About Arden Kain Brandt
Charge! Into a better tomorrow! - one of the many sayings of the Dragoons.
TLDR cliff notes:
liff notes- He is a kind hearted man that learned many lessons the hard way. At the moment, he is looking for a purpose again after spending over three years traveling around working as a blade for hire.
He was part of a fairly large town near the hold of Belkzen that was situated on a plain. The town defense was mostly guaranteed by a band of "knights" known to the town as "The dragoons", along with the regular guards. His brother, and his father had been part of the the Dragoons, as well as his grandfather, and he had always aspired to join them as well to gain glory and fame, like the hero's in stories. Eventually he was accepted and he received his horse, whom he named Valere. However, less than a year after that, a large warband that had been gathered by a powerful warlord seeking to unite the orcs of Belkzen turned his attention to the town, lured out half the dragoons, and then attacked the town. It fell, and most everyone in it was killed (around 1200 people if that matters) He doesn't know for sure if his sister and brother perished, and he lost contact with the remaining 4 or 5 members left of the Dragoons.
After that, his glory seeking was quickly curbed, and he traveled as a mercenary, taking only jobs he deemed good (so, no black work) He took this job because it seemed a worthy undertaking. Not only to help route out bandits and the like, but to help folk as well. If by some miracle, he was made baron, or a general or marshal under the new baron, he would take the chance to try and rekindle The Dragoons, in hopes of keeping what he lost from being lost again.
10 min background+ backstory:
1- Kain was a member of a frontier town in the wildlands
2- He was just accepted into an elite unit of Calvary whose job was to run down any orc raiding parties, and rapid maneuvering to keep giants from being able to stone the town.
3- Kain is rough and practical but Kind-hearted to many.
4-One day, not long after he was accepted into the Calvary unit a small raiding party was sighted and drew him, 2 other members, and a senior member off from the main town. They easily rode down the 10 or so orcs on a nearby hill. It was then they saw boulders raining down on the area of the town. They rode fast and hard, but by the time they got to the town half of it was flattened. Kain was 18 at the time
5-Kain is the son of Rydell and Anna,
6-Views on life- Life is precious, spend it well and do not waste it, any life is worth protecting. Hard work, will, and dedication can overcome anything. Glory is for fools, the only true glorious death is a death in which you defend something you love. If something is a threat to his loved ones/friends he won’t hesitate to kill them, if he is labeled bloodthirsty for protecting those he loves he will happily accept their scorn over mourning their death.
7- He doesn’t give himself the title of hero, no matter what he does, he merely would respond with “just doing what I can”
8- Holds an underlying hate for giants, he rarely loses his temper, but when he does it is usually around giants as it brings up painful memories of his home town.
9- Kain is 6’2”, 225lbs, Black hair, Green eyes, with handsome features. He usually keeps a rough 8 O’clock shadow, his hair is long.
10- He has recently taken to working as a mercenary, be it a caravan guard, solider for hire, or even a bounty hunter. He has heard of dire straits in Trunau and comes to offer his services.
11- Knows when to keep his mouth shut, disciplined from training.
12- While he may not be open about it, he forms bonds of friendship quickly with those he deems worthy and just, and would sacrifice himself for those friends, even if he never says so openly.
13- Kain had a brother and a sister, their bodies were never found at the site of the town’s destruction he keeps eyes and ears out for rumors for them, but holds little hope knowing they were most likely taken captive.
Step 2- Goals
2- Seeks only to make a living protecting people he deems worth of protecting.
4- He wants to find the creature that lead the assault on his town, and slay him once and for all.
5- Rekindle The Dragoons, so that something of his past may survive into the future.
Step 3- Secrets
- Kain’s sister, Amelia Brandt, was 10 when the giants leveled the entire community she would be 13 now if she is still alive. She had always been helpless, unable to do anything for herself. Perhaps that changed now, perhaps not. It doesn’t matter, Kain would still do everything for her.
-A hobgolin boss that lost most of his mercenary unit to a counter-assault by the few remaining dragoons. The hobgoblin rode a warg and faced off against Kain, Neither landed a lethal blow, but Kain managed to come out ahead, knocking the hobgoblin off his steed and down the side of a steep hill. The hobgonlin leader, having been humiliated, and losing his warg and his band has sense sought revenge on the mounted warrior.
- The Ranger in the wilds, it was at a time when Kain was overcome with anger, hate and grief, when he was found by the ranger. It was this encounter that kept Kain from a path of self-destruction and attempted revenge.
Cedric - One of the other surviving members of the Dragoons, a sort of rival to Kain during their test to join, he saw Kain as having been raised with a "silver spoon" due to his families long ties and high status in the town/dragoons.
- Kain is often a quiet man, but when he speaks, he speaks with purpose and meaning. He often prefers to speak with his action, rather than his words and often judges’ man based on their actions alone. For good or ill.
- I remember my family, in the summer when the sun warmed the valley and the mountain I and my brother and sister would often enjoy the day in the fields, after I was old enough to ride a horse I would often take them horseback riding, letting them experience what I loved so much. How I wish for those days back…
-I remember the pride I felt at finally being accepted into the dragoons, I remember the pride of my family, and my brother when I came home, wielding the spear of the dragoons. A spear I still wield to this day, both in honor, and for its remarkable make.
-Kain has developed a habit of speaking to his horse, whether or not the horse understands, or even listens no one, not even Kain knows. But he enjoys it, and enjoys the humorous discussions he has with the longtime friend and companion who he has named Valere, (valor).
- Bit of story from the day everything he knew fell to ruin.
Small spiel from Kain in 1st person-
Kain speaks in a rather deep voice, with a slight hint of gravel to it.
