Samara's story begins, as so many odd tales often do, with a wizard.  Or rather a small group of mages, who had chosen to live off in a windswept keep off a small, rocky southern shore.  Here they would not be disturbed.  Not that they were doing anything particularly dastardly; they were simply happier being out of the way.  

Naturally, people fear the unknown.  Legends grew about what these wizards were up to in their remote keep.  As the legends grew, groups of adventurers took it upon themselves to investigate and try to stop the terrible experiments they believed were taking place.  For the wizards' part, they tended to rely on their remote location to keep the curious away.  When a group of heroes nearly breached the inner chambers of the keep, the wizards decided they needed a proper guardian—one that they need neither feed nor pay, certainly.  

It took some time to collect the proper materials; more so to knit them together as seamlessly as possible.  When the assembly was complete, the wizards performed the proper ritual to give their guardian life.  The wizards placed arcane dragon glyphs on their guardian, giving it an unnatural strength and speed.  They spent many an hour summoning creatures for it to fight, and taught it to read, so it could practice the fighting techniques it learned from the musty old tomes in the keep's library.  Soon (a relative term in the lives of wizards and constructs), it was ready to defend the keep against all intruders.

Wizarding can be a dull and lonely business, however.  Some of the wizards thought, if they were going to create such a guardian anyway, why not, at the same time, make it a thing of art and beauty?  Even though one of the wizards cautioned against it, that is what they did.  One of the wizards found a woman's upper body most pleasing, so her breasts were large, round, and firm.  Another preferred a woman's lower body, and thus the muscles of her legs were long, lean, and toned, like those of an acrobat.  Her heart-shaped rear was not especially large, its muscles high and tight.  Yet another wizard thought nothing more lovely on a woman than her face, so she was given a pleasing one, her grey eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

The wizards fashioned an arcane control stone so they could easily give her instructions, fashioning it into a necklace that Samara always wears.  Some time passed, and eventually, another group of adventurers tried to attack the keep.  Samara's movements were like a choreographed dance, the fluidity of her movements were entrancing.  One of the younger wizards was enchanted by the sight, and became quite attached to the guardian and started to spend a great deal of time with her.  Having urges like any other young man, he started to utilize her control stone to instruct her to relieve those urges.  One day, another wizard passed by his door and saw the young wizard sitting in his chair, the guardian straddling him, her slim hips moving in smooth, rolling circles against his.  Having the seed planted in his mind, this other wizard later visited Samara at one of her guard posts.  After placing his hand on her necklace and whispering the command word, he whispered a hushed instruction to her.  He was prepared to explain in a more detailed way, but to his surprise, she already knew what to do and lowered down onto her knees in front of him...

Soon enough, several of the wizards were making use of their guardian in this way.  So much so, in fact, that their studies and experiments were suffering from the neglect.  It was clear that this particular experiment was not working.  Some wanted to destroy her outright, but others objected.  In the end, a compromise was reached where Samara was sold to a dragon to help protect her hoard.  Samara was then sold, stolen, and abandoned several more times before taking to the road on her own, seeking to understand the nature and purpose of her own existence.

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