The Skel Revenants were a chilling manifestation of necromancy’s darkest art, twisted remnants of the once-living Skel who roamed the Wildlands. Spawned by the corruptive magic of Mophedus, the underworld where death’s shadow loomed eternal, these undead beings were driven by an insatiable hatred for the living and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. While the living Skel were once proud and resourceful survivors, the Skel Revenant embodied a vile perversion of their former selves, retaining their cunning but replacing vitality with an unnatural malevolence.

Centuries ago, the sorcerer Xarnath, a disciple of Mophedus, sought to amass an army that defied mortality. He turned his foul magic against the Skel, who were then revered as fierce guardians of their tribal lands. Through unholy rituals conducted under eclipsed moons, Xarnath wrenched the spirits of fallen Skel from the Beyond, anchoring them to decayed bodies animated by the necrotic power of Mophedus. This dark spell forever severed these creatures from the peace of the afterlife, condemning them to eternal unrest.

The Revenant Skel bore a horrifying appearance—weathered bones blackened by corruption, their hollow eye sockets aglow with eerie green flames. Rusted remnants of the tribal armor they once wore clung to their twisted frames, serving as grim reminders of their past lives.

Unlike mindless undead, they possessed sharp intellect and a fiendish ability to coordinate their attacks, making them formidable adversaries. Their presence carried an aura of despair, wilting nearby flora and poisoning the very air with the scent of decay.

These creatures prowled desolate regions of the Wildlands. They thrived in dead forests, their bone-clawed feet crunching over withered leaves and barren branches. Near rancid bogs, they waited silently beneath the toxic waters, ambushing unwary travelers. Many also inhabited the Everdeep, a sprawling subterranean network where shadows ruled. Caverns within the Everdeep echoed with their whispers, and their haunting wails lured the foolish deeper into labyrinthine horrors.

Legends warned that slaying a Skel Revenant was no simple task; unless their spirit was banished back to Mophedus, they would rise again, fueled by an even greater hatred for the living.