Hmph, fine. If you so wish to know my story, I will tell you. He pauses a moment to glance out the tavern window at the amethyst clouds of the sunset. He starts speaking again while still staring out the window.
I remember back when I first got accepted into the dragoons. The prestigious honor of what was our town's elite guard. The training had been hard, long hours with spear, mounted and unmounted. You had to learn to care for animals before you even got a saddle... Stories and legends of the dragoons of long past kept kids like me going, and I was told of even greater tales, of valiant hero's across the world. Those stories, likely more embellishment than fact, were stories we all hoped to carve for ourselves. Whether it was routing an orc raiding party single-handedly, or driving back a charging giant with a single charge. We wanted it, even it the act would come at the cost of our life. What a naive fool I was... we, were. He pauses a moment to take a long drink from his flagon before looking down at the table and continuing, Glory, legends, I wanted it all back then... life was cheap to me then. I had craved for orc raids to come, I had dared the universe to send troll or dragon at our town, for in my hubris I had thought of those as chances at a story of my own, of potential glory... Well, not long after I was accepted, the universe answered my challenge, And reality, if often disappointing. He slams the rest of his drank down his throat before placing the flagon back onto the table and finally staring at you, almost through you.
About a little under two years after I was accepted I got my wish. More than I wanted.... An extremely organized attack against my town demolished it down to the last pebble. Buildings, walls, everything was crushed under a rain of boulders, The only reason I am here now is because I had been given my first command on a patrol, my first task as an officer... Perks of having your father be one of the top 3 members of the guard... He pauses again, sighing before continuing. I saw a small band of orcs.. I should have noticed, I should have known a scouting party when I saw it. I had been taught to know them, taught that, should I notice them, to return to the city and warn of potential battle... Yet, when I looked and saw them along the hilltop near us, I saw nothing but glory, and charged forward with the unit, hunting what I should have known from the start was a scouting party of orcs. We ran them down like dogs after a chase, I had never been part of real combat until then, it was exhilarating... In my mind, we were supposed to return triumphant, I would brag of my first real combat... yet.. When we got back, it was all but over. I sat on a hill and watched as a rain of death leveled my entire life. Blood ran through the streets of the town like a river. I watched the remaining garrison of Dragoons tried to ride out of the gate, normally, most would already be outside if a scouting party had been seen. Usually, that alone would have been enough to ward off most attacks. But that day, no warning had come, and it was my fault... I watched as they were almost entirely crushed under a rain of boulders thrown by giants as they tried to leave the gates. Those that weren't, killed, were left scared, confused, and disoriented... they were drowned in a tide of orcs. Rage overtook me, fueled by grief, I ushered our group back to the town.. it was still several hours ride away. When we finally arrived back at town, there was only a small band of orcs left looting, most of the rest had moved on. A lot happened then, we managed to kill some of the orcs, but the pain was still their, no matter how many I killed, the hallow, empty pain just kept burning ever brighter... I hunted them for nigh on two days after having parted ways with the others until I eventually exhausted myself, nearly killing my dear horse in the process as well. I awoke several days later in the care of a ranger. He, he helped me, made sure I didn't do anything stupid. He even managed to heal Valere after I had nearly driven the best to exhaustion and death. Something I still remind myself of today... Anyway, I become a wanderer, a mercenary in a way. I have helped a town more often than once with problems of beast, by blade, or by merely ousting a false rumor. But the lessons I learned, won't be forgotten. The pain still comes every so often.
Thorn: A long, silver steel spear that Kain received from his father the day he was accepted into the dragoons. The spear had been in their family for generations, and had gold inlay running down the length of the light, metal shaft in intricate patterns.
Crunch for Arden Kain Brandt:
Classes: Cavalier 4
Order: order of the sword
Alternate racial traits:
Traits:Seeker, Tough Minded
Str: 18 [+1 at 4]
Cold-Iron Lance As above
Longsword: +4 [+3]
Cold-Iron Morning Star: +4 [+3]
Teamwork Feats: Escape Route
Arms, Armor and Ammo:
Magic Items: +1 Lance(thorn, Kain's father's spear), +1 cloak of res,
Gold: 27g, 6s
Skills: 4+int/level (6 SPs)
At 3rd level, a precocious companion gains twice as many bonus tricks as normal for an animal companion. A hunter’s animal companion can’t use the additional bonus tricks to learn hunter’s tricks. At 15th level, the DC of the Handle Animal check to push a precocious companion to perform an unlearned trick is only 15, instead of 25.
This replaces evasion and improved evasion.
At 4th or 7th level, whenever the precocious companion would normally gain the choice of a listed score advancement or a +2 bonus to Dexterity and Constitution, it instead gains a +2 bonus to its Intelligence score and a +4 bonus to +4 its Wisdom and Charisma scores.
This replaces the 4th- or 7th-level ability score advancement.
Silverwing, Griffon mount:
(N/A until level 7) Claws: +10
During his travels, Kain found a lost young Griffon being hunted by a pack of bugbears. Being the soft heart he is, he charged in to aid the creature, besides, he already had signed a contract to help clear out local hobgoblin and bugbear groups. After a rather rough fight, he found the baby griffon was wounded, and decided to keep it to try and nurse it back to health. Over the next few months, he cared for the creature, and a bond grew. During the time, he decided to name the young griffon Silverwing, in regards to the almost silvery sheen and appearance of the griffons claws and fur/feathers. (Hey, Kain never claimed to be creative.) After it was healed, Kain would attempt to let it leave, however, it proved rather stubborn in its decision to stay with him. Admittedly, Kain was not keen to argue either, and over the next several years the two formed a bond strong as Adamantine. Taming a Griffon is an impressive feat, forming a bond of friendship with one, even more so.