Griswold was born in the Deathlands, a tranquil yet lifeless undead realm. He started out as nothing more than a lowly halfling skeleton. The Deathlands were fraught with perils—zombies, liches, black knights, wraiths, and even his own kind, all of whom lurked as potential foes. Through the cunning strategy of feigning death, Griswold outlasted countless skeleton lords who once claimed dominion over the land. Until one day, he was summoned by the Dean of the Royal Academy of Magic and bound into servitude. It was from that moment onward that Griswold embarked on his path of ascension. Valiant and graceful sorceress matriarchs, six-winged seraphim, and diminutive succubi—all swore allegiance to him as his subjects! Yet for all that, he remained an immortal skeleton, a being whose sole obsession was power. None of these alluring temptations could ever divert him from his relentless pursuit of might.