She is the undead leader of the Skirgaard forst giant tribe and commandant of the Storm Tyrant's training camp in Skiirgard
Skirkatla was born in the Tusk Mountains and seemed destined to be a jarl from Youth. Few frost giants from her generation demonstrated her degree of viciousness and cunning. Skirkatla often broke with tradition and custom, however, preferring victory by any means, whether in battle or other contests. This earned her many enemies, and she was eventually driven from her homeland southward to the Mindspin Mountain. Skirkatla founded her own tribe there, the Skirkatlings, and built the village of Skiirgard high upon the mountain plateau. Yet the queen could not ward off the passing of time, and she grew obsessed with retaining her power in her twilight years. To this end, she sought dark counselors—hags and tomb giants—to advise her.
After years of research the preparation, Skirkatla and the goddess’s emissaries enacted a perverse rituals. On a moonless night, the frost giant queen gorged herself on the flesh of her tribes captives (and her own consort), then immolated herself in a massive pyre to burn away the last of life’s limitations. Before her charred bones and blackened armor could cool amid the ashes, Skirkatla rose as a graveknight, an undying champion of terror.
But immortality came with a price. Skirkatla eventually lapsed into a lethargic torpor that has endured over the last century, and the strongest of her living tribe assumed command of the village in her absence. The frozen queen became an oracular whisperer in the darkness, rarely offering advice to her people.
The Storm Tyrant’s arrival changed changed all this. When Volstus spoke of the conquest of all Avistan and demonstrated his dominion over dragonkind and the sky itself, Skirkatla roused herself from her dead dreams. The two came to an accord and Skirkatala emerged from her tomb to take command of her people once more.