Aurelian is just over medium height, lean and muscular in build. He has dark brown hair, just a touch of greying on the sideburns if you look closely enough. His eyes are also deep brown. Due to the fact that homesteading is labor intensive work, he tends to wear plain, durable clothing.
Traits & Characteristics
Sober minded, firm (+)
Devoted to his family (+)
Driven to succeed, stubborn in his ways (+/-)
Brave, when young to the point of being almost foolhardy (+/-)
Upright, no tolerance for outlaws, troublemakers (+/-)
Aurelian, at a first meeting, seems a very even tempered, mild mannered, solemn sort. He speaks calmly in a matter of fact tone of voice. His smile, when he chooses to use it, is genuine. One can tell he is educated given his vocabulary and knowledge of a wide variety of subjects.
However if he does become angry and or gets into a fight, the look on his face changes. He has a tightly controlled anger that is dangerous for those he might unleash it upon. Violence is not his first choice but make no mistake about, he is perfectly capable of using it including killing. His military experience included more than enough killing.
Around his children, he is patient but expects obedience and proper behavior. Anyone who watches the three of them interact would soon realize they are a close knit loving family.
Kalispell, Montana Territory
Ex-soldier in the cavalry. Knows weapons, horses, learned farming from his uncle prior to the war.
He can shoot, he owns two rifles and two pistols as his personal arsenal.
While he has been in his share of fisticuffs and brawls, mostly in his wilder young days, he would prefer not to engage in such things anymore. If involved though, he could at least acquit himself reasonably well.
Hobbies & Interests
Too busy for such foolishness as hobbies. His interests are making his homestead a success and seeing to it his children have a decent life.
Aliases / Nicknames
2 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana Territory
Kith & Kin
| FAMILY |
Spouse / Partner
Kathleen Redmond (deceased 1874)
Clara - First born, age 15.
Wyatt - Age 11.
Catherine (deceased, 1874, a. 3 months)
Julius Redmond (They are no longer in touch by mutual consent) Mother
Susan Redmond (They are no longer in touch by mutual consent) Sister(s)
Juliana Redmond (Younger sister, no longer in touch) Other Family
Uncle Ramsey (Took in Aurelian when he was in his late teens until the war, taught him farming) Deceased.
| NON-FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS |
TBD in game play
TBD in game play
| 1836 |
Born in Scranton, Pennsylvania to Julius and Susan Redmond. It was a difficult birth, perhaps foretelling the often contentious relationship between parents and son. Aurelian was named after a famous Roman emperor, even as his father had been named after an illustrious historical Roman too. Julius was a successful businessman in town and always planned his son would follow him to take over the business someday. Once old enough to be aware of such things, young Aurelian had other ideas. There were probably many causes and blame to go around, but Aury was quite - first a scamp and then later a rebel. Julius was stern even severe and did not hesitate to use a riding crop on his defiant son. It didn't work.
| 1851 |
Aurelian had a serious run-in with the law, it seemed he was charged with stealing a horse which he adamantly denied to little avail. Even his father did nothing to help him as their relationship was already poisonous enough. Fortunately being 15 years of age probably saved him a harsh fate but he ended up serving three months in jail and owing the horse's original owner for the cost of the animal as it had been injured during the so-called theft and was put down. His father would not give him a penny. That's when his Uncle Ramsey stepped into the picture. He took in the lad and put him to work on his farm. Uncle Ramsey could be firm in his expectations too, but he also was much kinder in his outlook on bringing up a boy. Aurelian got along so much better with Ramsey, and his behavior settled down.
| 1859 |
Aurelian was working in a local racing stable in the horse barn when he met Kathleen Bevins at an event at the local race track. They danced into the night and hit it off splendidly. After a short courtship, they were married later in the year, Aurelian's parents were not even invited and probably wouldn't have come anyhow.
| 1860 |
Late that year the couple welcomed into the world their first child, a baby girl who they named Clara.
| 1861 |
The Civil War began and in a burst of patriotic enthusiasm a rash Aurelian volunteered for the service. He enlisted in a cavalry unit due to his experience with horses. He found himself a trooper in the 6th Volunteers Regiment or Rush's Lancers, the only unit in the war to carry lances. Later in the war, they were issued Sharp's carbines, much more practical.
