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

[Kel]

Roleplay from Sennianus the Mad

Sennianus laid flat on his back. The weight of the armor pushed him down 
more than he had hoped for. He cursed himself for letting Lek get the 
better of him in such a manner. But then he realised something, and 
started laughing. His laughter sounded ghostly inside the steel helmet. 
Leks sword trembled before his eyes. The look on her face was one of 
confusion. What could a man who was about to die possibly find so 
amusing. As Sennianus' laughter went on, Lek grew restless. With a quick 
move of her sword, she cut through the leather helmet strap. With the 
tip of the blade she lifted the helmet off Sennianus' head. He was still 
laughing loudly.

"What is so damned amusing, you bastard!" she shouted, "I'm close to 
cutting your throat!"

Sennianus snickered. "Hahaha! So close, yet so far away..."

"What are you talking about?"

Sennianus grinned. "Tell me, Lady Lek... how will you live with the 
knowledge that you killed the man you loved? Hahahaha... someone wants 
to talk to you, haha!" His eyes roleld back into his skull and he fell 
backwards. Soon, he got up again, holding his head. He looked disorientated.

"Where am I... why am I wearing this silly costume?" he mumbled. Then, 
he saw Lek, still standing before him with her sword at the ready. "Lek? 
What is going on? What am I doing here? Why are you holding a blade in 
my face?"

Sennianus the Mad Andrasta (Knight of Sandalak)


Roleplay from Lek

Lek didn’t drop her sword, but she hesitated. She stared hard into the 
almost familiar face in front of her and…

“Sennianus?” she breathed.

For a few moments, he was there, she could see her sweet man in those 
beautiful blue eyes, looking at her with confusion…and…love. “My fair 
Lek—are we sparring?” his voice was faint.

Her arm was trembling; she was a scant second from lowering her blade 
when, in a blink, he was gone—she could see the love drain from his 
eyes. And the other one was back.

Lek’s grip on her sword tightened. The scum was right, she couldn’t kill 
him. Not just now, with the real Sennianus still before her mind. But, 
hurting him...

“I owe you a scar, you worthless coward!” She flicked her sword at his 
face, cutting deep into his cheek and down into the greasy, black beard. 
He flinched, cursing her. “Oh, you’re a right nobleman, you are!” She 
laughed bitterly and walked to where his sword lay.

“I’ll leave this at your camp for you. You might hurt yourself with it 
on the way home.”

Lek looked at him again, suddenly weary, “Just stay away from me, 
Andrasta. I don’t like you, and I’d rather not have to kill you.”

As she made her way back to camp, she was dry-eyed, but the hollow 
feeling was back.

Lady Lek Kindon (Dame of Yayhan)