|Race||Night elf (Humanoid)|
|Location||Firewatch Ridge, Searing Gorge|
When he was young, Zamael entered the Twilight's Hammer cult. After many years Elune gave him a vision and he recognized the wrong he did. He then started to craft his , a golden tablet containing his shame. After the Twilight's Hammer members found it, they executed him for blasphemy and his spirit is now unable to fade from this world.
Praise Elune! It has been many years since I have had visitors.
I wish to hear your tale.
- As a young night elf in Darkshore, I crossed paths with a group of unsavory individuals known as the Twilight's Hammer. A group of them befriended me and shamefully, I ended up eschewing my faith in Elune and embracing the vitriol of the Twilight's Hammer.
- It was not until a vision came to me from Elune, that I woke up from the malaise that I had fallen into as a follower of the old gods.
- In repentance, I began work on my prayer to Elune.
Please continue, Zamael.
- Etched into a tablet of pure gold was the embodiment of my remorse, shame, regret, and sorrow. Unfortunately, the Twilight's Hammer found the tablet and branded me a blasphemer. I was summarily executed, my prayer to Elune incomplete. I am now bound to this world as a spirit, unable to transcend to the Nether; held in this cage as a warning to all that would betray the faith of the Twilight's Hammer.
Let me think about it, Zamael.