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With much of the Kan’trish’yargerns in utter disarray after their disastrous defeat at the Battle of Bulwark Bay, Rygon knew he had one chance to capture the enemy Fortress of Galbreakia. Unfortunately for him, however, without the proper tools for siege warfare, lack of supplies, and manpower, Rygon feared he could not delay his attack in order to rebuild his army.

So, with less than three thousand soldiers, most of whom were mercenaries, Tama’goin allies, and conscripts from his own lands, he began the march further into Qwaula’gor. A heavily forested land with any number of monsters that dwelled within, he ordered the Silver Spear to patrol their flanks, as well as holding more than a few in reserve. Still, as they marched into Qwaula’gor, nicknamed the Eternal Sleep for non-native travelers, they encountered diseases that ravaged half his army, forcing them to slow down as they got sick. They were forced to battle herds of passing borels, ferocious bear-like creatures that had no fur, and came up against surviving bands of Kan’trish’yargerns. All of whom were ferociously territorial.

Eventually reaching the deep jungle with trees the size of citadels, mushrooms twenty feet tall, and snails that could eat deer in a single gulp, Rygon worried that his search for the great fortress was over. But, even as he pushed his forces further and further inland, his scouts began to encounter empty villages, corpses, and the first real signs of the Kan’trish’yargern heartland.

It was also then that the worst of the fighting began, with the Kantrishans pouring out of the forest and trees to attack. Fending off dozens of night raids that grew in strength and number, Rygon ordered his troops to dig in and build fortifications each night to ensure his army wouldn't be whittled away down to nothing. But as disease, desertions, and heavy fighting took its toll, Rygon understood that there would come a point where he would need to turn back.

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Luckily for him, however, after they had extracted information from those they had captured, Rygon learned that the enemy fortress was close by. Manned by over ten thousand Kantrishans, and wild ogres that they had somehow been able to tame, Rygon feared a head-on battle with his depleted army would end in disaster. He needed some way to draw the enemy out and destroy them in an ambush.

After selecting terrain in his favor, with his forces arrayed across the high ground, the river to guard his left flank, and a field of stakes to his right, Rygon ordered the bulk of his forces to hide in the forest. He also soaked the hill above with animal fat and pitch before sending a few of his warriors ahead with the captured prisoners. Mutilating their bodies in such a way that they were in constant agony, they were tied up to stakes, and left out in front of the enemy gates.

Alerted by the screams of pain from their comrades, the Kantrishans boiled out of the fortress in an angry swarm, where they were struck by hidden archers. With the Silver Spear there to act as a rearguard and antagonize the enemy, they hollered, laughed, and mocked the enemy before they began a slow retreat.

And, as would be expected of most creatures that were enraged, the Kantrishans, alongside their pet ogres, charged after them.

Leading them up the slope to where the archers had repositioned themselves, they released volley after volley into the mass of enemies. After which, they, in turn, retreated, giving up the high ground, and marching towards the river. Surrounded by the thick of the fighting as the Silver Spear engaged the enemy to cover their retreat, Rygon slowly withdrew his forces to the river, where rafts were waiting for them. Then, in a decisive move that would destroy the enemy, he ordered his archers to fire again, using flame arrows. Caught in a swirl of smoke, fire, and death as the hill was set alight, the enemy tried to retreat, when Rygon’s remaining forces came out of hiding to cut them off from the fortress. With the archers pouring arrows into their exposed left flank, fire forcing them down the hill, traps, pits, and stakes butchering hundreds that attempted to flee to the right, and his own Silver Spear back to lead the charge, the enemy were effectively bogged down, destroyed piece by piece until there were none left alive.

By the end of the battle, Rygon had barely lost a dozen men, whereas the Kan’trish’yargerns had lost nearly all of their army.

It was chronicled that the battle was such a decisive victory that the Kan’trish’yargerns would trouble the ambitious young lord no more, but that seems like an exaggeration. If anything, it is possible that they came to fear the hellion named Rygon Dragonmer and would do their best to avoid facing him directly in battle.