[RPG] [SEI][Taselak] Tales of Lek & Sennianus: Love on the Road

[Kel]

Roleplay from Sennianus the Mad

Sennianus wiped the blood off his axe and watched the carnage. 37 
peasants laid dismembered, as well as a handful of army regulars. 
Sennianus hated the fact that they were in Toren on 'friendly' business, 
but the peasant mobs that crossed the paths of the PTN and HSG legions 
soothed the pain a little. They made a good warm-up for the trial up 
ahead. For the first time since the start of the Second Great War, 
Taselakians would be repaying the favour that Ikalak had done them years 
ago. Ikalak City would burn. And if not Ikalak City, then Korlok. Either 
way, it would be a great day for Taselak. Sennianus was in a cheerful 
mood...

But one thing was missing. Ever since his night with Lek, the usually 
lighthearted and jolly Sennianus had become a love-struck boob. In his 
early days as a warrior, he fornicated as much as he could. He was a 
well-known customer in the Taselakian brothels, where he had spent a 
small fortune on all sorts of prostitutes. Tanned, pale, skinny, chunky, 
blonde, brunette or bald, it didn't matter to him. But now... all he 
wanted was Lek. He knew she was trailing behind the vanguard with the 
main army, so he sent his men ahead to Jerelin, stole a mule from a 
local peasant and headed back towards the Seggelin-Neralle border. After 
an hour, he finally spotte Leks camp at the side of the road. The guard 
he had knocked out earlier wisely stepped aside this time.

Sennianus lifted the tent flap. "Guess who!" he said.


Roleplay from Lek

Lek had been mooning over scouting reports. There really wasn't another 
word for it.

When she had left Sennianus that cold dawn so many days ago, she had 
believed he would be marching north with the main army to Aboal. She had 
thought him no longer on the PTN roster since his brief banishment.

But then, there he was in her reports. At first, a hundred miles or so 
behind her, but Lek had thought, perhaps, she would see him in Taselak 
City. But, she had been busy seeing to repairs and supplies and...

Lek laid her head down on the reports. She hadn't been that busy. She 
had been waiting for him to seek her out. For the first time since she 
had tripped the stable-boy in the hayloft, she had waited for a man to 
come to her. She hadn't even received a message.

"Well," she sneered at herself, lifting her head, "see where being a 
girl gets you. Special man my right buttock!"

Lek couldn't remember which of her men had earned special training 
tonight, but she supposed she should call whoever it was in; it was a 
cold night, and she didn't want to spend it alone. As she approached the 
tent flap, it was suddenly pulled aside and who should appear but the 
offending barbarian himself.

"Guess who?" he called with a grin on his face.

She resisted the urge to launch herself into his arms, instead fisting 
her hands on her hips. "About damn time!" Then, because she was pretty 
sure that was how she had greeted him the last time he came to her tent, 
she started to laugh, and threw herself at him anyway. Thank the Gods he 
hadn't arrived 15 minutes later.

Lady Lek Kindon (Dame of Yayhan)