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.
The woman had the same thoughts but she went for the horses, which made sense so they didn't lose them due to panic. It was a long enough ride to get this far let alone get stuck walking. Besides, they may well have a wounded one in their party...........or worse. He hoped not as he rushed toward where Quentin was also heading.
Reaching Shade, it only took one quick look to see the bear had gotten him but he was still conscious and seemed to have all his limbs so that was a good thing. There was blood alright but he hadn't been ripped wide open.
"Take it easy...let us check you over," he advised but was going to let Quentin handle that task.
Total chaos, fear, and upclose mortal danger.......Aurelian had been fixated on survival and on doing whatever he could to kill that thing. But fortunately someone else, the woman no less, finally brought the huge bear down. Someone else fired a few more rounds into the now still bulk of the creature but it was definitely dead. Thank the Lord! With a huge sigh of relief he lowered his now reloaded carbine, he was going to be able to go home to his beloved children.
Stepping closer then to Addy he smiled, "Nice shot. Just in the nick of time too."
Quentin suddenly was yelling Shade's name though. Aurelian couldn't see Shade at all from where he was. Oh lord, did the bear get one of them afterall?
"Hope that's not what I think it might be," Aurelian said to the woman then headed in the direction of the shouting.
"Damn it!" Aurelian snapped, his shot missed and while the Sharps carbine packed a good punch the drawback was it was a single shot weapon. He would need to reload and this while the bear was rampaging amongst the party. Aurelian fell back against a rock, ended up on his rump as he snapped open the rifle's breech then ejected the spent shell. Reaching into his pocket now he grabbed for a new round. If the bear chose to attack him now, he was frankly not going to load this thing in time.
It had been a long day already, Aurelian was a good enough rider afterall he'd been in the cavalry in the war but he was not used to it anymore. It was a bit deflating but the truth of it was he was a farmer now. Shade had dismounted yet again and moved on ahead on foot, checking the tracks no doubt, or maybe wondering what spooked that rabbit.
As for Aurelian he was riding in back with the woman, Addy, and the extra mounts. It all happened so fast then. There was a shot, a roar, the horses were spooked and not without reason. That damned bear was in on them just like that! It was total chaos. Aurelian brought his Sharps carbine up to fire but just as he did, his horse pulled away to one side, no doubt wanting nothing to do with being anywhere near that rampaging bear. He couldn't be sure but he may well have missed completely with his shot. Certainly if it did hit, there was no visible effect. All he could think now was he needed to reload the breechloader, while saddled on a panicky horse. Not an easy task. It was why the cavalry preferred to engage in their firefights on foot.
Aurelian watched Shade analyze the track, interesting. It was good to know someone at least had this sort of tracking and hunting experience. Also he blinked at the revelation the beast may well double back on it's path. He would not have known that, Aurelian conceded.
"Really? Wonder why they do that? Or is that pretty common with predators?" he asked even as he noticed one of the men extract his Sharps from it's scabbard. He could understand why the gent might be feeling a bit jumpy upon hearing that. He already had his own weapon in hand, loaded and it would only take one cock of the trigger for it to be ready for fire.
Aurelian dismounted with the rest, his horse was older and very reliable but this going uphill bearing the weight of a solid rider was more than the animal was used to, a short pause for the horses made perfect sense. It was hot out and Aurelian was in shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. He reached for his canteen near the saddle horn and then took a few swigs before capping it up again.
Cradling his rifle he then listened to Quentin and Shade discuss the tracking. That was one frontier skill he openly admitted he knew almost nothing about so he was happy to defer to those who did.
Aurelian had been kidding around and just trying to stir up a little good natured conversation but the woman and man just ignored him. Alright then. Fine! He decided to leave his Sharps on the horse, no sense dragging that inside and followed after them. He was hungry and it smelled damn good!
Entering the building he nodded toward both Shade and Quentin.
"Mornin'," he said then noticed the arsenal in front of him.
"Must say, your ranch sure is well stocked with weaponry. Those rifles are military issue, aren't they?" he went closer to examine them. Sure enough bayonet and everything. Impressive.
Quentin picked up one of the spares and handed it over for Aurelian to inspect. "I went to the Fort to look for some kind of advantage...they had these in and I was able to...persuade...the army to let me buy a case of four and ammunition. I hinted that otherwise they would have to send troops to help with the hunt...amazing what doors that opens."
Aurelian rode on in that fresh morning, Sharp's carbine slung over his shoulder and a box of cartridges in his coat pocket. He had a revolver too but if it came down to pistol fire against the bear he would be in serious trouble. For the time being he tied his horse just outside the corral then headed for the bunkhouse and that fine aroma of breakfast. A pair of riders were just pulling up, he recognized the woman, a wagon driver (not like there were a lot of those around), as Miss Chappell. They looked like they were dressed for winter.
