery is black on black, nearly invisible upon the fabric,
you still get the impression of a ghostly paleness to the Hounds, as if they
were the very beasts that pace around the Wyldess. Truly, the one for whom a
gift such as this was made, must have a special bond with Her.

Wiki Mentions:

Player Provided Information:

Personal Timeline:

07/18/10: Samiyah is created.

08/03/10: Samiyah receives Bard Council approval for level 5, singing "A Love Song of the Desert Tribes."

05/24/12: Samiyah receives Bard Council approval for level 10, reciting an original composition, "Find the Path".

05/27/12: Tormented and treated rudely, Samiyah sings a song for Kylor

06/09/12: Sami acknowledges help given to her by singing Ode to A Mushroom

06/22/12: Wanting to express her thanks for counsel and support, Sami sings A Song For Aoide

05/25/12: When she dies attempting Location Quest in Aarakocran City, and is helped by the Nashite, Samiyah performs a chant in praise of Avoozl

06/27/12: Upon receiving a generous gift from Mugen, Samiyah repays him with a poem, "In Praise of Elves"

07/03/12: Samiyah receives Bard Council approval for level 15, performing "The Lady Elemental," written about DarkClaw.

07/12/12: After being repeatedly info'd by a thief named Ogedai who swears he's "only practicing," Samiyah is stalked by Orgrim in Midgaard but manages to sneak away. Alas, he later catches up to her in Nydia, and only the Channelling Lyrical saves her life when his rift *** ANNIHILATES *** her. Later the same night, she performs a new piece written at Drakar's behest: "The Tower of Sorcery" which she adds to at the last moment to include her interaction with Orgrim. The performance is witnessed and her debt to Drakar acknowledged as paid by The Phantom of the Nashite Magi Himself.

07/14/12: While trying to help a newbie get out of the east gate of Midgaard, Samiyah is cursed and EVISCERATED by Daedalus, barely managing to escape (purely because he forgot to turn his chase triggers on).

07/15/12: Samiyah reaches effective level 30. She also travels to Cymraeg with Soloban and helps the cartographer clarify some of his maps.

07/20/12: Samiyah is DISEMBOWELED by Nebucanezzar, but manages to flee and quaff a recall potion in time. Later the same day, while exp'ing with Posion and Crunch, Samiyah sees that Hedschott has awoken. She alerts her group, but Crunch tells the group (in common), 'I DON'T FEAR HEDSCHOTT I EATZ HIM FOR BREAKFAST'. Moments later, the Inquisitor shows up in Candlespyre Mountain where the group is resting. Again and again, he leaves and returns, causing much consternation. The group moves to the Riverdale Plantation, shadowed by Hedschott, where Samiyah nearly dies from sheer nerves as he stands in the room watching the group exp. As Crunch attacks the last mob needed for level, Hedschott engages Sami, causing her wimpy to kick in nearly instantly. She flees and quaffs, safely making it to Recall with a mere 126 HP. Later in the evening, Hedschott kindly escorts Samiyah to the Adventurer's Inn, assisting her to complete MobMastery #40, Pertex the Mage.

07/26/12: Sami talks to DarkClaw about The Soul-Stealer.

07/27/12: Sami takes part in section one of Ink's quest, buying one doo-dad from Mish, placing sixth in the Challenge to Find the Strongest.

07/28/12: Sami takes part in section two of Ink's quest, placing third in the Challenge - Seeking The Most Clever!!

08/03/12: Sami takes part in section three of Ink's quest, placing first in the Challenge - Seeking the Most Creative, winning the Laurel.

08/04/12: Sami takes part in A Thank You Dinner‎, and is horrified when Eirin is slain. She is unable to discern the killer, but Sagan does!

08/16/12: Sami takes up a topic requested by Soloban, and performs her Level 20 Bard Review: The Baroness' Lament.. Afterwards, Tes asks her to write a song for him as well, which she does: The Hunters Call. He pays her an astounding 300k for the performance, which causes her to faint.

09/05/12: Samiyah is invited to the aftermath of a slumber party. There, she performs the only original piece that folks haven't heard: The Goat Song and it is decided that goats could easily be replaced by boys and the song would be just as true.

09/09/12: While helping a low level bard with some mobhunts, Samiyah is threatened by, and then attacked by, Sycora Starbreeze of the Legion.

09/25/2012: You have been appointed The Finder Adept! You have been awarded an honorarium of 25000 gold coins! :)

11/15/2012: Samiyah is approached by Seraph to write a bardic work about his life, with a very big "Or Else" attached. She begins interviewing others who know him and researching all she can: The Soul Stealer's Bargain

11/2013 - 02/05/2013: Samiyah continues to hold Seraph's notice: The Soul Stealer's Prey

02/04/2013: Samiyah participates in the Immortal Appreciation Bardic Circle, and performs "Thirst". She receives a prize for Most Original and Creative.

02/06/2013: After a disagreement with a friend, Samiyah is shocked when Belgarion attacks her: The Soul Stealer's Gambit.

02/12/2013: Samiyah learns that she won a quest that Tes held, but that all the prizes purged. :(

2/17/2013: Katrana shows Samiyah her Thread within the Pattern... the Desert Opal Thread, and Wish gives her a quest, for a chance to interact with Similus.

02/18-20/2013: Seraph returns Samiyah's soul and repudiates her. Hours of prayer and the words of DarkClaw make him relent. He bids her to finish her quest from Wish. She does so, and is permitted to touch the ancient evil artifact. As warned, the consequences are severe, leaving her comatose and near death. Seraph heals her by entwining part of his soul with her own, and commands her to sleep. Wish orders the two out of his temple, and later follows, demanding to know what she experienced: The Soul Stealer's Strategy‎

03/04/2013: After sending a Message in a Bottle that is taken quite badly, Samiyah is coolered for disrespect to an Immortal (Both Seraph and Wish).

03/05/2013: Samiyah gives worship to Seraph and joins the High Order.

03/06/2013: Both DarkClaw and Wish formally order Samiyah's death... and she meets Tross for the first time.

03/10/2013: Samiyah wins the level 40+ bracket of Boromir's Elemental Sprite quest.

03/13/2013: When Seraph gives grave offense to The Triat, the Hunt is called down upon the High Order - Samiyah in particular: The Soul Stealer's Consequence

03/23/2013: Samiyah completes all of the mobhunt and location quest requirements for her final level. At this point, only two tasks remain: Mobmastery #88 and her Final Performance.

03/25/2013: Through a well executed plan (crafted by Ink, he would like it known!) and layered attack with Eathor, Samiyah is killed by Sagan.

Player Information:

Samiyah's player enjoys Middle Eastern dance, music, culture and food. In the past, she took three semesters of Middle Eastern Dance at Orange Coast Community College and loved every bit of it - though physical disability prevents her from dancing any more. Her two 'in-character' theme songs for Sami are from the Bellydance Superstars Volume 3 CD: "Drama Queen" by Sahar, and "Tribal Dream" by Issam Housham.