[lore dump under the cut]
This hollow suit of armor carries the spirit of a vengeful ghost feigning the valor of a holy knight.
In life this knight served under the great king Elkhorn, acting as a simple cupbearer. It was simple yet nerve wracking work. Over time the cupbearer grew to be the king's most trusted advisors. Which was simple, he knew how to make the king laugh. Years passed, and civil unrest stirred through Elkhorn's kingdom. The cupbearer caught wind of a brewing coup d'Ć©tat against the king. Assassination was coming fast. The knight grew fearful of the king's drink. His hesitance shown through his nervous laughter and that reluctance angered the king.
Elkhorn forced the cupbearer into the royal cellars and pushed him to sample every barrel, every trough and water bucket. Day after day. Time began to melt into a blurry slog of drunken sickness. Until, finally, the cupbearer snapped. He would bring about Elkhorn's end.
That supper, the cupbearer feigned a drink. He passed the goblet of wine to the king, and watched King Elkhorn die.
This tickled the bleary-eyed cupbearer. It was finally over! He couldn't help but laugh and laugh. Until he slipped and fell down the servant stairs.
None but the cupbearer were able to relish in Elkhorn's demise before the castle was besieged by all manner of fiends. An army of monsters ravaged the city, driving its people out and slaying most. Witches, devils and warlords all fought for the throne, but none prevailed.
Not that it mattered to the cupbearer. He was dead. And whatever pride he felt upon killing the king quickly faded.
Now he wanders the countryside traveling alongside a plucky mage and their owl familiar.