Aurelian participated in several skirmishes, his own opinion was the lance was useless but orders were orders. He was promoted to corporal in 1862 then to sergeant in 1863.
| 1863 |
A most memorable year for the young soldier and family man, during the Gettysburg campaign he was fortunate enough to be rewarded for his good service by a quick leave to visit his wife and little girl. It was but a single day (and night) before he had to head back to his unit, but nine months later Kathleen gave birth to a baby boy, Wyatt. Then soon after at the Battle of Brandy Station, Aurelian took part in what even many Confederate foes claimed was 'the most brilliant and glorious charge of the whole war,' his 6th Regiment suffering the single heaviest losses amongst cavalry in any single engagement of the war. Aurelian was both brave and lucky. He was nominated by his company commander for the Congressional Medal of Honor and survived two light wounds.
| 1865 |
By the time the war was over the 6th had been amalgamated with other units into the 2nd Provisional Regiment and was then mustered out late that year in Kentucky. His war was over, and he was heartily sick of it too.
| 1867 |
A rather subdued Aurelian now settled down to make a livelihood for his family of four. Uncle Ramsey passed away, just dropped dead out in his fields one hot summer day. He left the place to Aurelian, so the family moved in.
| 1870 |
Scranton had changed rapidly after the Civil War, growing into a full-size city and gobbling up the former farms on the outskirts. Aurelian was convinced to sell even Kathleen approved, they had been scraping by, but it had not been prosperous for the work put into it.
| 1871 |
For a time they lived with Kathleen's ailing mother as she could no longer manage alone. Aurelian had difficulty finding any decent work, it wasn't easy for the family, and it galled him fiercely. To top it off Kathleen gave birth to their third child, another girl named Catherine. Another mouth to feed however dearly loved. Sadly though the baby was never really healthy like their first two offspring and the poor little girl died a few months later. Kathleen especially was distraught.
| 1872 |
Late in the summer, Kathleen's mother passed on, and since the property was next to worthless with a small rundown house, they hung around long enough to sell it for what they could get then made the momentous decision to go out to the western frontier. The land was available out there, an ambitious man could take advantage of the Homestead Act and carve himself out a decent sized plot of land.
| 1873 |
The family utilized the railroads to take them west to Chicago then up into Minnesota where they stayed for a short time, but Aurelian had heard good things about Montana. It was a beautiful country there and more choice land available there than even Minnesota. So on they went further west. Seems no one told them about Indian trouble though. Not quite true, Clara, voracious reader that she was, had read of it in the papers when she could get a hold of one. Supposedly though there was a gold rush going on too and most were certain the government would have to protect the flood of prospectors swarming there.
| 1874 |
Montana was truly as scenic as they had been told. Clara sourly pointed out the winters would be hard, but Aurelian liked what he saw. Less civilization to him meant more freedom. Sure enough, they found a section of land they believed would be perfect, close to water, soil seemed rich and fertile. Aurelian put in a claim, paid his $18, and commenced to work on a place to live. That's when disaster struck. One early afternoon, they were hit by Indians. Later some told Aurelian they had been lucky it wasn't even a full war party but just a few young bucks looking for trouble and an easy target. Aurelian did not agree. It was all over in minutes really. Kathleen was washing some clothing at the nearby creek along with Clara. Wyatt was helping Aurelian with the roof. The Indians came at them from more than direction, and Aurelian no sooner spotted three braves coming at the unfinished cabin but heard screams from the creek. He and Wyatt scrambled down, a few shots missing them both until he reached for his rifle. He dropped one Indian, and the other two retreated. Then he raced for the creek, Wyatt in his wake trying to keep up. He found Kathleen first. She was dead, an arrow deeply embedded in her back. She was lying upon Clara who was moaning and also wounded. Another arrow had impacted just below her right collarbone, also a deep wound but not a fatal one. So far. Aurelian had no choice, he had to get help for his daughter, so he loaded up the wagon with her and his wife's body, hitched the team and headed for the nearby community. There was a doctor there and fortunately a good one. Clara lived. Once she could, Clara told of how her mother had shielded her with her own body after she had been hit by the first arrow. Aurelian knew that was his Kathleen alright. To add to his grief, later when he returned to his homestead, everything was either burnt to ashes or stolen, the Indians must have come back. Clara took a month to heal, battling an infection but stubbornly (for that was Clara) pulling thru. They left for someplace else in Montana then.
