 About Jakthion TauranorThe man walking towards you may be of only average height and build, his clothing plain and threadbare but, his bearing and carriage betray his breeding and upbringing. The floppy hat covers most of his face and the black tabard hanging off his shoulders marks him as one of the Sable Company. The marine wears a long blade on his hip, a dagger nearly concealed at his back. In his hands rests a formidable crossbow. As he nears, you finally catch a glimpse under the hat and what you see causes you to hesitate. The hollowed eyes look haunted, despair plainly writ across the planes of his face. If the eyes are the windows to a soul, this one lies broken and shattered. Upon noticing the look on your face, he smiles a death head's grin. "Gaedren Lamm, I presume?" Backstory:
Jakthion Tauranor is a native son of Korvosa and aspiring Sable Company marine. His father, Marcellano Tauranor rose to the rank of colonel in the Sable Company; a feat made possible due to his fortuitous marriage to Jakthion's mother, Valeria Korvosa, herself a direct descendent of Field Marshal Jakthion Korvosa. He can trace his lineage through his mother's line all the way back beyond the city's founding and counts no less than two commandants of the Sable Company as his ancestors. Jakthion was raised in the Sable Company to become one of the Sable Company. He never faltered on the path of his carefully planned destiny. Jakthion grew up among the families of the company's officers. From his earliest memories, Aula was at his side. She was the granddaughter of Rendil Autrish, sergeant major and personal adjunct, to Colonel Tauranor. The pair were of an age and inseparable. Where Jakthion led, Aula followed, always with a smile on her face and a knowing twinkle in her eye. It came as no surprise to any that when the two became teenagers they began a love interest. Despite the obvious, Valeria Tauranor attempted to manipulate her son by presenting him to Korvosan society and constantly dragging him to parties in hopes of marrying him off to a gentleman's daughter. Jakthion persevered and upon completing his basic training, he asked Aula for her hand in marriage. They were married after a two year engagement -- Valeria was very stubborn in her opinion -- and set up house in the Midlands, in a small apartment over the shop of Aula's grandfather, Rendil, who had retired after the death of Jakthion's father in an action against the Shoanti some years earlier. For them life was still a grand adventure. He received his first posting with the Company and she assisted her grandfather in his pawn shop. The adventure abruptly ended late one night last autumn. Jakthion was on duty when his watch commander approached with another marine. Something had happened at home and he was being relieved so as he could attend to the matter. Jak thanked his commander and hurried home. There he found several of the Korvosan Guard standing about speaking to his neighbors while something he had never conceived was occurring; Sergeant Major Rendil was sitting on the front steps with his head in his hands, crying. The old man was the toughest marine Jakthion had ever even heard of in stories, let alone met. "Where's Aula?" he asked, fear evident by the quaver in his voice. "Are you, Jakthion Tauranor?" asked one of the guardsmen. "I am, where is my wife?" he replied. "This way." the guardsmen motioned Jak follow him to the adjoining alley. There under a cloak lay his wife. She lay there limbs akimbo, her skirts up over her thighs. There was a deep crimson gash across her throat and she lay in a pool of her own blood. Jak fell to his knees. No, no, no, no! he thought to himself. "Who did this?" he growled out from between clenched teeth. "There were no witnesses. We will search for the person who did this." was the guard's response. "Find him before I do." "Private Tauranor, you are right to be angry but, we will conduct the investigation and those responsible will answer to the law." "Hnh" was Jak's only reply. Several weeks later and no progress was made on the case. Jak had had no success either. He had finally been forced to return to the Sable Company when they threatened him with the brig for dereliction of duty. He was barely hanging in with the Company. He had run up debts paying contacts for information and was missing pay from his numerous missed shifts. Rendil was a wreck. The life had gone out of him. The shop only kept running because of it's popularity with all of the city's defenders. The Sable Company had started as customers out