Thresh
Once the keeper of forbidden knowledge, Thresh roamed the halls of arcane secrets, bound to duty on the Shadow Isles. But a force darker than death itself unshackled him, twisting his soul into something far more sinister. No longer mortal, he now drifts as a spectral predator, driven by a cruel brilliance. With wicked patience, he unravels his victims, body and soul, capturing their essence in his cursed lantern--where suffering knows no end, and torment stretches into forever.
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The Chronicle
Long ago, before the world forgot his name, Thresh was merely a man--troubled, yet loyal. He served as a warden for an ancient order sworn to protect arcane knowledge, hidden away on the Blessed Isles behind veils of pale, magical mist.
In time, his tireless service was rewarded. The order entrusted him with the vaults beneath Helia, a city built upon secrets. There, behind sealed doors, lay a hoard of dangerous relics. Thresh, with his meticulous mind and iron will, was the perfect choice. Yet even then, his cold nature and cruel streak had not gone unnoticed. No one could prove the dark rumors surrounding him, but few dared grow close.
His new post, isolated and deep in the earth, seemed designed to keep him from others--and from the recognition he craved. Years passed in shadow, his only companions the dim glow of his lantern-stave and the bitterness festering inside him. Resentment took root, and in the silence of those long corridors, it began to thrive.
Thresh's chance came cloaked in blood, when the veiling mists of the Blessed Isles were torn asunder by the armies of a mad king. Drawn by whispers of forbidden power, the invaders stormed the hidden shores--and Thresh, unshaken, welcomed the chaos.
The king sought to defy death itself, yearning to bring his queen back to life. Thresh, seeing the moment he had long awaited, offered his aid without hesitation. He led them through shadowed paths to the Waters of Life, a sacred place sealed away from all but the order's highest ranks. With warriors at his side, he watched in cold amusement as the guardians fell, their blood soaking the stone. For Thresh, it was vindication--a reward at last.
What happened next, only those present could ever truly know. As the lifeless queen touched the Waters, something unnatural stirred. A blast of dark energy erupted outward, swallowing Helia and racing across the Blessed Isles. The pale mists turned black, hungry and unnatural. Life was snuffed out in an instant, and yet no soul escaped--the dead remained, trapped in a half-existence, suspended between realms.
Thresh, too, was taken by the cataclysm. But where others wept and writhed in torment, he embraced it. In undeath, he found something he had never known in life--power without limits.
From the heart of the Ruination, Thresh emerged reborn--a wraith unbound by flesh, his twisted soul finally given form. No longer hindered by mortality or consequence, he embraced his new nature, savoring the endless torment he could now inflict without restraint.
As centuries passed, his ghostly form morphed to mirror the cruelty that had always burned within. While other spirits, even powerful ones like Hecarim and Ledros, faded into hollow echoes of their past selves, Thresh only grew stronger. The Black Mist gnawed at the rest--but it nourished him.
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He hunted with purpose, choosing victims not for ease, but for the depth of their suffering. He sought out the proud, the faithful, the unyielding--those whose fall would echo longest. Patient and cunning, he learned their secrets, stoked their fears, and unraveled them piece by piece. Only when they stood ruined, stripped of hope and haunted by loss, did his chains descend to claim them, dragging their broken souls into eternal captivity.
Death, in Thresh's grasp, offers no peace. Each soul he claims is torn free and sealed within his cursed lantern, condemned to witness every torment he inflicts, powerless and eternal.
Only once has that prison been broken.
Senna, a Sentinel of Light, fell to him in a forgotten vault steeped in ancient darkness. Her soul was taken, her death inevitable. But her husband, Lucian, could not let her go. He hunted Thresh across years, his grief sharpening into obsession, his rage fueling every step. Thresh watched with delight, savoring the torment he had sown.
Yet just as he prepared to finish the tale a furious strike shattered the lantern. Senna's spirit burst free, defying the fate Thresh had crafted.
Amused more than angered, he watched the reunited lovers. Their bond, powerful and raw, intrigued him. And so he let them have their moment--knowing it was merely a pause in a much longer game. The dance between shadow and light had only just begun.
Champion's relations
Now turning to Thresh's web of connections, we find a tale woven with betrayal, manipulation, and twisted bargains--relationships not built on trust, but on power and torment.
Once a warden of the Brotherhood of Dusk, hidden deep within the Blessed Isles, Thresh was among the first to fall when the Ruination struck Helia. But it was no accident--Thresh himself had guided Viego to the Waters of Life, setting in motion the cataclysm that would damn the isles. Their alliance, born of ambition, quickly soured. Thresh conspired with Gangplank behind Viego's back, and when Senna's soul slipped from his lantern, the rift widened. Viego cast him aside. Thresh, ever the schemer, siphoned the excess Black Mist flowing from Viego's madness, using it to sever his ties to the Shadow Isles. Free, and no longer a servant to death, he began his own game.
Thresh's cruelty struck deepest when he ensnared Senna, stealing her soul and sealing it away. Lucian, her grief-stricken husband, hunted him relentlessly. In Bilgewater, drawn by the Harrowing, Lucian learned of her fate--that she was still trapped within Thresh's lantern. In a twist of shadows and half-truths, Thresh offered Lucian information in exchange for a promised soul. But once Viego fell and Thresh was unbound, he came to collect his prize. The Sentinels, however, escaped. Now Lucian and Senna, reunited yet scarred, hunt Thresh with purpose, seeking to end the torment he spreads.
During the dark voyage chronicled in Ruined King, Thresh faced a band of unlikely allies--Ahri, Braum, Illaoi, Miss Fortune, Pyke, and Yasuo--as they sailed to the Shadow Isles to thwart the rising of Viego. Together, they stood against Thresh and Gangplank's efforts to awaken the fallen king, pushing back against the encroaching doom.
In a dark alliance, Thresh joined forces with Gangplank to resurrect Viego, hoping to wield the king's power to seize Bilgewater. But even in that partnership, Thresh played a longer game, always seeking more than conquest--he sought control over the chaos itself.
With quiet malice, Thresh tried to sway Ledros from his quest to save Kalista. The warden stole from him a silver pendant--an artifact of hope, a token to awaken Kalista's fading humanity. Whether by persuasion or theft, Thresh robbed him of it, tightening his grip on the souls trapped within the Mist.
Closing Words
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