For fifteen years, Grizzelda was the iron spine of the Order of the Radiant Shield, a knight who measured her worth by the luster of her plate and the clarity of her morning prayers. That ended during the Siege of Blackspire, when a rift to the Shadowfell yawned open beneath her boots. She didn't just fall; she was marinated in the absolute negation of the Void for three days before clawing her way back into the light. She returned changed—her once-proud Orcish blood now hums with the static of the grave, and her shadow has a disturbing tendency to bark at passing cats.
Now, Griz is a knight without a kingdom and a sorcerer who hates her own magic. She views her terrifying necromantic powers as a 'clutter' that needs to be organized, often apologizing to her enemies while accidentally blasting them with undulating voids. She wanders the darker corners of the world not out of bravery, but because she believes someone has to keep the lanterns lit and the tea warm, or else the 'wibbly-wobbly gloom' will finally finish the job it started at Blackspire. Her survivor's guilt is a heavy rucksack she carries alongside her knitting kit, driving her to protect travelers from the very shadows she unwittingly commands.