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In the darkest hour, when the Scourge ravaged Azeroth, stood a noble druid named Panthra master of feral arts, whose very claws defended humanity with unwavering resolve. When death finally claimed him during the relentless siege by the Lich King’s forces, his valor did not end there. Resurrected into the grim ranks of the Death Knights, his heart remained untouched by the icy grasp of undeath, his moral compass unyielding.
Within the grim chains of the Lich King’s control, Panthra, now known in undeath as Darthterac clung fiercely to memories of the Light, believing, knowing deep within, it would one day deliver him from darkness. That salvation arrived amid the chaos of the Legion’s invasion, shattering his bonds and setting him free. Armed with newfound strength as a Blood Death Knight, he merged the fierce guardian spirit of his druidic past with the disciplined might of his current form, standing once more as protector and champion against the burning tide.
Years later, the tranquility of Dalaran was shattered as Xal’atath’s sinister forces surged, ripping the city from the sky. Amidst the destruction, Darthterac, determined to shield every soul, faced certain doom. Yet, in a moment of profound desperation, he called upon the Light. Miraculously, it answered—imbuing him with a surge of divine power and briefly restoring his druidic shape shifting, allowing him to escape death in bird form, soaring safely toward the mysterious shores of Dorn.
On this unexplored island, he travelled into the land, eventually reaching Hallowfall. There he got to know all the people, he got to know their resilience and warmth, it spoke to him deeply, reigniting his purpose, to defend and stand guard, to resist authoritarian evil. With his trusted companion Lazyeyez by his side, they became the stalwart defenders of Hallowfall, protectors whose names spread hope throughout the land. Darthterac shared his tale of the Light saving him miraculously, he offered his strength in humble chores, and stood vigilant against every threat.
The people saw the brilliance of the Light radiate from the Death Knight, once thought lost forever to darkness, now transformed—a beacon of hope and redemption, a Paladin. His presence, adorned in armor gleaming brilliantly in the sun, reminded all who saw him that even in times of despair, the Light would prevail, illuminating the shadows and guiding Azeroth to a brighter future, each day passing he writes a number in his log book today it was 184 followed by the word weeks.
