I remember.. I was once a righteous paladin named Gilfrey, a beacon of retribution whose crusade came to a stark end at the will of a scandalous Lich known as Blizzard. However.. death was not the end for me.
Dragged from my grave by agents of Naxxramas, I was forcefully torn from my eternal rest and reborn into predetermined servitude at the hands of the Death Knight Duke Dreadmoore. Until.. some cosmic anomaly defied his dark magic.
My soul remained tethered to the sacred vows I once spoke, and by divine power, the light refused to abandon me. Entangled in this state of holy undeath, a walking corpse bound to both light and shadow, rests a radiant crown that scorches my remaining flesh.
After defeating the Duke and reclaiming my freedom, I set out to travel across Azeroth despite the confused terror of those who still lived, in search of a friend. As time had passed I fatefully stumbled upon the tomb of an ancient king, and there I found a kindred spirit.
Together, we shared our stories of adventures, lost loves, and regrettably, our own demise. When our tales were told, he beckoned me to take up his remains, for the time he had use of them was long passed. We conveyed our farewells and I departed with a faithful companion in tow.
Now.. alongside the bones of Corthan, I roam these war torn lands once more. I seek out those in need, the broken, the afflicted, and the forgotten, stepping into the shadows so they might be spared the suffering I endure.
Ensuring no soul walks into the dark alone..
N'Zoth - Alliance - Gilford