[RPG] [FEI][SOL] Tales of Lek & Sennianus: The End

[Kel]

Roleplay from Lek Kindon

Sennianus returned home at dawn. He had met up with a few gentlemen that 
he knew from the South East. They had been enemies then, but times 
change, and they had enjoyed talking of old times and putting away a 
little ale. Sennianus staggered a bit as he approached the house, well, 
perhaps a lot of ale, then.

Elrdred opened the door in front of him, “My lord, thank goodness you’re 
home, milady was attacked in the night and lays wounded, but…” he never 
finished his sentence, because Sennianus was in motion, pushing past him 
and sprinting for the bedchamber.

“Lek!” he cried out as he reached her bedside, shocked to see her so 
pale, but relieved that she was sitting up in the bed, “What happened, 
my love? Are you all right? Who did this?” He took her hand and squeezed 
it tightly.

“Shhh, Sennianus. I’m fine. Just some stabber after that stupid bounty. 
I’m slipping though; he should never have been able to get a knife 
anywhere near me. Too much time lolling about, and not enough in the 
field where we belong. I gave as good as I got, though, and the guards 
chased him off.”

“If I had come back sooner, this wouldn’t have happened! Did the guards 
see who it was? Wait…it wasn’t moon people, was it?” he shook his head 
as if to clear it, and hissed, “Whoever it was is going to die…slowly.”

“Are you saying that I can’t take care of myself,” Lek narrowed her eyes 
at him, “We’ve had this conversation before, you big oaf, I can take 
care of myself. It’s only flesh wound, for pity’s sake. No one 
recognized the chap, anyway. It was too dark.”

“Yes, my love,” he soothed, settling next to her, “I know you can take 
care of yourself. Rest now,” and he sat there, holding her hand, until 
she drifted back to sleep, a dark expression on his face. When Lek 
awoke, he was gone.

Elrdred stood hovering over her, his face wretched. “What is it, El? I’m 
fine,” El’s mouth worked, but no sound came out. Lek jerked up from the 
bed, “What’s wrong? Where is Sennianus?”

El’s face grew even paler and he gestured towards the door, “Wounded, 
milady. Trying to find out who had done this to you.”

“Oh, Gods! That idiot!” she got to her feet and ran, painfully, for the 
guest bed chamber. Bane stood in the doorway, talking quietly with the 
scrawny healer. Bane grabbed at her, but Lek pushed past, she had to 
see. Sennianus lay in the bed. He had obviously been beaten senseless. 
His eyes were blackened and his lip split, and the rest of his face was 
swollen and bloodied. His hands were bruised and cut, and worst of all, 
a mass of bloody bandages swathed his mid-section. “Sennianus!” Hot 
tears sprang into her eyes. She went swiftly to his side and gently 
touched his face, “Oh my beloved, who did this to you?”

Sennianus’ eyes cracked open, “On’y ‘bout twen’y of ‘em,” he mumbled, 
“’M fine.”

Lek swung around and clutched at the healer, “What are you doing 
standing there? Get in here and fix him!”

“Milady, there is nothing further I can do. His wounds are mortal. He 
may linger for a few days, but he will surely die.”

Hot rage poured through her. She took hold of the man’s shoulders and 
began to shake him, rattling him back and forth like a rag doll, 
“Mortal? You worthless bag of bones! What do you know? Fix him! Give him 
some herbs! More bandages! Do something!......Just don’t let him die!” 
Elrdred rushed in and tried to separate them while Bane pulled at her, 
“Lek! Let him go, there is nothing he can do. I am so sorry. There is 
nothing more that any of us can do.”

Her anger was washed out by a wave of despair, and she let go of the 
healer. Lek moved back to the bed and took Sennianus’ hand, “My dream,” 
he murmured, “Dy’in’, you must…”

She bent her head to his, “What, my love? What dream?”

“Dreamt…wounded…you gave me…mercy. Dreamt…in Tas’lak,” the words 
struggled from his swollen lips. He reached a hand to her belly, 
“Is…baby? Not…leave you...’lone.”

Sudden clarity struck her: the nightmare he had had. It made sense to 
her now, and she knew what she had to do. Lek looked over at Elrdred, 
“El, bring me my sword.”

“But…milady…”

“Jormungandr, El. Now!” As he left the room, she turned back to 
Sennianus, “No, my love, there is no baby. I’m sorry that I never gave 
you a son. But…hush now…don’t worry…you don’t leave me alone.”

El returned with Jormungandr and handed it to her, worry marking his 
young face.

“Help me sit him up, El.” With some difficulty, they raised the heavy 
Viking into a sitting position. Lek slid into his lap, wincing at the 
pain she caused him, but knowing that his pain would all soon end.

“Wha’ doin’…love?”

“I go with you. Remember my vow, beloved, you can never leave me.” She 
turned her sword until the tip rested against her stomach.

“Milady, what do you here? No!” El cried out in alarm, but Bane held him 
back.

“Don’t stop her. When he dies, she dies. She will wither up day by day 
until she dries up and blows away. Let her go with him now.” Bane never 
took her eyes from her sister’s as she spoke, though the tears spilled 
out and down her face. “I love you, Lek.”

“I love you, Bane. Be happy, my sister. Love your man and be happy. I’m 
sorry that I have to go, but a part of me will be with you always, my 
sister, myself.”

Lek leaned against Sennianus, “Help me, my beautiful man.” With his last 
strength, and for the last time, he wrapped his strong arms around her, 
grabbing the hilt of the sword over her hands. Lek closed her eyes.

“Now...Sennianus...” she whispered.

“Lek...” he murmured.

And together, they plunged the sword through her body and into his.

The End.