[RPG] [SEI][Taselak] Tales of Lek & Sennianus: How Mad is Mad

[Kel]

Roleplay from Sennianus the Mad

Sennianus had finally calmed down. He crept through the bushes until he 
came by a bridge across a small river. He calmly climbed up the rail and 
dove into the icy water. The cold merely numbed his fingers and toes at 
first, but before long it became a biting pain. He climbed up the bank 
and went to the nearest tent. A single soldier stood guard, and there 
were no witnesses when Sennianus snuck up to the man and broke his neck. 
Sennianus put on the dead guard's clothes and hid the body under a bush. 
He rummaged through the tent and stole a pouch with some gold coins in 
it, as well as a satchel of charcoal. With that, he went back to the 
river. He soaked the charcoal in the water and used the oily substance 
to paint his hair and moustache black. Finally, he strapped the guard's 
sword to his back and headed towards the city.

He managed to walk past the gatekeepers unnoticed, but as the rumours 
spread through camp about what had happened in Lek’s tent, people 
started recognizing him, and Sennianus started to receive awkward 
stares. Many people went out of their ways to avoid crossing him. 
Sennianus wasn't bothered. He made his way through the streets until he 
came to a blacksmith. He gave the stolen gold to the smith and told him 
to make him a black steel harnass, and bought a simple plate iron 
breastplate to wear until his order was finished. He used a grindstone 
to sharpen his blade, and left the smithy. Then, he stopped a soldier in 
the street.

"Spread the word. Sennianus Andrasta will kill Lek Kindon." he said with 
a cold, grim voice.

Sennianus the Mad Andrasta (Knight of Sandalak)


Roleplay from Lek

Lek moved purposefully through the streets of Sandalak. She was running 
out of time, and she was beginning to despair of finding Sennianus 
before they had to move out. She had been to his camp and every low bar 
that he usually frequented without success. She could tell that people 
had heard…something…of what had happened. As usual, nothing spread 
faster than gossip. And the looks of amusement, pity, or incredulity did 
nothing to improve her mood.

Lek stepped into the last bar on her list, a particularly dark and grimy 
hole that served some of the best ale in Sandalak. As she crossed the 
threshold, she could hear her name echoing around the room before 
someone saw her and gradually the room grew quiet. “I seek Sennianus the 
Mad,” she called into the stillness. A few chuckles arose, and one man 
called back to her, “I hear he seeks you too, Lady. I hear he seeks your 
death!” She didn’t mistake the snickers from the other patrons: they 
thought he would succeed. She snatched the mug from the man closest to 
her and took a long swig, “Yeah, that one I’ve heard,” with that, she 
slammed down the mug and left the bar.

Lek headed back to the camps. Everyone was pulling out; she would try 
Sennianus’ camp again before she left town. As she approached his 
encampment, she could see his men packing up their gear. A tall, 
dark-haired man stood watching, his back to her, “Soldier, I seek your 
lord, Sennianus.” The man turned and sneered at her, “You? Seek me?”

If she hadn’t been so angry, Lek would have laughed, “Sennianus? What 
have you done to yourself? You look ridiculous!” Sennianus looked her up 
and down offensively, “I hardly think that yours is an opinion I would 
value.”

Confusion warred with her anger, “What is wrong with you? I understand 
that you’re angry. But you don’t have any right to be! I never told you 
any lies—I never told you I’d be any different than what I am. I’m the 
one with the right to be angry—you were going to kill me, by the gods! I 
should be killing *you* right now.” She stopped then, breathing hard, 
fighting back the feeling that she was going to cry—again.

The sneering expression never left Sennianus face, if anything, it grew 
more pronounced, “I think the plan was for me to be killing you right 
now. However, now that I think on it, you hardly seem worth the time or 
trouble,” and with that he turned his back on her.

Lek gaped at his back, a red haze filling her vision. She took the two 
swords she was carrying and flung them at him, “You left some trash in 
my tent—along with your mind!”

Lady Lek Kindon (Dame of Yayhan)