I remember.....
Once, I was among the living, one of the Kal'dorei, children of the moon. I had a mother, a father, and... a sister. I remember the beauty of Mount Hyjal, and the destruction that was wrought upon the world by the demons.
After the destruction of the world tree, and the death of my parents, I recklessly left, to seek my own way in the world, leaving my sister in the care of a family I knew would care for her, the family of the man I loved. I followed the paths of the eastern kingdoms, until one day, fighting beside the warriors of the Argent Dawn, I fell in battle against the scourge.
The Lich King raised my fallen corpse, imbuing it with some of his power, creating of me one of his champions, a death knight. I wish that I could forget the horrors I wreaked in his service, but the memories of the dead are long, and we do not forget easily. My time in his service has left its mark on me, and I am forever changed.
I was sent to Archerus, to serve under Highlord Darion Mograine, when the Lich King betrayed us, his chosen warriors, and sent us in battle against the Argent Dawn... sent us to certain destruction.
As one we renounced our master, and became the Knights of the Ebon Blade. Many of us regained the memory of our former lives, while others simply gave into the rage that festers in our souls.
We seek now, some for the families we once had, others for vengeance against Arthas, and still others simply for some kind of life, and acceptance among the living. The road ahead is long, and hard, but we travel it now with determination.
The memory of the dead is long, and we do not easily forget....