About Darian Aulamaxa
Bardic Performance: 16/19
Spells: Arcane Bond 1/1
2,803 gp, 18 sp, 545 cp
Troupe Cost for Rations/Day: 11 gp, 5 sp (23 lbs each day)
Troupe Cost for Feed/Day: 4 sp (40 lbs each day)
Arrows x 304
scroll of protection from good,
+1 Composite Longbow (+2 Str)
Potion of cure moderate wounds x6
Wand of Purify Food and Drink
Potion of invisibility
Potion CLW x26
Potion of Undetectable Alignment x3
Potion of Protection from Chaos
Potion of Speak with Animals x2
Jar of Restorative Ointment
Vial of Antitoxin
Scrolls of levitate x2
Scroll of ray of exhaustion
Scroll of silent image
Scroll of summon nature’s ally II
Wand of cure light wounds (CL2 ,26 charges)
Total Building Profits: 0
Carpenter - 23.8 gp/week
Special Attacks:bardic performance 19 rounds/day (distraction, fascinate [DC 12], inspire courage +2, rallying cry, inspire competence +2, bladethirst)
Special Abilities: Loremaster 1/day, Arcane Bond
Bard (Arcane Duelist) Spells Known
Natural Born Leader: All cohorts, followers, or summoned creatures under your leadership gain a +1 morale bonus on Will saves to avoid mind-affecting effects. If you ever take the Leadership feat, you gain a +1 trait bonus to your Leadership score.
Skills (6 Ranks + 1 Int + 1 Human + 2 Background*= 10/level)
Languages Common (Taldane), Common (Chelaxian), Infernal
Weight Carried: 90 lbs.
Appearance: Reference Image
Darian maintains an aloof, carefree bearing, finding the life of social court stifling at times. He likes to let himself go a bit when he is not on duty or attending a social function amongst the upper ranks of the Kintargan...now Thunite elite. At those times, he enjoys sharing drinks and tales with others, caring little for his social standing in favor of having a good time, using his inborn magical talents to aid in the festivities.
He is generally well liked and well respected, and his ability to blend sword and magic in ways that improve not only his combat prowess, but others in his company as well has earned him that respect. He does his best to juggle his duties to his family while pursuing his own personal interests, which once consisted of shows at the Opera House and hunts with his family and the Delronge's.
[Fun-Loving] - Darian loves a good time, and when the situation presents itself he relishes in festivities and a good prank.
[Loyal] - Though many consider this a positive thing, for Darian, it more often than not leads to trouble, as he has put his family name and prestige in jeopardy on behalf of citizens of lower rank who has earned his respect.
Darian is the eldest son born to Archbaroness Eldonna Aulamaxa and Victor Aulamaxa, and has called their family estate in the Greens home for his entire life. His father insured that he received the finest training in the land in regards to both academics and swordplay, hiring a professional fencer to train his son in swordplay to protect himself. However, fate as it would seem, was not necessarily content with the current path Darian was treading. During one of his many sessions of training with his trainer, he manifested remarkable magic powers that was beyond either of their understandings, and which had never been exhibited in their family before. Upon receiving report of this, Victor was uncertain as to what to do with the young teen. He eventually decided that instead of hiding him away in fear that his magic may bring a bad name to the family, he decided to add to the young boys studies a master sorcerer from the Aulorian family to see that Darian mastered his inborn gifts.
After several years, Darian learned to manage the magic in the form of spells and auras that not only benefited him, but also aided those around him. As his mastery over magic improved, Darian began to blend his skill with it into other aspects of his life. His father first thought to prohibit it, but upon witnessing his son use his various talents during a social gathering at their manor to enthrall and entertain the many guests, he decided to allow his son to continue his practices. Particularly since Victor’s pranks were always good natured and had managed to lighten others' mood towards the family.
Later in life, Darian was out on what was supposed to be a simple hunting trip in the North Plains. During camp one night, while Darian was on watch, he noted a group of goblins attempting to kill their horses. Darian sounded the alarm, and a small battle ensued. While trying to flee back to the forest, one of the goblins covering their retreat shot an arrow that sliced the throat of Archbaroness Melodia Delronge's youngest son deeply. Certain the boy would die without his aid, Darian rushed to his side and used the magic at his disposal, managing to stop the bleeding to a point that it was now manageable with a bandage.
Upon his return to Kintargo, Melodia welcomed him back like a returning hero, including quite the night on the town at her expense. And then Barzillai Thrune arrived. The festivites were forced to end, and the revelers were all...encouraged...to return to their homes. As Darian tried to sleep, the sounds of panic crept through his bedroom window. He had a front row seat to the take over, it would seem, as he watched on as his neighbor's estate burned to the ground...
As Barzillai's takeover became more and more complete, Darian found himself identifying greatly with the new struggles the citizens of the city now faced. As it slowly worsened, he became entangled in the development of a small rebellion alongside several common folk, and even fell in love with one. Her name was Isabel Rhelian, and she had been his dance instructor in their younger years.
As their young love blossomed, the same couldn't be said for their rebellion, as things did not go well for the founding of their movement. Other more aggressive groups drew the ire of the Dottari, and kept the city on constant guard. Worse yet, members of their group kept disappearing without a trace. Fearful one of them may be next, Isabel convinced Darian to abandon the city and their lives to find a new life elsewhere. One where they didn't have to live with the threat of torture looming over their heads. So one day, they booked passage on a ship bound for the Inner Sea, and headed for Brevoy, where Isabel had promised she had some distant relatives who would take them in...
