[RPG] [SEI][Taselak] Tales of Lek & Sennianus: One too many Surprises

[Kel]

Roleplay from Lek

Lek and her few remaining troops were camped in Ibyp. She had been 
fortunate enough to encounter Lynch and a cartload of smuggled ale just 
outside of Korlock, and the journey had been pleasant enough until the 
kegs had run dry--with no more ale in sight. They were following the 
bulk of the army back to Sandalak, and apparently all stock was being 
depleted in front of them.

Lack of ale made Lek grumpy. Also, she had half-thought she might 
encounter Sennianus on the way home. He had been with the main forces, 
but she thought he might wait for her. Still, tomorrow they would be in 
Sandalak, and she would surely see him there.

Then, this morning, one of her own troop, Dervin, had found an ale-wife 
just putting out a new batch. With ale within her and the city so close, 
Lek was feeling mellow and happy as she prepared for bed. "El, I don't 
know who is supposed to be training tonight, but send Dervin in, he 
deserves a reward today," she told her captain.

Dervin was like a cute little puppy, she thought when he entered her 
tent, all eagerness and nerves. No matter how many times he was invited 
in, he was still nervous. "Come in, boyo! I won't bite you; I promise!"

Lady Lek Kindon (Dame of Yayhan)


Roleplay from Sennianus the Mad

Sennianus stood before the tall mirror in his tent. He inspected the few 
new scars he had gained in Ikalak and Korlok. Nothing noteworthy, but 
testaments of his achievements nonetheless. Afterwards, he said a few 
Viking prayers for the men he had lost in the north. He had been forced 
to leave them on the battlefield, and without a proper Viking funeral 
they would become restless souls, forced to fight their last battle over 
and over until the end of times. The thought of that filled him with 
anger... and he had no way to wind down, as Lek had run into some delays 
on her way back to the capital.

So he spent the evening alone, polishing his sword until it was 
spotless, drinking mead until the jug was empty, lying on his bed 
staring at the ceiling. Eventually he got back up to answer nature's 
call, but when he walked past the tall mirror again, he noticed 
something from the corner of his eye. Another figure with raven black 
hair seemed to walk next to him, dressed in black armor. It was even 
almost as if he knew the person. Instinctively, Sennianus drew his sword 
and pointed it at the other man, but he quickly realised he was only 
staring at his reflection.

By Odin... I'm starting to hallucinate... I think I had a little too 
much mead tonight, Sennianus thought to himself.

Sennianus the Mad Andrasta (Knight of Sandalak)