I've had Khorug for a long time. With selling the Hurr Nor region, this character has ended as well. It was his time anyway!
Khorug assembled Dwarves and other races alike to drive the savages off the island and claim it for the Dwarves as a new home. This much is known. But what most people do not know, is that they had committed a genocide. The savages weren't as savage as Khorug had made the crowd believe. And they had never harmed anyone except those who came to invade their island. Khorug had made them do terrible things without the them kn0wing.
It turned out, that Khorug had designed for the Dwarven home to be on the island, because he had felt an evil presence there. The island wasn't just a place for Dwarves, but was in fact first and foremost: the headquarters of the Dark Order. Khorug was at the head of the Dark Order, an organisation that killed, maimed and scared many a people for seemingly no reason at all, but just to commit violence. Once people found out Khorug was at the head of the Dark Order and the Order was situated in Hurr Nor, they came with pitchforks and torches.
They broke through the heavy iron doors that closed the Dark Order's headquarters from the Dwarven settlement Hurr Nor. They stormed the headquarters, burning everything that could be burned until they arrived at the bone throne of Khorug. They stood in the doorway. A pool of blood at their feet. Bodies hanging from their ankles from the ceiling and the throne high atop a slippery staircase in the far back of this hall. They looked up in anguish at the blood and gore slowly dripping and forming a stream all the way down to the pool at their feet. Reluctant, they crossed a narrow bridge over the pool. They looked up again, there sat Khorug, high atop on his throne made from the bones of the many savages that used to live on the island.
His face dark and evil in the light of the few candles that burned from skulls embedded in the throne. A few brave ones charged forward from the angry mob, making their way up the slippery stairs. Soon the rest of the civilians followed with their pitchforks and torches. Khorug stood up to make himself look big and scare them off, but he was surrounded. Just as he stood as tall as he could, just as he was about to address the mob, twist their minds through his serpent tongue, the first man ran his pitchfork through the Dwarf's body. And another pierced his ribs, and another, and another! Until there was little more left of the Dwarf than a beard floating in a pile of gore atop an awful throne.
So ends the rule of the evil Khorug...