[RPG] [SEI][Taselak] Tales of Lek & Sennianus: Death waits in Armour

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Roleplay from Sennianus the Mad

Sennianus straightened his collar and sat down with a cup of wine. His 
scouts had just been sent to survey the surrounding territories, so he 
had an hour to kill. Normally he would spend it drinking with his men, 
but Sennianus had developed contempt for them. They were a band of 
ruffians, burly men given weapons and told to kill, but no soldiers. 
They acted nonchalantly, chuckled when receiving orders, and merrying 
around in camp. Sennianus hoped he'd lose them, and soon. Frankly, he 
wanted to give them their salaries and tell them to get lost, but he 
needed them if he wanted to fight any battles, so he was forced to keep 
them around, as much as it displeased him.

"Sir, a delivery for you.", captain Wolfgang said from outside the tent.

Sennianus stepped outside, where a courier was waiting with a large 
package. Sennianus' new armor had finally arrived. Without the usual 
tip, Sennianus took the package and dismissed the courier. Back inside 
his tent, he took off his stolen gear and put on the black armor. A 
steel plated cuirass and shoulder guards, steel wristguards and 
gauntles, steel thighplates and boots. A black longshield, decorated 
with runes and depictions of heroic sagas. And the most beautiful piece 
of all, a steel helmet with visor and a black tassle.

Sennianus inspected himself in the mirror and smiled. "Finally, Lek 
Kindon, we shall settle the bill..."

Sennianus the Mad Andrasta (Knight of Sandalak)


Roleplay from Lek

"Orders, my Lady," Captain Elrdred presented Lek with the documents. She 
reviewed them quickly, "Excellent, we move out at dawn. Make sure 
everything's ready. Tonight, I'm going out and getting drunk."

As she was preparing to leave, Elrdred stopped her, "My Lady, 
perhaps...your armour?" She frowned at him, "Arkon's beard, El! I'm 
going to drink, not to battle! I'm not putting on 30 lbs of metal to 
walk into town." He still blocked her path, "Not even your breastplate? 
Or perhaps you could drink here?"

"No, El, not even my breastplate. I'll have sword and dagger; I do not 
fear any ruffians."

"I was not concerned for ruffians, my Lady."

She sighed at him, "I know, El; I'll be fine. I'm pretty sure we've seen 
the last of him."

Strapping on her sword, she turned back to Elrdred, "By the way El, I've 
heard this new song that's all the rage," Elrdred shifted uncomfortably 
and dropped his eyes from hers, "A new song, Lady, really?"

"Yes, a new song, all about me...and what a weak, foolish, crying little 
woman I've been."

"My Lady! No, that's not at all what...I mean to say...the song 
doesn't...My Lady, you are not..."

"It doesn't matter, El; your song is right. I have been weak and 
foolish--but no more. I'm done with that and him and now I'm going to 
get drunk."

With that, Lek took herself into town and down to the riverfront where 
there was a tavern she enjoyed that carried decent ale and surprisingly 
good food. There would be singing and drinking--maybe even dancing. And 
she wouldn't have to feel so hollow.

Lady Lek Kindon (Dame of Yayhan)