I had a desire to play around with an evil sort of character, and this is the thing I came up with - a Cervine death knight. I'm quite happy with the armor for this, as well as his mount.

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The cervine homeland lies in ruins. Little remains of their sprawling, twisting woodland cities and their race lies broken, a shadow of its former power and might. Some of the once noble defenders of these sacred woodlands would stop at nothing to defend their homeland. As the last of their cities burned, and their comrades died, the last surviving members of the Knights of the Shimmerbough, desperate to hold on to whatever they could, made a damnable deal. Casting off the shackles of their Fae-born heritage, and donning new, ghastly armor, they made a pact... little is known of who gave them their new, unholy power, but all of the knights and their steeds, including ones slain on Battlefields long ago, rose to a new, darker calling. They sliced through their enemies with great vigor, their glassy, cracked visages burned into the minds of any who crossed their paths, as their comrades rose from the dead to fight alongside their new masters - but their blades did not only fall on their enemies...

The relief that came from the last of the Cervine nobility was short-lived, as their saviors became their executioners. Their tears of joy quickly turned to wails of anguish, as they felt soul-cutting blades cut into their bodies. Almost all of the Cervine holdouts in the inner woodlands were laid waste to by these once noble-defenders, with the monsters killing many of those who had once been friends, or even family - the men slaughtered their surviving wives, brothers, sisters, parents, and children without mercy. The spilled blood of these abominable deeds would corrupt the land for time immeasurable, the once-mighty, magical trees of their homeland becoming cursed, bleeding plants, as even the ground itself seemed to rot and die. Now, these unnatural wraiths haunt the lands they once swore to protect, an embodiment of their failures. None who still draw breathe are safe from the accursed, shadowy power of the Knights of the Sorrowbough...