Vaelor Ashhollow (Darkling Echo Knight)

BACKSTORY:

In the Shadowfell, even the smallest flame is dangerous.

Vaelor was once a hunter of wayward spirits — a Darkling who tracked the lost and the cursed across graveyards, ruins, and forgotten battlefields. He was not a priest, nor a knight. He was precision. Silence. The blade that ended what refused to rest.

Then he followed the wrong light.

It burned green.

The Lantern Revenant was new then — a towering figure dragging a prison of screaming souls across the dusk. Vaelor stalked it for days before striking, believing it another aberration to be ended.

He was wrong.

The lantern opened.

His soul did not depart in death. It was torn free — drawn screaming into the prison’s glow. But something in the Shadowfell resists clean endings. A fragment of him clung to his body. Not enough to live as he had… but enough to remain.

He rose hollow.

Since that night, centuries have passed.

Vaelor does not age as others do. Time clings to him like ash. He fights beside a flickering echo — the remnant of what was stolen. In battle, that echo moves where he cannot, strikes where he falters. It is not magic. It is absence made manifest.

He has crossed kingdoms. Watched empires rot. Followed whispers of green light through forests, catacombs, and ruined cities.

He does not hunt for vengeance.

He hunts for completion.

The Revenant does not remember every soul it takes.

Vaelor remembers everything.

And one day, when the lantern cracks and the prison opens, only one of them will walk away whole.