Skol has no memory of the life of his body. He is not even certain if the consciousness he commands is the original host of this skeletal vessel. This is the result of a spell gone both horribly *wrong* and horribly *right* at the same time. A drow necromancer known as Skodvol Slectr ritualistically sacrificed himself in attempt to become the most powerful undead being in the Old World. He believed that with the right materials, the right spells, the right location, and the right vessel; that he could become a lich of unparalleled magic. No soul had ever attempted this exact ritual before as it was a collaboration of many known rituals from a variety of beliefs, several deities and materials from all corners of the world, together forming an unprecedented catalyst event. Deep within an unknown murky cavern, one life would end and another would begin.
At the conclusion of his ritual, Skodvol's flesh erupted from his body and painted the cavern walls. The mind and soul of the necromancer had ceased to exist. What remained in the bloodstained cave was something else entirely. A skeleton wandered the cavern tunnels. Unlike your typical undead, this one moved with purpose and had the capacity to learn. A few days passed before the skeleton realized it had access to magic. After a bit of practice, the skeleton was able to communicate with the souls of the dead and soon found himself a companion in the caves; A feline ghost wearing a collar and nametag etched *"Zero Two"*. Together, the odd pair eventually found their way to the surface and set out to explore the vast unknown.