Lore: Vengeance and Victory, Assault on Kilgorn Cragspire

In Chapter IX of the eponymous First Opus of Man, it is recorded:

The Orcs of Kilgorn had grown to such a threat after the weakening of society caused by the devil invasion and the false prophet Lazarod that the remnants of humanity were threatened to extinction. No other races were willing to defend mankind due to the perception of the devil invasion being the fault of man. Humanity was alone, with no friends, and plenty of enemies, just as outcast as the Orcs.

Paladin Lord Foutseth Wilmar had festered a hatred for the green-skinned fiends his entire life. From a very young age he had heard the stories from traveling traders about the orcs comitting murderous raids, killing, eating, and commencing other vile unspeakable acts to anyone who fooled in their navigation and came too close to the Valley Kilgorn. His inborn sense of righteousness had led him to knighthood, and his honorable deeds and righteous intentions had earned him divine favor, and he became a Paladin. He was a very popular figure in Ebonhold, and the people elected to elevate him to a Lord.

Now that Paladin Lord Foutseth had the admiration and devotion of his people, he went to them while wearing his bronze suit of plate mail, adorned with a relief of a bloodhound on the chest to speak of his determination to assault the Kilgorn Cragspire and force the orcs to end their bloody marauding. He had personally tracked a special path to the Cragspire, and his people gladly amassed a mighty militia to follow him into battle.

Foutseth and his army left Ebonhold, heading north across the farmlands and into Bleakwuud. Foutseth and his people set up a bastion and rallied here for two days, waiting and watching the movements of the Kilgorn Orcs from the edge of the forest, plotting an ambush. During this time Foutseth's scouts reported sightings of a mighty undead black dragonlich, known to the people of Ebonhold as Keemaronn the Manipulator. 

Once the movements and actions of the orcs had been sufficiently studied, and Keemaronn had been witnessed returning to the top of the Cragspire, Lord Foutseth led his men swiftly out of the Bleakwuud and to the Cragspire Overlook, an cliff edge that peered down upon the Valley Kilgorn from the west.

As they crested the Cragspire Overlook, they could see the orcs commencing to the murder of a captive merchant man, and they prepared to violate his wife. Lord Foutseth raised his battleaxe to the sky and called forth from the heavens a strike of lightning, killing the orc who was about to offend, signaling the beginning of the battle. His people immediately began charging down to the Valley Kilgorn. The orcs were caught off guard, and the ones in the open field began to panic and scatter. The surprise attack worked quite well, as the disorganized army stumbled over itself, literally losing head and limb to the swords of the men.

The door of the Cragspire opened, and from within came more waves of the green skinned fiends, well armed and armored, yet still outnumbered, they were with a bloodlust from beyond this world. This battalion was led by the Ogre Magus Pin'Gorm, and they spread forth to engage the militia. The odds had evened out, and Lord Foutseth found himself reveling in then thrill of battle more than he had ever before, and began to grin wide as he swung his axe and cleaved three orcs wide open at the stomach, their blood and bile spilling out like water pouring from a pitcher. As he worked his way through the crowd, he lopped the head off another one; and deflected the strike of another, knocking him to the ground, raising his battle axe overhead and swinging the blade full-force, executioner style to the beast's face, splitting his cranium clean open and splattering his purple brain matter across the reddened earth of the valley.

Pin'Gorm empowered himself with his blood magic and went for Foutseth, howling a bloodcurdling warcry. Foutseth turned around patiently and grinned towards the ogre as he raised his hand, palm out, to Pin'Gorm, uttered a few words of prayer, and called down a divine Flame Strike, incinerating the ogre, stopping him in his tracks. Pin'Gorm was severely injured, on his side laid out in writhing agony as his flesh boiled and churned, his eye burst from the heat. Lord Foutseth patiently walked towards the ogre and stood over him, looking down upon him without a single ounce of pity for the agony he was suffering.

"Vengeance..." Foutseth muttered as he crushed the ogre's head beneath his heavy bronze boot.

All that remained of the Kilgorn orcs were the ones that had escaped, who were of no consequence, and gifted the mercy of cowardice; and the dragonlich Keemaronn. Foutseth was more than confident.

Paladin Lord Foutseth shouted to the top of the Cragspire and called out the undead Black Dragon Keemaronn, Seeing Foutseth as another mere human, assuming the Lord's victory was a result of his own weak subjects and their cowardice, did not realize the extent of righteous power gifted to Wilmar by the divinities. Keemaronn made the foolish mistake of accepting the mono e mono duel proposed by Foutseth. He flew down from the Cragspire, and engulfed several militiamen with his deathly toxic breath. As the dragon neared the Paladin Lord, Foutseth's bronze armor and battleaxe began to shine with holy light, and he unleashed a burst of light brighter than the sun itself upon the dragon. In his last moments the dragon cried out the loudest shriek of pain any of the men had ever heard. And it was satisfying.

"Victory." Foutseth proclaimed sternly.

The holy light vaporized the foul beast in mere seconds, his rotten flesh gone and skeleton collapsing to the ground in a pile of bleached bones and ashen flesh.

Foutseth Wilmar, Paladin Lord of Ebonhold, the Dracolich Slayer, Bane of Orcs and Guardian of Man.