[RPG] [SEI][Taselak] Tales of Lek & Sennianus: Heads, Glorious Heads

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Roleplay from Sennianus the Mad

Sennianus scratched his rear. He felt terribly uneasy in the pants he 
had borrowed from a peasant in Abykal, but he was a man on a mission, 
and part of that mission was to put on some legwear to cover up his 
'shame'. With a severed Ikalakian head in one hand, and half a dozen 
wild flowers in the other, he made his way through the Taselakian 
encampment. After about an hour of not knowing where he was heading, he 
stopped one of the soldiers.

"Hey, you there!", he said, "Would you happen to know where I can find 
Lady Lek Kindon's camp?"

The soldier stared at the half-naked barbarian and his strange selection 
of items. "Ehrm... I think her camp is somewhere down south, sir."

"Thank you!" Ignoring the stares of the soldier, Sennianus continued his 
way. With every footstep, his heart seemed to beat louder. For once, the 
queeziness in his belly was not due to the massive amounts of ale and 
mead from the night before. It almost felt like he had swallowed some 
caterpillars, and they had turned into butterflies in his stomach!

After a long walk, Sennianus finally saw Lek's camp in the distance. By 
now, his heart felt like it was trying to break through his ribcage. His 
knees felt like pudding and the amount of sweat pouring down his back 
was enough to fill up a small tub and drown a child in it. The otherwise 
always overly confident Viking was now very close to turning around and 
running away as fast as he could. Instead, he scraped his throat and 
declared loudly:

"Lady Lek Kindon of Taselak! Do this young barbarian a favour, and allow 
him into your tent, for he brings presents!"

Trying very hard not to die of anxiety, Sennianus awaited a reply.

Sennianus the Mad Andrasta (Knight of Sandalak)


Roleplay from Lek
Lek heard a disturbance outside her tent and hoped it would go away. 
She was right in the middle of a private training session with one of 
her soldiers.  She waited hoping whoever was shouting that they were 
“present” would give up..

No, wait, they had *presents*!  Presents were good.  Lek scrambled to 
her feet gaining a protest from soldier-boy—gods, what was his name? 
She smacked him and told him to shut up.  “Discipline, soldier!” 
(Derek?  Drummond?  Dougal?)  She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it 
around herself.

Lek drew aside the door of her tent and stepped outside.  The man 
standing there looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn’t place him.  In 
one hand he clutched a fist-full of weeds, and in the other…“Is that 
head for me?”

After all his previous shouting, the dishevelled man now seemed unable 
to speak, mutely holding the head and plant-life towards her.  She took 
the head, admiring the nice clean cut that had severed it from its body. 
  “Nice work…Ikalak, I presume.  Are you looking for work?  I can always 
use new recruits.”

He did look familiar; after a long moment’s silence while he just stared 
at her bug-eyed, she asked, “Who are you?”

Lady Lek Kindon (Dame of Yayhan)