| 1875 |
Kalispell wasn't big, but it seemed nice enough. Plus Aurelian was a desperate man now, without his wife but with two children who depended on him, he had to find them a place to live. That is when he met Lloyd Sidwell and his wife. Sidwell was another homesteader, but he was in the act of leaving his place. He said his wife wanted to go back East but pointed out they already had a cabin constructed on their land. Aurelian paid him virtually the last of his money for that land. The man took him out there and indeed he had been telling the truth. It was actually a fine construction job too, better than he could have done, Aurelian grudgingly had to admit.
He now had a roof over the heads of his family. It was enough for the time being. They couldn't give up, Kathleen wouldn't want that. It was time to make this place their home, no more moving. Come hell or high water, they were staying.
Fortunately rather than being insulted the woman saw the humor in the boy's innocent offer, Aurelian was relieved to see.
"It's quite all right. He's not the only one. I will admit to having snuck out onto the roof of my boarding school one night, intending to sleep under the stars. But the shingles were too hard, and I was worried I might fall off in my sleep!"
"They got boarding schools too?" Wyatt only knew about boarding houses like the one run by old lady Wigfall. It sounded horrifying to him that kids not only had to attend school but apparently live and sleep in the place too? He was happy - maybe for the first time - he only went to the local one room school.
"Mostly in the big cities and back East, yes," Aurelian explained. The lady had said she was going back east so made sense she might have attended one of those places.
"I suppose if you slept on the ground you wouldn't have to worry about that. Or even in a barn. And in a barn, there would be haystacks," the woman pointed out cheerfully.
"Barns are fun, yeah," Wyatt certainly agreed, Aurelian just smiled.
"Well I suppose we should let you go then. Best of luck to you. I hope it all works out for you for the best. But then we'll probably run into each other somewhere in town if you are staying. It was a pleasure to meet you," he gave just a slight bow of his head.
"Good day, Miss Clara. I was hoping your Pa might be around but you might be able to help instead."
"Oh, he is here, in the barn," Clara pointed.
Just as she did, the barn door opened and Aurelian came out, heading straight for the front of the farmhouse and giving a quick wave of greeting to the rider who was even now dismounting. He immediately recognized the fellow as one of the Lost Lake hands.
"Sorry, I was sawing some wood," he excused himself, then joined Clara in hearing the man out, he was obviously a man in a hurry to explain something.
"Could we borrow a wagon or a buckboard and a couple of horses? Mike and I found an injured woman in the mountains and we need to get her to town. Your place is closer than the Lost Lake house, so we we're hoping that you could help out."
"Oh....why ...sure," Aurelian nodded.
"I'm sorry if this sounds all a bit confusing. We've been transporting the woman...Ruth here on a travois but it's not ideal considering her injuries. A wagon or buckboard will help us get her to town quickly and more comfortably."
"Oh my gosh!" Clara exclaimed.
"That makes sense, yeah. Of course you can! Lemme get the team hitched, it won't take me long," Aurelian nodded and start heading back toward the corral.
"Clara, help me will you please," he asked and the two of them hurried to get the buckboard prepared.
"No, Wyatt, your father's right. It's just a joke. Our cook used to say that her food tasted so good because she made it with love, but I think she was just a very good cook." She bent down slightly and winked at the young boy.
"Oh, got it. I kinda figured so," Wyatt smiled back, he was - despite her first impression - a very friendly boy.
The woman took a side step but Aurelian was in no hurry to move. It was a Sunday, a day of rest, though of course the farm animals always needing caring for every day of the week.
"Isn't there anyone nearby you could get to help you? Neighboring farms who might have a few extra hands?"
"Oh probably there is, if I looked around for somebody. But the rub there is that costs money to pay them, money I can ill afford. No, Wyatt and I will manage. It's not like I can't cook after all," Aurelian declared.
