DPortrait of Don Juan

Juan Francisco Montoia De La Roja

Half-elf — Yartar

Paladin — Oath of Vengeance / Bard

7Level
56HP
20AC
30 ftSpeed
STR16+3
DEX12+1
CON14+2
INT8-1
WIS10+0
CHA18+4
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The Youngest Son

Juan Francisco Montoia De La Roja was born forty years ago in Yartar, the fifth and final child of Duke Ernesto Montoia De La Roja and his wife Elena Del Monte. Two older brothers, two older sisters — all ahead of him in the line of succession. The eldest sons were groomed for politics and statecraft, trained in the workings of power through their father's seat in the Lords' Alliance. The daughters were matched to advantageous families. Juan, the youngest, was given the one thing none of his siblings had: freedom.

He used it to move. From an early age he was fascinated with sports, athleticism, and above all sword fighting — not as duty, but as art. His father, perhaps indulgent of the son who would never inherit, hired the finest sword teachers in Yartar. By the age of twenty-five, Juan could beat every one of them in single combat. He fought the way other men danced — with flair, precision, and an instinct for the theatrical that no amount of drilling could teach.

The Order of the Gauntlet

A swordsman who could beat every teacher his father hired needed something more than practice dummies and sparring partners. Don Juan found it in the Order of the Gauntlet — a paladin order devoted to Tyr, the god of justice. He swore the oath not out of piety but out of hunger: for purpose, for glory, for the kind of fight that mattered beyond the duelling yard.

The order gave him discipline to match his talent and a cause larger than himself. He trained alongside warriors who fought not for applause but for justice, and something in that simplicity appealed to him — even if he never quite lost the instinct to make it look good.

The Assassination

Don Juan came from a noble family in Yartar — a house with old money, political connections, and enemies to match. His father, a man of influence in the Lords' Alliance, and his two older brothers were assassinated. The killings were precise and coordinated — the work of professionals, almost certainly hired by a rival family manoeuvring for power in the city.

His mother, Elena, saw the pattern before the bodies were cold. Three men of the same house, dead within days. She feared a rival family in Yartar was plotting to seize power from their house entirely. The youngest son would be next.

She ordered him to leave. Not to hide — to disappear. To put as much distance between himself and Yartar as possible, until whatever forces were moving against the family had spent themselves or could be identified.

The Grand Dame

The night before he left Yartar, Don Juan went to the Grand Dame — a casino boat moored on the river, run by Lord Drylund. It was the kind of place where the sons of noble families spent their evenings: cards, wine, and the comfortable illusion that luck was a skill.

He went all in. Lost everything.

Whether it was grief, recklessness, or a deliberate attempt to sever the last thread connecting him to the life he was leaving behind, he never said. He walked off the boat with empty pockets. The next day, he was on the road.

The Wanderlust Revue

When the Wanderlust Revue came through Yartar, Don Juan saw his chance. The travelling theatre company was looking for muscle to protect them on the road. He joined without hesitation — a wandering entertainer was invisible in a way a fleeing nobleman was not.

He quickly became friends with Dustin Dwint, one of the Revue's bards. Inspired by Dustin's performances — the way a crowd could be held by a voice and a melody — he understood that fame and glory were not found only on the battlefield. He began an act: flashy bladework, dramatic flourishes, the kind of swordsmanship that made an audience forget they were watching someone who could kill them. It became part of the warm-up show, and the crowds loved it.

But through all the months of travelling, performing, and friendship, Don Juan never spoke of his past. Not of his family. Not of his brothers. Not of Yartar.

A Noble Audience

The festival is ideal for our travelling theater group. Don Juan is eager to demonstrate his skills with the sword to Lady Velrosa and enjoy the festivities in the presence of the local nobility. A patron among the landed gentry — now that would be something. Fine wine, fine company, and an audience that appreciates the finer points of swordsmanship. What more could a man ask for?

A Maestro's Craft

¡Ay, caramba! This song we've crafted will surely be a hit! I can already see the joy it will bring to taverns far and wide, with people dancing and reveling to our tune. Dustin's mastery of music and his guidance have been invaluable, truly marking him as a maestro. And Kürbis's spirited performance on the bagpipes has taken our song to an entirely new level. Together, we've created something truly special.

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