Once a member of long lost order of knights, Ignias was a warrior in his mortal life, but his piety and devotion to Sigmar sparked in his darkest hours. Steel Vigil, the knightly order Ignias was a part of, guarded the roads and cities in Shyish and it was one of these vigils that proved fateful for Ignias.
They were protecting a caravan of refugees from a razed settlement, poor innocents scared for life by the screams of the damned and their fallen friends. But Nighthaunt who raised the settlement were bid by their master Nagash to bring forth the rest of the souls that managed to escape and soon the rattling of chains and cacophony of agonised screams caught up to the caravan. The city was close, but the foes were plenty and the fighting was brutal. Ignias, along with many others stood rear guard while the rest of their order rushed the refugees to the safety of city walls. Ignias blade found very little purchase against corporeal gheists, he fought on, knowing that this stand was only way to save those who they'd sworn to protect.
The battle was grim and slowly but surely did members of Steel Vigil began to fall, new gheists clawing their way to them overwhelming them. Ignias kept on fighting, and prayed for his dear life for light to aid him in this darkest hour. A streak of celestial light torn through the darkened skies, as Ignias heard a single, thunderous word. "FIGHT." weapons of the remaining knights and Ignias ignited lightning and began to carve through the Nighthaunt with ease. But the battle was not yet won. Leader of the tormented, a Knight of Shrouds rushed to meet Ignias and with accursed blade, stole years from Ignias with every strike.
Eventually, Ignias was withered away and his comrades defeated. But refugees were saved and before all faded to black, Ignias felt as someone reached out for his very soul and the aftermath of the battle shuddered with bolts of lightning.
After reforging, Ignias earned the rank of a Lord Relictor, guiding his brothers and sisters through their darkest hours and sharing Sigmar's light and wisdom when needed. But to remember the cost he paid, his helmet remained withered away, black as death. As in mortal life, he remained stoic in face of adversary but the toll of many reforgings can be seen on him. He seems always tired, but stands tall. For others, for Sigmar... And for himself.