[RPG] [SEI][TAS] Tales of Lek & Sennianus: Nightmares and Daydreams

[Kel]

Roleplay from Sennianus the Mad

Sennianus found himself in the thick of melee combat. Jormungandr carved 
through the air, dealing death to the unfortunate souls caught in its 
path. Drops of blood fell off its edge and onto the crimson-stained 
soil. A soldier approached on his left, and was promptly greeted with a 
strike of the sword. Another came from the right, and suffered a similar 
fate, as Sennianus stabbed him through the heart. Roaring loudly, 
Sennianus ordered his men forward. All around him, hundreds of men were 
locked in deadly combat. Slowly but surely, his army gained the upper 
hand. He raised Jormungandr into the air and called victory. But as soon 
as he had opened his mouth, a speartip drove itself through his armor 
and into his abdomen. The warrior on the other end of the spear grinned. 
Sennianus shattered the shaft with his sword, which was then hurled at 
the soldier with deadly precision. With Jormungandr sticking out of his 
chest, the soldier fell to his knees and to the side. As the pain shot 
through his body, Sennianus took the handle and pulled the sword from 
the corpse. He watched his men slaughter the last of the enemies on the 
battlefield. Dozens more were fleeing in panic. The battle was won, but 
he realised his life was lost.

His vision became blurry, as he fell to one knee, leaning on his sword 
for support. He coughed, and a pint of blood splattered onto the grass 
before him. He tried to get up on his feet, but instead he fell onto his 
side. He felt the strength drain from his body, as he desperately tried 
to crawl forward, to no avail. His trembling fingers clawed at the sky. 
Just as he thought his life would come to an end, someone took hold of 
his hand. He looked up, and through the blur he saw Lek. Her lips moved, 
but he could not hear the words. He summoned all his strength and tried 
to focus. Was she saying his name? He tightened his grip around her 
hand, as she helped him roll onto his back. He looked at his tunic. It 
had been of a light blue color as he had entered the battle, but now it 
was entirerly coated in a dark red tone. The broken spear stood upright. 
He couldn't help thinking it looked almost like a grave marker. He 
swallowed the blood in his mouth, it tasted like death. He used his free 
hand to pull Leks sleeve and tried to utter his last words.

"Lek..." it was barely audible, but Lek had heard it loud and clear. She 
placed a finger on his lips.

"Don't talk! Save your strength.", she said with tears in her eyes, but 
she too knew that it was pointless. Sennianus was a dead man, simply 
waiting for the gods to claim him.

"Lek...", he whispered again, "Closer..."

She brought her face closer to his and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. 
"My love... please tell me I'm having a bad dream..."

Sennianus tried to smile, but the agony kept his lips locked in a 
painful grimace. "Not a dream...", he said softly, "Jormungandr..."

Lek looked around until she had found his sword. She tried to place it 
in his hand, but he pushed it away. "Not me... you know what to do..."

"No...", she said through the tears, "I can't...". She took hold of the 
sword handle. "Not before I tell you..."

She gently led his hand to her belly. Without having to ask, Sennianus 
knew what she was saying. For a moment, his eyes became vivid again, and 
he smiled. "My loves..." he whispered, as the cold steel of Jormungandr 
cut through his body.

Sennianus the Mad Andrasta
Marshal of the Lunar Invasion Force Elite


Roleplay from Lek

Lek was cold, ice cold.  She shivered in her sleep and woke just enough 
to feel around for Sennianus; but, she was alone on the pallet.  Fear 
gripped her and she jerked upright, suddenly wide awake.  “Sennianus!” 
she called out, but, he did not answer.  Oh gods, he had left her!  She 
leapt up and fumbled for the candle on the table, lighting it with 
shaking hands.

The soft glow revealed her missing lover nearly to the entrance of their 
tent, curled up on the ground, twitching in his sleep.  Relief washed 
through her, leaving her feeling weak.  She sank to her knees next to 
him, reaching out to stroke his hair.  “Sennianus,” she called his name, 
“my love?”  He continued to twitch and low moans issued from his throat, 
“Sennianus!  Are you ill?” she shook his shoulder in alarm.

His hand whipped up and gripped her wrist tightly, and his lids 
flickered open.  “Lek…do not hesitate…” His eyes were still unfocused as 
they searched her face.  He released her wrist and moved his hand to 
rest against her flat belly, “I will not leave you alone…”  His voice 
trailed off as he saw her staring at him in bewilderment.  He sat up and 
ran his hands over the planes of his stomach.  With a shudder, he 
wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap.

Lek held him tightly, stroking his back, “My love, what has happened? 
Were you dreaming?”

“I don’t…it seemed so real…but only a dream…” he trembled slightly in 
her arms, “My love…” he pressed his face into her hair.

“Sennianus, shhhh, whatever it was, it was only a nightmare.”

He pulled back to look soberly into her eyes, he opened his mouth to 
tell her how he dreamt his own death, but then reconsidered.  There was 
no point in troubling Lek’s mind as well.  He replayed the events of his 
dream again…Oh!  Sennianus flashed a grin at her, “There was one nice 
part in the midst of the nightmare…you carried my child!”

“Nice part?!” Lek’s voice took on a sharp edge, “That was the nice 
part?”  She struggled to free herself from his grasp, but he held her 
tight.  “Mmmhmmm,” he murmured, beginning to nuzzle against her, clearly 
no longer seeking comfort.  “Sennianus, don’t get any ideas about 
babies!  I would find one an inconvenience on the battlefield!”  He 
silenced her with his mouth, and in short order all rational thoughts 
slipped out of her mind.

Lady Lek Kindon (Lord)