[RPG] [SEI][Taselak] Tales of Lek & Sennianus: Love Cuts both Ways

[Kel]

Roleplay from Sennianus the Mad   (just in)

Night had just come over Unagae, and Sennianus was already too drunk to 
walk straight. After hanging thirty-one rebels - random peasants 
convicted under bogus charges - he was in a festive mood. While his men 
were cleaning up the bodies, he had thrown himself into a licquor binge. 
After only two hours, he found himself lying face down on a table with a 
mug in each hand. He slowly got upright and stumbled outside, to the 
next bar he would come across. Leaning on walls and trees, he carefully 
made his way through the streets.

Then, he saw something that immediately caught his full attention. An 
alley, bristling with activity. Prostitutes danced in between a drooling 
crowd of drunks, beggars and servants who were there on behalf on their 
noble masters. Sennianus licked his lips. The perfect way of ending the 
evening, he thought. He elbowed his way through the mass, looking for an 
appealing wench. Or two. One after the other, the prostitutes were 
judged and denied. Until he came across two girls, black haired with icy 
blue eyes. They looked like sisters to Sennianus, but he didn't care 
much. He pushed the ogling men surrounding them out of the way, took 
them by the arms and dragged them along with him.
Sennianus the Mad Andrasta (Knight of Sandalak)
Roleplay from Lek

Lek had had a grand day.  A few hours drinking fine Adrelhian ale with 
Lynch had made her realize that she hadn’t been very good company 
lately.  Unagae was taken, and her men had done some good work 
dispatching rebels, though it hadn’t appealed to them much.  In 
consequence, she decided to take them out and get them drunk.

They all spent an extremely pleasant evening at the tavern, and Lek had 
even danced for them and the other patrons, to the surprise and delight 
of the new men in her troop.  Her clever father had thought adding 
dancing to his daughter’s training would increase agility and body 
control.  In addition to complex sword dances, his girl’s had learned 
all of the courtly dances, as well as some rather more exotic varieties 
from the Travellers.  Lek was pretty certain her father had no idea just 
how much time she had spent at the Gypsy camp, and quite how many 
different moves she had learned.

As they left the tavern, she steered her party towards a particularly 
dark alley.  Lek pressed some money into Elrdred’s hands, “Make sure 
they all have a good time, El.  I’m going to head back to camp.”

“Alone, my lady?”

“You’re not still fearing for my safety, are you?  If he comes after me 
again, I will put him down again.”

“No, my lady, I just meant…alone?”  El blushed a little at this.

Lek bristled a little, so what if she hadn’t felt like being with anyone 
since…, “I’m tired, that’s all.  Just get them all home by dawn,” and 
she headed for camp.

She noted the activity around her as she made her way home; it was the 
time of night for loving, and the night ladies were out in force.  Ahead 
of her she saw one man who apparently fancied himself quite the stallion 
with a lady on each arm.  Lek was laughing to herself when the three 
passed an open tavern door.  The light was just enough for her to see 
who the man was, and her heart froze in her chest.

“What does it matter what that impostor does?  I want none of him!” her 
mind was tumbling, but even as Lek was thinking this, she was gliding 
into the shadows, following.--all the way back to the camps.

With every step,  she cursed herself.  This was insanity.  Her guts were 
roiling; she was chilled all over; she just couldn’t stop following. 
And every time he squeezed the giggling wenches closer, and every time 
he stooped to kiss one of them, it was like a knife in her heart.

When they entered his tent, gods she couldn’t help herself, she slipped 
closer…closer…close enough to hear what was happening inside.  After 
only a few moments, she could no longer bear it.  Lek stumbled away 
blindly; she couldn’t catch her breath.

Eventually she found her way back to her own tent and her own pallet. 
But sleep she did not find.  Her mind would not let her rest, over and 
over, she saw him and those women…together.  And the tight hard knot of 
pain in her chest did not lessen.

“Oh, Blessed One, how could I have been such a fool?”

Lady Lek Kindon (Dame of Yayhan)