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

[Kel]

Roleplay from Sennianus the Mad

Sennianus stepped into the cold winter night. His men were sitting 
around their campfires, eating a roasted boar they killed earlier. 
Sennianus was disgusted by their 'table' manners. Their beards were 
sticky with gravy and mead. Enjoy it while you still can, scum, 
Sennianus thought. He summoned captain Wolfgang.

"Captain, I have a task for you. I need you to find out where Lek has 
gone, as she is not at her camp." he said.

Wolfgang looked at his commander. "So you can kill her... I'm not sure 
if I want to be a part of that."

"Well, the choice is yours... but someone will die tonight. If you don't 
want to suffer that fate, I suggest you do as your told, captain." 
Sennianus replied.

Wolfgang saluted reluctantly. "Yes, sir."

A half hour later, Wolfgang returned. Lek had been seen entering the 
Black Dog, a tavern on the outskirts of the town. A dangerous place for 
those who did not belong there, but Lek was right at home. Sennianus 
smiled. The only people near the Black Dog would be drunkards and 
prostitutes. If there were any witnesses, Sennianus would have little 
trouble silencing them for good. He attached his sword to his belt, 
strapped his shield to his back and set out.

After a two hour walk, he finally saw the lights of the Black Dog. A 
single drunkard laid outside the door, sleeping off his mead binge, 
completely oblivious to his surroundings. This will be too easy, 
Sennianus thought. He sat down on a tree trunk at the side of a dark 
forest road, and waited for Lek to come out.

Sennianus the Mad Andrasta (Knight of Sandalak)


Roleplay from Lek

Lek strolled out of the Black Dog, calling back a few jests as she 
passed through the door. That was exactly what she had needed: a nice, 
uncomplicated night of drinking and camaraderie.

She wasn’t more than a hundred feet from the tavern when she heard the 
footsteps. Drawing her sword, she spun to see who walked behind her, 
“Come forth, cutpurse, I’m just in the mood for a bit of scrapping tonight!”

As she watched, a dark armoured knight approached out of the gloom, “Lek 
Kindon, I’ve been waiting for you,” she didn’t know the armour, but the 
voice, that horrible sneering tone…

“Andrasta,” she spat the name out like a curse, “Aren’t we fine looking 
in our fancy new armour then? What are you doing in this part of town? I 
don’t think your sort belongs here.”

“I’m here to end you and take back my honour.”

“So you thought you’d catch me in the dark, full of ale, and unarmoured. 
How very honourable of you.”

“All your talking isn’t going to save you, woman. You *will* die tonight.”

Lek wasn’t just talking: she was watching. As he drew closer, she 
gripped her sword and drew her dagger, but otherwise didn’t move, 
watching him and taking in the terrain. She wasn’t worried that he was 
bigger and well-armoured. You didn’t have to be the biggest to be the 
best. You just had to be the smartest. He’s not used to that armour; 
he’s moving a little awkwardly.

Without warning, he lunged forward, bringing his sword whistling down 
where she had been standing, but she had already danced away. “You’ll 
have to do better than that Sir Noble Knight! All that metal’s weighing 
you down. The real Sennianus would have had me!”

He twisted around, swinging his sword, He’s not used to a helm like 
that; he doesn’t have as full a range of vision. but she parried his 
awkward stroke, not without some effort, and danced away again. Lek 
continued this game for several long minutes, dancing in and out, 
attacking and retreating, testing his defenses, and trying to stay out 
of the reach of his sword. All the while, she was gradually manoeuvring 
him until he was right where she wanted.

Lek feinted one last time; he lunged, but she was already moving in the 
other direction, leaping onto a low wall to his left. Turning as her 
foot hit the wall, she launched herself back towards him, catching him 
off-balance as he was swinging around. She knocked him to the ground 
with a satisfying clang, his sword spinning away into the night.

Lek jumped agilely to her feet and pressed the tip of her sword under 
his chin. “Take off that stupid helm, Mr. Knight. I want to see your 
face while I’m killing you.”

Lady Lek Kindon (Dame of Yayhan)