Victory at Lothan

The Siltinians had suddenly stopped pressing the villagers. Liam was at first unaware of the reason, only aware that his opponent was very skilled with a sword. Taking his spiked club, he spun it swiftly towards the swordsman's head, changing his target at the last second for the thigh. Unfortunately the club smashed into the sword hilt. The swordsman reached struck out like a serpent and Liam barely retreated fast enough. Suddenly several dirty, grimy, soldiers attacked the Siltinian from behind and while the Siltinian managed to hold his own, he eventually had to give way. Liam glanced around the area. Corpses were strewn everywhere, nearly a third of the village had burned before the women had contained the fire, and everywhere the Siltinians were pulling back. A small force of what appeared to be Marovian soldiers was making its way towards the village, collecting their dead as they approached. There were already about 100 Marovians in the village. They had a slight accent but definitely Marovian. The fiercest fighting had occurred just minutes ago when the Siltinians managed to get past the log stakes and palisade that they had erected. Thankfully the village was only partially destroyed.
As Liam walked about surveying the disaster he spied a familiar head. "NOOO!" he screamed! Racing to Kariem he hugged his brother's body and cried. Tears formed in his eyes and he tried to focus his thoughts. Kariem was dead. His brother was dead. Kariem had been his best friend for all his life. He jerked his club out as fury engulfed him and he went and smashed a dead Siltinian with his club. He left, unable to remain with his dead brother. I will get revenge! A thousand times over if need be! Nothing will stop me and the Siltinians will fear my name! Suddenly a worried villager found him. It was Merian the village healer.
"Liam" she said tentatively, "Your Mother and Father, they...they are not doing well." Liam's head jerked towards her eyes wide. Nothing can stop Father though, He thought.
"They would like to see you and if you have seen Kariem they also want to see him as well."
"Kariems dead," Liam said harshly. "The cursed Siltinians murdered him!" Merian was visibly startled by his behavior but quickly turned and led him towards one of the few homes still intact. Walking into the house, Liam quickly picked out his father and mother. His mother was hardly breathing and his father was deathly pale.
"Liam...coome herre, sonny," his Father whispered ending it in a groan. "Them Siltinians got me good this time. Not as spry as I was in me younger days. I wanted you to know that we love you." At this Liams mother nodded. "But you never were our child, though we have come to love you as ours. You were brought to our door...brought in the middle of the night. She, she died of exhaustion and pneumonia three days later. Your mother...died. Told us to send your brother away with a messenger bearing a strange leaf." At that, Clorem struggled to reach something in his coat. He brought forth a leaf. Well it looked like a leaf only it was still green not dead. Furthermore it felt soft and feathery and yet was very sturdy. "Like this...said you must find your brother when you come of age," Clorem coughed and spit out some blood. "Go rejoin your lost brother." With that he relaxed and his breathing began to rasp more and more until both he and his wife lay still, death's embrace soothed their features and left them in peace. Liam screamed and tore at his hair! The world wasn't fair! He would make the Siltinians pay for this! They will pay in blood!