"No offense, Pa, but you CAN'T cook," leave it to a boy to be blunt.
"You going to do it then, son?" Aurelian glanced down.
"No, I ain't old enough," Wyatt didn't sound enthusiastic to try either.
"Anyhow I'm not looking for pity, Mrs. Dietrich. We'll make the adjustments and be fine. So changing the subject then, you've decided to stay in Kalispell then? It's a good town, plenty of nice folks. Where are you planning on staying? If I might be so bold to ask?" Aurelian ventured.
"Yes indeed, that is my daughter. So you've met her? And thank you but I'm already missing her not being around," he had to admit.
"Mrs. Pike told me about her and I joked that she must put something in the food at the diner for both her and her waitress to get married."
Aurelian smiled, "Who, my daughter? She is quite the baker, she won a blue ribbon a couple years ago at the summer festival."
"That can't happen though, Pa? Something in the food to marry folks?" Wyatt took her a bit literally though as was his wont on occasion.
"No, son. It cannot," Aurelian glanced down and shook his head.
The woman then found out he was a farmer, turned out her husband wanted to do the same thing. Though she did not go into detail something went wrong. More likely, it was his death? But he was not one to pry especially since the lady must be a rather recent widow.
"Sorry it did not work out for you and Francis. As for us, we're hanging in there although it isn't gonna get any easier as I'm now out a reliable and hard worker in Clara. But the girl's first duty now is to her husband," he admitted ruefully.
Everyone had been gathered so that they had a view of the nice cake Emeline had done such a superb job on and on very short notice too. Now it was time to cut into it, Clara thought it so exquisite she almost felt badly about having to destroy. Her brother on the other hand was just plain hungry and sighed at the announcement.
"Alright everybody, before we all have a piece of this here fine cake, thank you again Mrs. Pike, we need to have a couple speeches. I don't know about Jacob, but I'm gonna make mine a short one so here goes..." Aurelian announced.
"I have been blessed with the most wonderful daughter anyone can imagine in Clara. I hate to give her up. She will always be my little girl to me. That said no one was a better help here on our family farm, Wyatt and I literally depended on her for so much and no one was more diligent than Clara. I hope Jacob realizes - and I think he does - what an excellent asset to the marriage he is getting."
"So let me close then - I told you it would be short," he smiled then continued, "by wishing these two young people a long and happy marriage. I told them they can count on me for whatever assistance I can give them. But in the end, it's up to them, it's their lives now. I'm confident they are up to the task. Good luck, Clara and Jacob."
Clara now clapped with an actual big grin on her face, Wyatt joining her.
She corrected him then, she was Mrs. Dietrich. But then she immediately muddied the waters by saying he could call her 'miss'. He did not get it so he settled for nodding.
"Ah, sorry," he left it at that then.
Wyatt heard his name mentioned and looked away from the Arabella entertainment, suddenly realizing his Pa must have introduced him? He quickly flashed a smile.
"Hello...umm, nice meeting you too," he threw in cuz that's what adults said a lot.
As to Aury's two questions she answered.
"Both." But then further explained.
"I had planned for this just to be a stopping point on my way back east. But money is tight and then I met Emeline...just yesterday, fact, when I came in on the stage. I've decided to stay here, at least until I can get a little money saved up."
"Ah, yes, Mrs. Pike, a wonderful person that woman. My daughter, Clara, works for her at the Lick Skillet. She can't stop talking about her. But yes, I know what you mean about money being tight. As a small farmer, it is always a challenge."
Wyatt gave up on Arabella now and moved to stand next to his father. He might as well listen in on this conversation, nothing else to do. He couldn't wait to get out of these going to church shoes.
Young Jacob assured Aurelian he was indeed gaining himself a farm come his birthday which was not that far away. Funny, Aurelian thought Clara was slightly older than this lad but nope, didn't really matter either way though. He was full of plans yet again, keeping the farm besides the White Rose possibility and a cannery now too? Too much ambition, not enough experience and reality. However he had to hope Clara, normally so sensible (this recent event showing she was not ALWAYS sensible) would keep him grounded.
