A sizable force of adventurers and Guards of Wiltun have repelled a raiding party hailing from Luskan.

The raiders stormed ashore from fast sailing-skiffs designed to outmaneuver the bulk of Wiltun's Navy to make landfall, coming armed to the teeth, expecting to find the fortress off-guard and unprepared.

Little did the raiders know that Fortress Wiltun was prepared and waiting for them. It seems that somehow the Fort had caught advance warning of their attack, and stocked the walls with archers and alerted the locals to retreat inside the fort.

Little Damage if any was done to the structure itself, as the raiders seemed unable to bring siege equipment along with them. A mass of bodies lay outside of the walls, and on the ramparts, as the men of Luskan attempted to scale the walls using crude grappling hooks.

Much of the wounded on Wiltun's side were tended to immediately at the scene by Volunteer-Clerics. Life returns to normal at the fort in rather short order.

But suredly, this day would go down in Wiltun's History as another significant Victorious battle.

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Those trees won't burn themselves down. (by Maryn)

*once the ships come in sight and Hashal see's them from his room in the Inn he mutters a few curses and opens a portal to Tarkuul with his hastily-drawn portal wand, slipping through as fast as he can and still keep all his research in hand*

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Gianan Wing - Wandering Priest of Akadi
Rente Galenson - Halruaan Wizard

Wiltun once served as a refuge for Melf and the other Red Cloaks. It was an honor to fight along side Bago and the many other defenders of the Castle.

Although the contribution was small the experience was priceless.

And Wiltun is safe again; for the moment.

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Active Characters on Amia:
Melf Smyt (Red Cloak)
Corrin Kaliil (Red Cloak)
Aarc Lyyons (Woodsman)

Rikkudai Balgar-Khanan, having came to Wiltun as a way point on one of the shipping lanes, stops here and approached the forts central square noticing the heavier posting of guards.

After asking what was going on and learning of a coming invasion, he offered his sword, or hammers as it were to the defense of Wiltun. Ashard, the man apparently in charge of such things sent him out to collect the civilians and bring them inside the walls where it would be safe.

The upon his return he was asked to get a bow and man the ramparts. Facing out to see, with his keen vision he was one of the first to notice the all-to-familiar sails of the Raiding Cutters from Luskan, sharp triangles with that insignia, to burned in his mind to forget.

He remembered the years in the orphange, being tortured and beated, flayed within an inch of his life. The jeers, the stares, the ridicule from the towns people, as he was forced to parade through the streets as a comic relief, naked, beaten, and bloody. His scars on his body became ultra sensitive, pushing against his armor, causing excruiciating pain, his face became red, the white scars seeming to stretch and enlarge on his face.

"Ach, nah' come down there sonny, we be fine an all" A voice sounded behind him, a Wiltun Archer.

Rikkudai tried to speak even stammering out something but it seemed his voice was sealed, years of silent anguish boiling inside him.

"Dont respond ye bloody bastard" and the Archer ambled off, content to find a new section of Rampart to defend.

The ships landed, bringing a flood of emotion to him, he recognized the armor, the weaposn, the men with the shield bearing the crest of the township. He even recognized some of the men. He began to shoot, never being the marksman many of his arrows fell short, but he held is position, next to him a shifter took on the form of illithid and began assailing the raiders minds.

BOOM

The gates fell, Rikkudai dropped his bow and swining both thunders out from their holsters let loose a blood curdling battle cry, many of the luskan raiders looking about - it was all to familiar. For he, after the burning of the orphange, had lived in the woods on the edge of town, killing any who came to close to his encampment, and it would be heard for miles, all knew who made it, none could find him. A terror in its own right. Running down the ramp to the ramparts at full tilt he passed an undead creature following a mage, a flood of passion pushed him onward, ignoring this for now.

There was vengance to be had.

Striding into the square, he could see comrades and guards already parrying off attacks, rushing in, he began to deliver blow after blow of merciless swings, breaking shoulder joints, caving in chests, and exploding brain matter as he pushed through the mob of men. As the tide of battle ebbed, he heard a shout on the ramparts, men were trying to climb up! After smashing the hands, and heads of many as they tried to do so, a bearded man caught his attention, tracking him with piercing black eyes, Rikku met his stair, a demon from his past. The head priest/brother at the orphange, the one who lived trhough the flames Rikku set.

