Donald Samson

A rugged, bearded man with a large frame and imposing figure. Frequently dressed in sturdy outdoor clothing.


Alpha of the Club and Fang
Auspice/Tribe: Rahu/Blood Talons


Donald is about the closes thing to a “leader” of all the werewolf packs in town and was the signatory for werewolves on the accords. He’s an invaluable person to have on your side in a territorial dispute, as he might very well be the person who holds the most sway in political decisions about territory in all of Normanburg. Generally, he sides in favor of werewolves, but it’s not unusual that he’ll at least listen to your case before rendering judgment, so long as you’re reasonable.

What they say:

  • “People in Normanburg are getting tired of his tyranical rule. The accords are too limiting, and he represents their restrictions. It’s only a matter of time before enough people decide that it’s time to do away with him, and the werewolves’ complacency with these accords.”
  • “He’s been fighting the Pure in the area for decades now, and a lot of people admire that dedication, but at the same time you can’t help but wonder what all he’s done to keep up the fight. I hear he sold his soul to one of those things the mages are always freaking out about for power.”
  • “There’s a story I heard once—whispered only—that his sense of harmony has faltered. After years of battling the pure out in the forests, he’s broken most of his ties to humanity. I don’t know if it’s true, but it would explain why he suddenly vanishes so often; he certainly seems like the kind of guy who would be on the edge of rage most of the time.”

What he says:

Donald Samson

Normanburg by Night golzmichelle