My DK is an integral part of my little draenei RP cluster. He's the son of an old, respected holy paladin and a priestess of Ishanah, brother to a protection paladin in training, eldest scion of a line devoted to the Light. As such, he's filled with nothing but deep, deep shame over what he _let_ happen to himself. A true paladin would have thrown himself on his sword the minute he awoke in undeath, but he's too weak and cowardly for that, he's too afraid of the _true_ death, which no self-respecting paladin ought to feel, which just reminds him that he's no longer a paladin, which in turn further fuels his shame, etc., etc. He's so ashamed, in fact, that even after Arthas' death, he has yet to return to the Exodar and reconnect with his family, though he did glimpse his mother from afar while questing in Shattrath. He denies the addiction to inflicting pain with every fiber of his being, and he thinks he's got it reasonably under control, but what he doesn't realize is that by isolating himself, he's delivering agony unto his family, who want nothing more than to bring him _home_. But if he can no longer kneel before A'dal without feeling shame and hideous, flaying guilt, then the very least he can do is consecrate his unlife to the Naaru. When he summons his gargoyle, he hears not the flapping of tattered batwings, but the slow, proud sweep of royal wings. There's a reason my DK's going to be rocking the crystalforge off-color, come 4.3. Light, must remember the Light.

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