Domant was once a well-respected Knight, defender of the innocent, and upholder of the law. He followed Indus, with the hopes of one-day attaining his Pristine Cloak, and becoming a Paladin. He trained and battled at the side of Danyael, a fellow Knight and follower of Indus. They weren’t the best of friends, but they got along well, and tales of their heroism were soon being sung throughout the lands.
One day, Indus came to Danyael, and in a quiet ceremony, raised Danyael up to the rank of Paladin. At first Domant was thrilled for his friend, happy that after his years of devotion and dedication to Indus, Danyael was finally rewarded. However, inside Domant festered a spark of hatred. Jealous of his friend, jealous that he had been passed over. Domant saw little of his friend after that, as Danyael’s time was full, being dedicated to his new position, and serving the populace. As the days passed, Domant’s hatred grew and grew. He avoided his fellow Knights, and began to drink heavily. Once a handsome man, who cared for his appearance, Domant became haggard and unkempt. His love for people, and defending the law, slowly faded, replaced by contempt. It was late one evening, sitting at the mead hall, a forest of empty bottles on his table that Domant came to an epiphany. He would embrace everything that Indus hated, and despised, showing him how little he needed Indus’ approval, and also demonstrating to Indus exactly what he had passed over. Domant discarded his shining mithril, his white cloak, anything that would link him to his past.
Tales soon began to be told, in hushed whispers, by parents to frighten their children. If you didn’t behave, the Spectre would get you. If you talked back to your parents, the Spectre would get you. He came out of the shadows, wielding a black bladed sword. Many were the victims that fell before him, and terror filled the night.