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Name: Sir Augustus Michael Kane

Nickname: August, Augie

Age: 38

Roll: Knight 2

Skills and Weaknesses: Sir Kane is an exceptional cavalry horseman, due in no small part to the empathic link he shares with his mighty steed and loyal companion, Bunduk. His weapons of choice are the longsword, shortsword, heavy shield, spear and cavalry lance, though he has extensive training in all manner of weaponry. He specializes in heavy armor and utilizes heavy infantry and cavalry tactics with lethal decades of practice. Being a man of God, his faith gives rise to divinely influenced magicks including, but not limited to, healing, enhancing the abilities of himself and/or his allies, defensive wards and offensive spells such as holy fire and sacred light magic. He also has a mind well suited for the heat of battle. Where most would flee, he stands ready with shield at ready, sword in hand and a prayer on his lips. His only fear is failure.

Personality: Sir Kane is what most would expect from any knight. He upholds the law, protects the innocent, protects his country, loves his wife and children, and praises God. He is remarkably fit and build for someone of his age, but his years are beginning to catch up with him and he isn't taking to it kindly. He is a rather grim and depressing individual and will keep to himself one moment and then socialize without end the next. He is quiet gruff, yet always focused. Every waking minute is utilized and optimized preparation for the next battle. War is his addiction, and yet it has not left him unscathed. He is haunted by night with nightmares as the troubles of war prey on his mind. If not for his family or his faithful horse, Kane would welcome death on the field of battle sword brandished and ready for God and glory, but more importantly eternal peace.

Background: Born to a peasant family, a traveling knight was impressed by Kane's early development of work-ethic and heart. He took him up as his page, which required him to be taken from his family to join the knight on his travels. Hoping for a brighter future than they could ever hope for him, Kane's parents agreed and Kane's life was forever changed. He took to the saddle like a it was a part him, the sword was an extension of his arm, the shield was soon ever-ready for receiving as well as delivering felling blows. He ascended to squire the day he came of age to become one, and was knighted for exploits that had saved his knight's life as well as his land and territory. He was in many battles and many more fights. Before long he came to the only war that he could not win, the war of his heart. His heart was captured by a fair maiden, Elaine, and he even knelt before her and offered his sword in surrender to her for it was a war he knew he could not win. He was the youngest knight and married by the age of 18, two years after being knighted. Two years of gore and rent armor, lives taken and lives saved that turned into two decades of near addiction. Soon he had children of his own, but that seemed only to push him ever outward to battle. When his wage was not needed for weapons, armor or maintenance, it was sent to his family. Throughout all of it, he has been accompanied by his faithful warhorse companion, Bunduk, of whom is quite an impressive steed indeed that Kane has formed a special bond with. The only thing that slowed Kane signing his name immediately for, what he called a Crusade, was to visit his family... Perhaps for the last time.

Attire: Astride a mighty warhorse, barded in plate armor and chain mail, Kane wheres the tabard and insignias of the royal family he is sworn by life and honor to serve and protect as a surcoat over his robust, armored frame. He wears a full set of plated armor, joints guarded with chainmail. Upon Bunduk is a holster to hold a lance and several spears for throwing and defending with reach greater than Kane's own arm. A heavy steel shield is held by a knob on his saddle. A sword sheathe within the inside of the shield holding his shortsword within serves as an ever-present secondary weapon. His longsword is sheathed at his hip on a leather belt. They are all simple-made weapons, made purely for functionality, although very well maintained and sought after. Outside of this, of which is not often, he wears a white tunic under a embroidered vest marking him a knight of the royal family.

Appearance:










Augustus rode through the forest upon the road in the early morning astride his mighty steed. The night had yielded him not a moments rest, yet he found himself peaceful from it. A trotting armory, Bunduk lead himself down the beaten road with his reins tied off loosely to his knight's saddlehorn. The warhorse had a gleam in his eyes, a gleam not normally seen with beasts of burden and war, but Bunduk was unique. His coat of the purest white, his mane flowed with the breeze like a tethered flurry of snow as he galloped a slow yet steady pace that was cormfortable for himself and his saddled friend.

Kane took advantage of the hours of reprieve they both had been given after the chaotic night and slept in the saddle, trusting his mount to wake him if there was interruption. They had spent the night fending off groups and hoards of the Dark Army after they had been ambushed in the midst of their planning. He had remained silent at the company meeting, internally cursing his luck with his choice of allies. He had expected to be accompanied by elite guard, trained outfits of valiant warriors. At this point, he would sooner take mercenaries to trust with his hide than the uninitiated whelps he felt he would be babysitting. But it it was their kingdom as well, and he scolded himself inwardly for questioning the courage of those who rose up now in there desperate hour.

