Thresh himself was among the first to be claimed… but while others screamed in anguish at their fate, he reveled in it. Every living thing in its path perished in an instant, and yet their spirits could not move on, caught in a horrifying new existence somewhere between life and death. Only those who were there could say what truly occurred when the king lowered the lifeless corpse of his wife into the Waters, but the aftermath would shake the whole of Runeterra.Ī catastrophic blastwave of dark energy surged outward, engulfing Helia and spreading rapidly across the rest of the Blessed Isles, and the white mist that had once protected them turned black and predatory. Finally, he believed, he would get what he had long deserved. Now, with the king’s greatest warriors at his back, Thresh laughed as the guardians of that sacred place were cut down before him. None but the most senior members of the order had ever been permitted to enter the hidden catacomb that housed the Waters. The invading king was obsessed with resurrecting his dead queen-and Thresh willingly led him to the fabled Waters of Life. Secretly, Thresh delighted in the slaughter that followed. His moment of opportunity came when the armies of a mad king managed to pierce the veiling mists, and arrived unbidden upon the shores of the Blessed Isles. Solitary years in the darkness took their toll, and Thresh grew ever more bitter and jealous as he patrolled the long halls with his lantern-stave, and only his own resentful thoughts for company. It became clear he had been given a job that kept him away from others, preventing him from gaining the recognition he felt he deserved. While it had not yet manifested in murderous ways-at least, none that could be proven-he was shunned by many. Incredibly strong-willed and methodical, Thresh was well suited to such work… but even then, his penchant for cruelty had been noted by his brethren.
It was there that a vast, secret collection of dangerous artifacts was kept under lock and key. The masters of the order acknowledged Thresh’s long years of service, and tasked him with the custodianship of certain hidden vaults beneath the city of Helia. This order was established on the Blessed Isles, which were hidden and protected from the outside world by magical pale mists.
In an age history has all but forgotten, he was a lowly warden of an order devoted to the gathering and protection of arcane knowledge. The horrifying specter now known as Thresh was once a simple, if troubled, man.
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