"Son, they will always need farmers, people like to eat," he had to point out to one of the young man's declarations. Here he had thought the boy lived and breathed farming, it did not appear to be the case. That was worrisome.
“Oh, and about Lee, er, Leonora. Well, Sir, you know she’s awful busted up over all of this. I think she feels even worse than Clara and me about, well, you know.” He shrugged a little.
"Well, it certainly is not her fault, we both know whose fault it was don't we?" Aurelian was blunt on that assessment and he wasn't just blaming Jacob, Clara was also at fault.
“It’d mean the world to me if, well, if you could speak to her, sorta put her mind at ease that you don’t blame her for everything. I know her way of thinking isn’t…, well, she’s a woman and she doesn’t always employ logic the way we men do.” he reasoned, “Your opinion of her seems to mean a lot to Lee, Mr. Redmond.”
"Oh, certainly, I can do that," Aurelian nodded immediately. To her credit even Lenora had suspected far more than he had and tried to head it off while he had been oblivious, counting on his perfect daughter. And it turned out she wasn't. She was a human being. And he loved her dearly regardless.
Granny Miggins then trundled up in a foul mood (when wasn't she), telling them it was time to cut the cake. And also reminding them to compliment the bridesmaids. Whatever, Aurelian just agreed, "Fine, be right there."
Poor Clara, she and the old woman were NOT going to get along.
"Oh, thank you," the woman took his outstretched hand and pulled herself up.
"My pleasure, ma'am," Aurelian nodded, he would have removed his hat but it wasn't on as they were still in church.
Wyatt hung back, more amused at Arabella's grumping while she picked up the books than interested in his father and some stranger. In his opinion, women were pretty boring creatures with little to no appreciation of what was fun. At least Arabella was funny.
"I believe I'm all right." She swatted her skirts with her free hand and then realized that she was still holding his hand. What a perfect time to introduce herself. "I'm sorry for staring. You look like...someone I used to know. My name is Lucinda Dietrich."
Though he did not expect it, he certainly responded to her handshake as one was supposed and there was a quick and vigorous pumps of the hand before separating.
"I did not even notice you were staring, to be honest, Miss Dietrich (after all she had not put a Mrs. in front of it)," he smiled, Clara always told him he had a charming smile though that could be just a daughter talking and subject to some bias.
"It is nice to meet you. I am Aurelian Redmond and that lad behind me is my son, Wyatt."
Normally he would have started with Clara then Wyatt but she was no longer at his side now in services. It would take some getting used to. As for Arabella, he completely ignored her, he firmly believed the girl was a bit tetched in the head most likely from her ordeal that winter in Whitefish.
"You're new here, just visiting our town, or new arrival to stay?" he added as much to make conversation as anything.
“That’s now. What about a year’s time? A year of taking orders from afar. A year of seeing someone only when they ride into town to pick up all the money you’ve made for them? See, Mr Redmond, I try not to just think about what’s happening now. Now’s where I start, but I try and think about the future. In a year’s time… why, come September I’ll own the farm, ‘Granny’s Farm’. We could just run that but…” he shook his head “… that’d just be standing still. The town’s moving, I want to move with it.”
"You are getting the farm? You sure of it? Well then, why not be a farmer. It's what you know, how you've been brought up. Clara knows a lot about farm life too," to Aurelian that was a bit of good news even if the boy didn't seem to think so.
“It’s not all fully formed as a plan, Sir, I’m still looking, and listening: it would mean a lot if I could get your advice in future: as I feel my way forward.” Jacob frowned.
"I'm on your side, Jacob, I really am. You can always come to me," Aurelian assured him.
“My Pa used to give me advice, and I didn’t like a lot of it. He used to say: das ist immer der beste Rat ... that’s‚ that’s the useful kind“.
Aurelian nodded, "Well, one thing that I won't be doing, I won't be advising you in German. I don't know the language."
"Look I'm glad we talked, I think we set a foundation for doing this on a regular basis and that's a good thing. But discuss all this with Clara now. Try and come to decisions such as these as a partnership. In the long run, you won't regret it," he patted the boy on the back.
Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.
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