"Ahoy, men look up yonder on the ramparts, its the pansy tuigan that ran away, just like his entire family we slaughtered" Sending his own grappling hook upwards Rikkudai caught it placed it on the rampart himself, wanting face to face revenge. He cleared a path of mayhem around him.

As soon as the manclimbed up he said, "My name is Rikkudai Balgar-Khanan. The Child of the Woods, The Pansy Tuigan, The Grandson of the Late Tuatsu Balgar-Khanan, Hoars Tool of Vengance and on this day, it will be the last thing you ever hear"

The man laughed and as he reached for his cutlass Rikkudai set forth another battlecry he ran towarsd the man, jumping from the rampart's edge and swung his hammer into the mans sternum, his chest imploding instanty the other hammer having expected the mans backward momentum smashed the back of the mans head through the front, leaving an ammused expression on his face, still covered in brain matter and bits of blood Rikku once more howled, the men clamboring up the walls once more went to the gates.

Rikku met them here and pushed through those milling about, aiding by a few others who began skirmishing he pushed down to the boats, and fought those milling off the boats directly, finally when the others joined him the last of the Luskanites were dead, the other adventurers giving a wide birth around the blood soaked Rikku he went to meet with Lord Wiltun.

Turning down a reward he instead asked for the bodies, an odd request, when asked why, he said to finish what they started. Lord Wiltun being a wise man and needing the bodies out of his city, allowed this. Under cover of darkness that soon fell, keeping to the shadows adn using invisibility, he began to stuff body after body into his bags of holding, carrying the men onto the last boat that had not burned or been destroyed by Wiltun's navy. Rikkudai after gathers teh bodies oof over 300 men, began to tie the dead men to the rails, the rafts, and stripping them of anything useful. He takes out an entire box of fresh raise scrolls and begins to bring back each man, gagging them facing them in the eye and saying,

"Greetins Luskan Filth, You may remember me, I am Rikkudai Balgar-Khanan, one who you tried to mock, attack, flay, and burn alive. May you in turn face judgement for these. I am the Child of the Woods. I am the Hammer of Vengance. And on this day *he paused to each before seething* Vengance is mine" and with a branding iron, hit each mans forehead with the symbol of Hoar, a 2 headed coin, straight onto each mans chest.

The man would look about unable to move, and tied off would see the fear in each others eyes and the muffled moans of others.

On this Rikku tied a fuse to several incinderary devices, lit them, and cut away the anchor.

The boat, moved uneasily into the current, going out with the tide, some 500 yars off shore, it caught on fire, and though the men were gagged and bound, could be heard screaming back in the homes of Wiltun, though undiscernable as to where. Rikkudai sat on the shore that night patting Khan and rubbing him behind the ears, sighing easily, free of a heavy burden.

The next day the Lord Wiltun and few of his men who knew of the clandestine order would have asked him what happened to the bodies, he would have answered simply "Justice".

EDIT: Sorry it went so long but it was neat little bit thing for Rikku.

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The Peacock wrote:

[GreatPigeon] is better than me.

Cori Chevan stepped out of the Noway Inn to find troops everywhere. Archers manned the ramparts, and civilians were herded behind the safety of the walls.

Obviously something dangerous was coming, which could be interesting.

Standing aside while the menial tasks were performed, and the guards rallied, Cori listened intently, trying to sort out rumour from fact.

Seemed a fleet of Luskan ships was on it's way - raiders, apparently.

Definitely interesting. And potentially profitable.

Always the mercenary - at least of the task seemed enjoyable - Cori hastened to find someone in charge, to offer her services. The two men who were organising the defence couldn't offer terms, but did offer assurances that Lord Wiltun would likely pay a reward, if the castle was successfully defended.

That was good enough, and so Cori unsheathed her jagged-edged longsword, and readied herself for battle.

Soon, waves of raiders assaulted the walls. The archers did well, but eventually the gates fell, and the walls were overrun. The slaughter was horrific. The slaughter was lovely. Warcries and deathscreams filled the air, the injured wailing a beautiful counterpoint, and Cori's sword danced to the music it had been birthed to create.

When at last the Luskans were defeated, Cori was gladdened by the willingness of Lord Wiltun to offer payment. It was not the largest sum - as had really been expected - but it was gold. And much to her surprise, Wiltun mentioned the possibility of a further mission at a later date.

As Cori retired to the Inn, to collect on a free dinner offered by another of the defenders, she marvelled at the perfection of the day. A great and rather fulfilling battle, payment for what she likely would have done for free anyway, and a promise of more of both in the near future.

She was starting to like this place.

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