He smiled and waved, then teased, "Mornin! Landsakes, how are you people gonna manage come winter? This here is just plain invigorating. Last I checked it is August, right?"
Aurelian listened as the man filled him in on the latest about that damned bear. It was very disturbing too.
"Oh that's terrible. I hope it's not too serious. How did it happen and where if I might ask?" Aurelian frowned.
Wyatt was wide-eyed, "Oh gosh! So it's trying to eat people now?"
Clara was stunned too but, as usual, hid her emotions better. It took a lot to rattle her.
"Poor Mrs. Hale," she sighed, taking in his other part of her having to stay put now til this monster could be hunted down. She had experienced a first hand run in with that bear. Terrifying was the only word for it.
"Shade, I believe we heard him last night or at least a very loud bear," she revealed.
"He sounded huge," Wyatt added.
"We do all our chores now as a trio. Two of us are armed when we go out there too," Aurelian explained to Shade their own family precautions.
Shade ruffled Wyatt's hair, "I think that old bear is an opportunist," he told the boy, addressing his concern first. "Best we can figure is that Ezra came upon it when he was looking for a stray. Tore him up pretty bad but the doc is cautiously optimistic on his chances."
"That's good, we shall include him in our prayers," Aurelian declared solemnly.
"Staying together while doing your chores is good. If you need to borrow a heavier rifle, let me know. I can drop one by in the morning. Heading into town now to pick up supplies for the hunt," Shade told them.
"No need, my Sharps carbine packs quite the wallop with it's .52 caliber cartridge. I have talked to a few men who told me they dropped buffalo with it," Aurelian informed him.
"Not to mention, Wyatt's loud scream would probably scare the bear away," Clara smiled.
"Hey!" Wyatt glared up at his sister.
"I might be in the same boat with Wyatt," Shade said with an affable grin. "Sounds like your gun will do the trick. We're pretty sure the thing is still on the ranch. There are riders out in groups trying to pick up its track. We will be heading off to find it and kill it day after tomorrow. We could use another experienced man with a heavy rifle..." Shade tilted one eyebrow in inquiry at Aurelian. He almost immediately wished he had not said anything in front of the children.
"Of course, I'll go. I think we need to end this threat to the entire community. I'm glad to do my part," Aurelian did not hesitate.
Clara was proud of her father, some girls might protest that their father should not take such a risk but Clara knew the man could handle himself. And as for her and Wyatt, they would be extra careful and they would be just fine.
"Good, thank you, Aurelian," Shade said. He was relieved that the man had agreed to go on the hunt. The ranch had a good complement of ranch hands. Good men, proficient at their jobs. However, they could not all be pulled off ranch duties to hunt the bear. The hunting party needed to be small but competent.
"We're meeting up at the lower valley bunkhouse just at dawn day after tomorrow. It's the one where you brought Clara after that other incident. We'll have a good breakfast before heading out," Shade told Aurelian their plans. Without realizing it, his voice had fallen into the cadence he used to use when giving his scouting reports to the commanding officers he reported to back when he rode scout for the army.
"Sounds good," Aurelian nodded.
"If you like, we can send a hand or two down here to look after your place and take Clara and Wyatt up to the house?" Shade would feel better if the kids were taken care of.
Clara frowned, "We have daily chores to do and a milking cow and henhouse here."
Aurelian shook his head, "No, very kind of you but between you giving us meat and offering some of your valuable hands to come over here, that's too much. We pride ourselves on self-reliance. And I trust my daughter and son to be careful. No need for the hands."
Both of his children smiled at the compliment.
If it were Indians that would be quite a different story but no, there were always some risks living out West. Hell, there were risks in just living.
"Fair enough," Shade replied. He knew Clara was as strong and confident as anyone could be. However, Old Satan wouldn't care about that. Hopefully, with all the hands on the ranch on lookout for him, he was heading for higher ground. "Well, I need to head on into town for supplies. Thanks again for riding with us, Aurelian."
Aurelian was a widower and with two children to take care already, not currently looking for adding to his responsibilities by taking another wife. However that did not mean he could not enjoy an evening of feminine company and maybe a few dances. He used to love dancing when SHE was alive, they made quite the pair. There was a second reason he was present now too, for his daughter's sake otherwise Clara probably would not have went. He felt as she was nearing womanhood, she should take part in social events such as this. Clara had so many strengths and gifts but there were times when she lacked some in the whole being sociable with folks area. Wyatt was along too but he had met another boy his age during the festival afternoon and those two wanted to find out more about each other. Oh and eat food too. There would probably be lots of desserts.
Aurelian was in a reasonably fashionable grey suit, he was wearing a tie which was a most rare occasion for that. Clara had helped with trimming his hair, including mustache and goatee. He looked suitably dignified.
"Lot of people here, bound to be some lads approximately your age," he smiled down at his daughter.
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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