Still, they had scattered like children caught after bed hours when the ambush came. They fled in every direction. He was convinced they would be hunted, chased, tracked and killed without retaliation. Without a second thought, he had swiftly mounted Bunduk and authoritatively commanded the party make haste in their escape. To rally them for a counterattack was foolhardy. They had but known each other a short while no prior battle experience with each other. The battle plans and strategies they formulated were good for a baseline, but everything changed when through into the maelstrom of war and battle. Plans only survive until first contact.

He had charged headlong into a group of enemies, catching them off guard with his counterattack and made short work of them, but it was but a fragment of the whole. He rode swiftly to kill off easy targets in a wide circle in an attempt to contain the bulk of the enemies to the initial point of contact and give his allies their best chance at escape. He saw none of his other companions during this, for there was only the battle on his mind and in his eyes. He did well to contain the creatures for a time and cut down their numbers. He compounded this with blasts of sacred fire and searing light of faith and magic to exterminate tight pockets of enemies. Before long though there were too many smaller groups to contain and the creatures eluded his herding tactic and he rode throughout all the night chasing and killing the creatures.

Now he slept a peaceful sleep. He was not tormented by the troubles of past battles or fallen comrades in this sleep. In truth he relished the battle as he does with every fight. Battle was his addiction. He felt guilty for the ecstasy he felt as his companions fled for their lives, but it is what has driven him to be the master of cavalry and heavy infantry warfare that he was now.

When the pockets of enemy resistance became thin and far for in between in occurrence, he began the search for his companions. Deciding to take the straight forward approach, he rode boldly down the center of the road, daring any to challenge him. It was then that he chose to rest from the recoil of battle his body had taken. It took much of his strength to fight the hoard and much more to heal his own wounds in the heat of battle. He was no master mage, or entirely inclined to the study of magic, but his faith in God gave him fuel enough for powerful, if mostly simple, spells.

He was interrupted twice during his rest. The first he was woken by the sound of a distressed horse and rode for it, hoping for it to be a companion or a fight. It was both, of sorts. He recognized the horse, but there was no rider and it was panicked and resisted Kane admirably. He loathed the thought of returning to the palace with news of the Prince's demise before the quest had even started. He even began to consider lying to the court that he had died a warriors death and sacrificed himself for the betterment of the kingdom, hoping it would turn him to a martyr and rally more to the cause of his Crusade. This was not the first time the knight had reined in a panicked war mount, however, and soon the knight had a small convoy being lead by Bunduk. It was a quire sight seeing one mounted man followed by two other horses, his own pack horse for supplies and the Princes own mount. His pack horse had been tied near the sight of the attack, yet the creatures found the panicked animal too much of a hassle to attack compared to the knight's strikes.

Kane's rest was interrupted a second time now when Bunduk neighed and snorted to wake him to a disturbance. He was immediately attentive, even when his aging senses had yet to catch up with him. His vision was blurry from waking too fast and his hearing seemed muffled as he struggled to come to full awareness. He rolled his broad shoulders in an attempt to loosen the muscles so tight from the night's toils. His armor jingled and scraped as he plate armor shifted with his movements. His hearing came back to him first...

"Caspian!"

A thousand possibilities reamed through his mind at the name of the prince arranged to marry the princess of the kingdom. His vision returned to him and he could once again see clearly through the narrow slits in his visor of his steel barrel helm. He could see people in the distance on the road. He had fought enough of the Darklings to immediately identify the group as human beings. Kane drew his sword, clicked his tongue twice and spurred Bunduk, whom took to a full gallop at the command. The both of them, Kane clad in plate armor and Bunduk donned in chain-plate barding, made a rhythmic combination of jingling, thudding and clanking as they closed the gap with their accompanied horses in tow. Kane was not a man of subtlety.

The knight stopped swiftly, Bunduk sliding to a complete stop and snorting before turning in a full circle on the spot. Kane took in the immediate surroundings and came to the conclusion that they were not in any immediate danger. With a pang of disappointed to be denied another chance for battle, he looked to his companions. He now recognized the three before him. One the red-headed warrior woman, the second the prodigy mage girl and the third he knew at but a glance, the Prince. Fira was supporting Anya, whom seemed wounded. A pang of guilt replaced his disappointment. Guilt for not fighting harder, or riding swifter to better contain the enemy ambush. Perhaps he could have herded them to greater effect with a better riding route.

He pushed these thoughts aside and focused on the situation at hand. He looked to Fira, then to Caspian. "Report.", he commanded simply before adding. "How badly is she hurt?", he asked in an authoritative tone.

He looked once more to the surrounding treeline. He suspected a trap. His gut told him that the creatures may have left the mage alive to follow her back to her companions. Kane Tied off his reins once more, using his knees to guide Bunduk to his whims as he drew up his shield in his left gauntlet.