In the waning summer of 1367, an immense orc horde descended from the Spine of the World, intent on winding its way south into the trade lands of the North. This force of orcs, led by King Greneire, surged its way south between the Moonwood and the Cold Wood, stopping just outside the Citadel of Many Arrows.
King Obould, orc ruler of the Citadel of Many Arrows was terrified at the prospect of another orc horde, despite the fact that he knew they should be working together against the humans of the North and the spawn of Hellgate Keep. His tribal shaman, however, had been predicting a treacherous fall of the citadel - and they'd told the king that he'd be disposed by other orcs.
Thus, it was a dark day when King Greneire and his horde of 150,000 orcs appeared on the plains outside the Citadel of Many Arrows. King Obould announced to his followers that this horde had been sent to dislodge them from their home and send them out to be scavengers among the plains. He vowed that, as Gruumsh as his witness, the Citadel of Many Arrows would slaughter these treacherous orcs "like elves during a festival."
For four months, the 40,000 orcs within the citadel held their ground. Assault after assault was mounted against the high walls of the garrison, but the attacking orcs were losing far more than the defenders. Still, the living conditions within the walls - never too good to begin with - created losses of their own.
The battle for the Citadel of Many Arrows culminated during the first week of Uktar. As another light blanket of snow sought to bury the gathered orcs, King Greneire threw his entire remaining army at the citadel, bursting its gates and pitting orc against orc in a flurry of swords. As the two orc kings sought one other along the ramparts, the citadel began to burn.
The orcs that survive the battle still speak of the superhuman prowess of the two kings as they battled one another before their troops. Finally, King Obould ran Greneire through with his long sword, but Obould was severely wounded by the time Greneire had breathed his last breath. The orcs erupted in battle again, and no one was sure what became of King Obould.
It was through the smoke and snow that the victors of the conflict emerged: the dwarves of Clan Warcrown along with a contigent of troops from Silverymoon. Charging in through the shattered gate, these new attackers quickly routed the exhausted orcs of the citadel, sending them scurrying off into the wilderness.
King Eremus Warcrown now rules the citadel of Many Arrows, though the dwarves call the city by its old name of Fellbar. Most in the North still refer to the city as the Citadel, however, waiting to see if it can withstand the next orc horde. King Warcrown has put out a call for all dwarves t help defend the citadel, and news of a new vein of gold and silver is spreading rapidly through dwarven communities.