[RPG] [SEI][Taselak] Tales of Lek & Sennianus: Ale and Sparring

[Kel]

Roleplay from Sennianus the Mad

Sennianus ran his fingers through Lek's raven black hair. He looked her 
in the eyes, smiled and kissed her again. "Shame... I could have sparred 
all through the day and night if I had to."

He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a long hug. "You watch 
yourself, you hear?" he whispered into her ear.

"Don't start with me, Sennianus..." she whispered back, "I'm a big girl, 
I'll be alright."

Sennianus released her. "Wait here for just a few moments, I'll be right 
back."

"Wait, what? I have to..." her words fell on deaf ears, as Sennianus 
vanished between the many tents in the Taselakian camp. After a few 
minutes, he came back with a large sword. The scabbard was covered in 
strange symbols. When he stood before Lek, he unsheathed the sword. The 
double-edged blade was long, and from the looks of it, razor-sharp. Like 
the scabbard, the blade was marked with the similar symbols. Sennianus 
sheathed the sword and gave it to Lek.

"My grandfather's sword." he said.

Lek was speechless. "I can't take that, what if I break or lose it?"

Sennianus grinned. "Then you and I will have a problem. So you had 
better bring it back to me in one piece after the battle."

He kissed her one final time. "Now go. We'll meet again before the walls 
of the White City."

Sennianus the Mad Andrasta (Knight of Sandalak)


Roleplay from Lek

Lek stepped back, looking at Sennianus one last moment. “I plan to be 
drinking with you and Lynch after this battle, so try and stay in one 
piece. I expect you to steal the ale.” She started to walk away, then 
called back to him, “Stay safe, you big idiot. If you die, I will hunt 
you all the way to hel and kill you again myself!”

With that, she departed rapidly, reaching her camp to find her men 
already dousing the fire and preparing to leave. “Let’s move, boys!”

Lek gathered her gear and then spent some time examining and admiring 
Senninus’ sword. She was incredibly moved that he had lent her this 
weapon—that he trusted her with something that had belonged to his 
family and was clearly special to him.

It was beautiful and just as razor-sharp as it had appeared. Lek 
withdrew it fully from the scabbard and took it for a few practice 
swings. She moved easily into a classic sword-training dance, her 
muscles already loose from her earlier workout. The weapon had a 
beautiful balance; Sennianus grandfather must not have been as big as he 
was. It was slightly heavier than her usual blade, but not so much that 
she wouldn’t be able to use it; and, it was so much finer.

“Nice sword, my Lady,” Captain Elrdred approached her, “A gift from your 
beautiful barbarian?” She and Elrdred got along much better now that she 
realized it wasn’t that he didn’t like her, it was that he didn’t like 
girls that way.

“Just a loan, El, but isn’t it fine? Almost as beautiful as he is. Are 
we ready to move?” At his nod, she slid the blade back into its sheath, 
stowed it carefully with her gear and started walking.

Lady Lek Kindon (Dame of Yayhan)