Draiss nodded, and started from the very beginning, at least for him. His mother's death, and his decision to become an adventurer, though now he added a comment about putting pretty words to hide the fact he had become a serial killer, existing only to butcher orcs. How he eventually became a hero and earned noble recognition, along with the title Orcenbane or Orcbane, though at the time he hadn't cared. Eventually encountering a pair of clerics of Hlal and Tamara on a mercy mission coming back from an orc camp with a plague outbreak, one of them spotting him heading toward it. The conversation, and one of them having to do something that had snapped him back to his senses. He admitted not being able to remember what it was, partly because it nearly shattered his mind, likely forcing him to experience every orc's last seconds at the same time. His break down, and them taking pity on a killer like him, bringing him back to town.<br/><br/>Him eventually coming back to terms, and meeting a few of his greater kin, fearing up for a fight against a flight of chromatics, while he had learned about another problem, one with a demon with far too many undead for anyone to be comfortable. Signing up, meeting the group, nearly getting into a fight with the paladin Borval of Helm immediately due to his evil deeds to that point. He glossed over how he had stopped the fight, pressing on to spending a month getting ready, or rather the party was, he was already ready with his current equipment and magic. Spending his time with a wyrmling gold named Vorela, and eventually accidentally binding her to him during a botched familiar summoning. The two week long trek into the area overrun by undead, fighting several wandering packs of undead, often with a couple intelligent undead leading them, usually wights. Breaking three sieges, and quickly realizing that the current mission was much worse than just a demon and undead, not with several thousand undead running loose.<br/><br/>The fated attack on the last siege, several things going wrong, Vorela and the bard getting hurt to badly to continue with the group, and two others of the group dying. The remains of the now eight strong group pushing into the overrun dwarven ruin of an outpost, and everything going pear shaped as soon as they got in, before him completely screwing up the last fight so badly they actually succeeded in stopping the marilith Verdelet plan to open a portal to an unspecified destination, the fuck up SO bad it apparently had given him and the eight beings in the room, the five remaining party members and the marilith, her assassin and blackguard hirelings. How he had spent an indeterminate time wandering a plane, eventually containing his madness, just before several gods confronted him about destroying the plane he had been on.<br/><br/>He then went into more recent history, including things that he had done with Cerulean and Co before moving on to the other important incidents, including finding two insane former party members with divine power that had tried to kill him, before the blackguard that forced him to relive the memory of the fortress, so his companions and avatars would open any prison planes in the hope of releasing him, accidentally releasing Verdelet in the process. The party, and determining that the others were not true gods, as such, but had Beyonder tainted power that very closely matched divine powers.