of loyalty to their sergeant major. At his reasonable rates and his allowing marines to "rent" back their uniforms and even parade armour by the day, he ensured that the Korvosan Guard would patronize him as well. Even the Hellknights found his adherence to the law through rentals acceptable. He was the major pawnbroker in the Midlands and on good terms with pawnbrokers throughout the city. Many times he had hosted his competitors at his home and Aula had played hostess. Thus it was that one of the pawnbrokers from another district recognized a ring that one of his journeymen purchased. Rendil was waiting at the small kitchen table when Jakthion returned home from his shift. The old man looked up, his eyes red rimmed. Gesturing to the other chair, he said, "Lad, we need to talk." Out of respect for his wife's grandfather, he pulled out the chair and sat down. "Rendil, you look like crap." "You look good, too." The old sergeant major responded. Running a hand over his face, the marine looked at his elder. "What do you need?" Rendil stared back at his grandson-in-law for a long moment before he replied, "I had a visitor at the shop today. An old friend with a pawn shop of his own down on the lower south side. Seems that one of his journeymen made a purchase. He wasn't there at the time and it was a couple of days before he saw it. It was a ring." Wringing his hands together, the tough as nails old man's voice broke as he said, "It was her ring." Gripping the edge of the table so hard the wood creaked, Jakthion asked in little more than a whisper, "Who?" Rendil answered, "My friend wasn't there..." His fists crashing down on the table hard enough to make it jump half a foot into the air, he roared, "WHO?!" Startled by his rage, the old pawnbroker shrank into his chair. "He got a name, Jak. That's all. He don't know'im personally. The man's name is Gaedren Lamm." Trembling in his anger, Tauranor stared at the planks of the table before him for several minutes before he could speak. "This stays between you and me, Sarge." Looking up to meet his grandfather-in-law's eyes, he reiterated, "Don't you tell a soul, Rendil." "You just make sure he suffers as he made Aula suffer, Jak." Rising to leave, Rendil paused, "It was Forstel's man bought the ring. Ol' Forstel took it out of the case. Says he'll hold it until you can pay for it." Ignore:
Jakthion Tauranor CR 1/2 Male Human Ranger 1 LG Medium Humanoid Human (Chelish) Init +3; Senses Perception +6 -------------------- DEFENSE -------------------- AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 14 (+3 Dex, +4 armour) hp 14 (CON) Fort +4, Ref +5, Will +2 -------------------- OFFENSE -------------------- Spd 30 ft. Melee Longsword +3 (1d8+2/19-20/x2) Dagger +3 (1d4+2/19-20/x2) Ranged Light Crossbow +4 (1d8/19-20/x2) Dagger +4 (1d4+2/19-20/x2) -------------------- STATISTICS -------------------- Str 14, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 14 BAB +1, CMB +3, CMD +15 Feats Ranger Armour Proficiencies, Ranger Weapon Proficiencies, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot Traits Local Know-it-all, Love Lost (widowed) Skills Acrobatics +1, Climb +0, Diplomacy +2, Handle Animal +6 Heal +2, Intimidate +8, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +4, Knowledge (geography) NA, Knowledge [local(Korvosa)] +5, Knowledge (nature) NA, Perception +6, Profession (Sable Company Marine) +6, Ride +7, Sense Motive +2, Survival +2, Swim +6 Languages Common SQ Favored Enemy (Human), Track, Wild Empathy (+3) Combat Gear Bolts (20) 2gp 2lbs, Chain Shirt 100 gp 25lbs, Crossbow, Light 35gp 4lbs, Dagger 2gp 1lb, Rapier 20 gp 2lbs; Other Gear Belt Pouch 1gp 0.5lb, Explorer's Outfit 0gp 8lbs, Flint and Steel 1gp, Signal Whistle 0.8gp, Signet Ring 5gp, Tabard 5gp 1lb, Whetstone 0.01gp 1lb; [(items in hawk w/pawnbroker) Armoured Kilt 20gp 10lbs, Courtier's Outfit 30gp 6lbs, Holy Symbol, Silver (Erastil) 25gp 1lb, 20 gp in jewelry, Parade Armour 25gp 20lbs]; Coin on hand 0 gp, 1 sp, 6 cp Traits:
Love Lost (widowed) (Campaign) - The murder victim was a lover. With your lover’s death, a part of you died as well, leaving you haunted, grim, and prone to dark musings. You gain a +2 bonus on Intimidate checks.
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Jakthion Tauranor Race: Human Homeland: Korvosa, Varisia Culture: Civilized Profession: Mercenary Age: 20 Gender: Male Family: Father, Mother, Grandfather-in-law Characteristics
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Bandit's Cloak
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