“Again! Keep your feet apart! Sword arm towards your opponent! Only move your shield arm over if you cannot parry a blow with your blade! How many times must we go through this Darian!?” Master Crucias was short tempered today. Not that today was any different than any other day, mind you. Crucias was always short tempered. Even when Darian performed a maneuver exactly as the old swordsman had described, there was always something wrong with it. Either his foot should have been further this way or his arm should have been higher. When those corrections were made, they would be too much in the man’s eyes.
That was the only reply that could be given that would not warrant a slap from the broadside of Crucias’ rapier. It was a phrase that Darian normally didn’t have issue with, but when it came to Crucias, it seemed to sting as it rolled off his tongue.
The room resounded with the echo of Crucias’ blade against Darian’s shoulder blade. “I said again!” Crucias took up his normal stance opposite the boy, prepared to find some other way to surely criticize his technique yet again. Darian did as he was told, taking up his own stance.
As the two men began their mock duel, Darian caught wind of something on the air he had failed to notice before today. He noted the scent of ale on the teacher’s breath. This man is teaching swordplay while he is drunk! That’s why he is being such an @#$ today! Darian refused to let his wandering thought distract him from the duel. He used this information to his advantage, and as Crucias parried aside his sword, Darian spun along with the blow and tripped up the man before his drunken senses could properly calculate the unexpected move. Crucias’ head snapped back onto the marble floor, and a new crack echoed through the hall.
Darian smiled as he looked over at his grimacing teacher, whose face was rapidly turning red from both the pain and the anger rising up in him. Darian didn’t care for the latter though, seeing the look on Crucias’ face as he was falling was worth it. However, the man had taught him a lot in regards to swordsmanship. As such, Darian didn’t let him languish on the floor for long, and moved over and offered the man his hand to help him up.
Crucias took the offering, and once he was to his feet, Darian said, “My apologies, sir, I did not mean t…”
Darian was interrupted by the backhand of his teacher. “Never lend aid to a fallen enemy! That’s a good way to end up with a dagger between your ribs!”
Another slap, this time on the opposite cheek. “And never, EVER, try to embarrass me again, do you understand boy?”
It was now Darian's turn to get angry. He could feel the hatred for this drunken fool rise to a point he had never felt towards another soul. His heart pounded like a race horse. Yet, all he muttered as he glared at the man was a simple, “Yes sir.”
“AGAIN!” his teacher demanded as he turned and stepped back to his position opposite the boy. The two men glared at each other, anger raging in both their eyes. However, this time, the teacher initiated the battle and lunged forward with a volley of blows Darian had not expected. This did not keep him from parrying them aside, however. The man’s obvious attempt to catch Darian off guard only angered him more.
Gradually, Darian managed to take the initiative away from Crucias, and began an offensive of his own. As Crucias began parrying away Darian’s blows, Darian noticed a look of astonishment on the man’s face. As Darian began delivering over handed blows one after another towards his teacher, he failed to notice that his sword’s blade had begun to glow.
With one final strike, Darian’s longsword cleaved through his teachers thinner blade, snapping it into two pieces and several smaller shards. The sound snapped Darian out of his rage, and as he surveyed the scene, he finally noticed his glowing blade and the destruction it had wrought. It was about this time that his father stormed into the training hall.
“What is going on in here Crucias?” Victor demanded as he marched in.
“Sir, your son just attacked me in a fit of murderous fury and attempted to kill me! I cannot stand for this!” Crucias’ lie was obvious to Victor. This foreigner would have to do better than that to fool someone who was lied to on a daily basis.
Victor eyed his sons glowing sword with a look of both fear and curiosity as Crucias continued to blather on about who would pay to have his sword repaired, claiming to be some sort of family treasure or some nonsense. Victor simply tossed the man the coin purse containing his pay for the day, and said without looking at the man, “Be gone, your lies and your breath sicken me. Go make arrangements for your sword at the tavern, I’m sure that’s what your more concerned with anyway.” As the man walked out, Victor called back to him without looking away from his son, “Your services are no longer required.”
Looking at his son who was shaking in fear of what was happening to him, Victor said, “Son, what is happening?”
Darian said nothing, but began to kneel down to pick up a shard of Crucias’ rapier from the floor. As he did so, the shard began levitating towards him seemingly on its own, eventually ending up in his hand. The two men looked from the shard, to each other, and back at the shard.
Darian awoke from his dream with a start. Looking about the room, he quickly readjusted to his actual surroundings. He looked over to the small nightstand containing some of his personal affects, and opened the drawer quietly. Reaching in, he found what he was looking for and laid back down. As the small metal shard floated above his eyes, he smiled as it glinted the reflected moonlight coming in through the window. He used his magic to return it to its place in the drawer, and then closed it with a smile.
Victor Aulamaxa - Father
Eldonna Aulamaxa - Mother
Maria Aulamaxa - Sister
Cristobal Aulamaxa - Brother
Walter - Butler
Crucias - Swordsmanship Tutor
8x Teams of Elite Guards (40 Men)
4x Teams of Elite Archers (20 Men)
3x Teams of Lackeys (1 valet, 2 ladies-in-waiting, 1 herald, 1 butler, 3 cooks, 4 footmen/maids and 3 gardeners)
Camping Crew/Supplies (800/2000 lbs):
5x Medium Tent (one for each Noble besides Darian and Isabel, and 1 for Drivers to share)
3x Large Tents (for teams listed later)
6x Cots (for each of us nobles)
17x Bedrolls (for the teams)
1x Cooking Kit
5x Hooded Lanterns
10x pints of oil
10x Folding Chair
2x Folding Table
2x Medium Wagons
2x Heavy Horses (to pull the wagons)
2x Drivers (to drive the wagons)
2x Teams of Elite Guards (10 men)
1x Team of Lackeys (5 men)