The Lusken Invasion of Anticosti Isle

The Lusken Invasion of Anticosti Isle (Euluska: Luskule svei karda Antakosta) was an important event that occurred in the winter of 1510/11. Spurned by their recent losses in Lakay in the wake of the Pharox Thas Catastrophe, The Lusken Empire sent an expeditionary force to the Yuren River Valley seeking territory. The lucrative Gildegran fur trade and the inland earth metal mining were the main objects of their desire. The whole of Anticosti Isle was under Rakkimarran control, as was most the River Valley, since the outcome of the The Great North Wars. 
The invasion began with several man o'wars and large frigates being brought into the river valley, then a small scouting party being sent to find maps and understand the lay of the land. These scouts tussled with several Kusk natives, whom they fought at the site of a raid on an NBTC fur trappers' old camp. With the maps given back to the generals, the invasion itself truly begun with the Battle of Pitcairn and the eventual Siege of Fort Hudson.
== Scouting Party ==
The Empire assembled a sort of suicide squad of misfits, tasked with being the first scouts into the Yuren river valley region to find the lay of the land. The recruits included: Uri, a guy made of stone who usually stood completely still, Zloop, a buff fish-man hauled out of a fishing net covered in jellyfish, Bakdrol, a nerdy and excitable little dwarven alchemist, Phlegethon, a wide-eyed manic blazing fire genasi, and Gri'Zerno, a cunning and spry snow leopard. Bakdrol tried to feed Gri'zerno some cat food, and so he got shot in the face by the tabaxi.
The captain of the ship. High General Iloro, gave us a small river raft, a pigeon named Socks, and sent them off. They sailed upriver through the pine forests, tundra, and barren grounds. Whilst we chatted, Uri heard branches breaking, and jumped overboard to investigate, so we beached and went to see. The tracks led inland over a ridge, to a small camp with the fire burnt out and many arrows lodged in trees. It seemed to have been some kind of fur traders' camp. They found a lone survivor, a small dwarf hiding in a dugout.
Zloop gave him rations but Phlegethon whispered behind the guy to scare him. Uri pulled some dead traders out the river and threw their waterlogged corpses at the surviving dwarf, eventually knocking him clean out, leaving Bakdrol to heal him. They stole his hat, which said 'North Bracken Trading Co.' and his rum. They also took his map, and from questioning him a little without a common tongue, they gathered that people came with bows and arrows and raided the camp. They decided to set up an ambush.
Bakdrol pretended to be a dead dwarf, whilst Gri'zaro climbed into a tree. Zloop hid underwater in the creek, and Phlegethon pretended to be the campfire, whilst Uri stood still like a statue. Bakdrol used the bagpipes to play a solo, and eventually, they heard people approach. Seven drow tribal warriors approached, some on horseback. They began investigating the camp, and suddenly, Phlegethon emerged from the campfire, blinding them. Zloop jumped out of the water ad shot the chieftain with a musket, whilst Phlegethon completely incinerated one. The chief lobbed shards of ice back at him whilst Uri animated, and knocked out three warriors with three stony punches, leaving them flying through the air to land.
Meanwhile, Gri'zaro forced the horseriding drow to attack one another, then themselves, throwing themselves off their horses at high speed. With only the chieftain left, she tossed an armful of herbs into the fire, and only barely finished as Uri punched her in the spine. Phlegethon picked her up, and drained the life from her, tossing her aside shriveled and dead. A huge roar shook the earth suddenly, and Gri'zaro skittishly climbed back into the tree. A great big antlerbear approached hungrily, and began sniffing at Bakdrol, who was pretending to be a fresh corpse. He attacked it as it stood over him, which angered it. Whilst the others shot fire and stabbed its flank, the bear grabbed Bakdrol by the neck and shook him around to maul him, pausing briefly as Phlegethon tried to get it to stop. It took a chunk out of Uri's arm before being wounded heavily, and realising it should just take its meal and go. It bashed Bakdrol around and dragged him away, killing him. However, it barely made it ten paces before Phlegethon launched an almighty handful of holy light down onto its head and it collapsed, shining. Gri'zaro pulled out a flagpole, planted it in the barren ground, and flew the flag of the Empire. Their quest was successful, sort of. The End.
Category:Events