Cling Clang Go The Chains

Thresh walked into the infirmary, glancing behind the curtains to see each patient. He knew exactly where she was, but the look on their faces when they think death has finally come for them was priceless to Thresh. He would laugh at them, hold up his faintly glowing lantern, even rub his chains against his scythe, just to get a reaction out of them. Finally, he decided enough was enough as he made his way to Soraka's bed. Pulling back the curtain, he focused his attention on the Starchild.

"Well, I’m at least glad that you’re feeling better. I wouldn’t want all the souls I lost to go to waste. That was quite the hefty amount of souls you used up. But I would say that in the end it was worth it." He said, nodding. "And you’re magic returning is a good sign. You’ll feel better faster that way. But I suppose we’ll have to look for alternatives to healing for awhile, won’t we?" He laughed, grasping her hand a bit tighter.

"I think suing Diana is the last thing on my mind." Again, the Starchild couldn’t keep herself from laughing softly. The pain in her ribs was still present, but she managed to ignore it, glad to have Thresh cracking jokes "You’re doing wonderfully, my friend." She said, leaning back against the headboard of the bed "I am truly glad to have you here. I have not truly laughed like that for a long time."

Thresh laughed. "I'm not the best lawyer anyways. I only win in those cases because lawyers without their souls aren't too good at their job!" Thresh cackled, slapping his knee. After settling down a bit, he looked back at his friend. "I'm glad that a creature as horrifying as myself can make some one laugh."

Thresh walked into the infirmary, glancing behind the curtains to see each patient. He knew exactly where she was, but the look on their faces when they think death has finally come for them was priceless to Thresh. He would laugh at them, hold up his faintly glowing lantern, even rub his chains against his scythe, just to get a reaction out of them. Finally, he decided enough was enough as he made his way to Soraka's bed. Pulling back the curtain, he focused his attention on the Starchild.

Thresh let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “I didn’t want to interrupt you and Diana. She wouldn’t let me near you anyways. Not many people trust me, you know.” Thresh states as he walks over to the chair by her bed. He sits down, laying his tools on the ground. “How have you been feeling?” He asks, grabbing a nearby clipboard and putting on some glasses. “Anything I should know about?” He jokes, writing down jibberish on his clipboard.

Soraka couldn’t help but laugh as Thresh began to scribble all over the clipboard, shaking her head slightly.

"Well, I'm at least glad that you're feeling better. I wouldn't want all the souls I lost to go to waste. That was quite the hefty amount of souls you used up. But I would say that in the end it was worth it." He said, nodding. "And you're magic returning is a good sign. You'll feel better faster that way. But I suppose we'll have to look for alternatives to healing for awhile, won't we?" He laughed, grasping her hand a bit tighter.

Thresh walked into the infirmary, glancing behind the curtains to see each patient. He knew exactly where she was, but the look on their faces when they think death has finally come for them was priceless to Thresh. He would laugh at them, hold up his faintly glowing lantern, even rub his chains against his scythe, just to get a reaction out of them. Finally, he decided enough was enough as he made his way to Soraka's bed. Pulling back the curtain, he focused his attention on the Starchild.

Thresh let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "I didn't want to interrupt you and Diana. She wouldn't let me near you anyways. Not many people trust me, you know." Thresh states as he walks over to the chair by her bed. He sits down, laying his tools on the ground. "How have you been feeling?" He asks, grabbing a nearby clipboard and putting on some glasses. "Anything I should know about?" He jokes, writing down jibberish on his clipboard.

The Mages had confined a space within the Medical Ward for Soraka's body. She had slipped into a comatose state shortly after falling unconscious after her encounter with Diana. It had been several days and, while stable, the Mages had not been able to fully revive her. Her vicious wounds had been mended and her internal injuries had all been set and healed by the most competent healers they could find other than herself. Now they could only wait and make sure things didn't get any worse.

"That’s the difficult part, Soraka. Waking you up without any help from you would drain my power, power I don’t have to give." Thresh explained. He looked down in thought. His eyes widened as he looked up. "But there is a way to get you the energy. It would cost a lot of my own, but the souls in my lantern should provide enough energy to revive you."

Soraka watched the walls rise, and watch the souls rush towards her. The sudden rush of energy was unexpected, and painful, but she did her best to keep from crying out. She could feel the hold of this…place releasing, and for the first time since her battle, she felt strong. 

Thresh fell to one knee, panting as the bright glow around him dissipated. He stayed like that for a few moments before very carefully rising to his feet once more. Though viably weaker, Thresh smiled, laughing lightly to himself as he turned around and made his way back the way he came. The way out was where he had first come in, and he decided not to waste time. He walked with visible difficulty, but on he trekked, looking around at the darkness that his weakly glowing lantern could not fully illuminate. Thresh sighed, enjoying the darkness before spying the portal he entered from.

The Mages had confined a space within the Medical Ward for Soraka's body. She had slipped into a comatose state shortly after falling unconscious after her encounter with Diana. It had been several days and, while stable, the Mages had not been able to fully revive her. Her vicious wounds had been mended and her internal injuries had all been set and healed by the most competent healers they could find other than herself. Now they could only wait and make sure things didn't get any worse.

"Ah, so there you are, Starchild. My greetings." Thresh bows, before locking eye contact again. "I would ask how you are feeling, but I am fairly certain I know exactly how you’re feeling." Thresh looked around the room, before looking at her again. "You were fairly…damaged by your last fight with the Lunari, weren’t you?"

"You speak as if I choose to stay here." The Starchild said, wrapping her arms around herself tightly "When I lost consciousness, I was plummeted into this…place. It’s like a maze in here, and I can’t find my way out. I’ve been trying…I’ve been fighting to get back to the surface, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t find my way out on my own."

"That's the difficult part, Soraka. Waking you up without any help from you would drain my power, power I don't have to give." Thresh explained. He looked down in thought. His eyes widened as he looked up. "But there is a way to get you the energy. It would cost a lot of my own, but the souls in my lantern should provide enough energy to revive you."

The Mages had confined a space within the Medical Ward for Soraka's body. She had slipped into a comatose state shortly after falling unconscious after her encounter with Diana. It had been several days and, while stable, the Mages had not been able to fully revive her. Her vicious wounds had been mended and her internal injuries had all been set and healed by the most competent healers they could find other than herself. Now they could only wait and make sure things didn't get any worse.

Thresh perked up. “Ah, so she is here. Do not worry, Soraka. I will find you.” Thresh continued down the hall way, moving past the trees and lingering broken pieces, as he finally came upon an open area, quite large and barely lit. “I assume this is the area you are lingering in. This may not be the last area you stood, but I assume you would be pulled to this area all the same. Let’s try this.”

The souls scattered through the room, seeping into the walls and the surrounding darkness as they obeyed Thresh’s command and frantically searched for the Starchild. The silence that had been dominant in Soraka’s mind was broken by their murmurs, which grew into wails as they converged on something.

"Ah, so there you are, Starchild. My greetings." Thresh bows, before locking eye contact again. "I would ask how you are feeling, but I am fairly certain I know exactly how you're feeling." Thresh looked around the room, before looking at her again. "You were fairly...damaged by your last fight with the Lunari, weren't you?"

The Mages had confined a space within the Medical Ward for Soraka's body. She had slipped into a comatose state shortly after falling unconscious after her encounter with Diana. It had been several days and, while stable, the Mages had not been able to fully revive her. Her vicious wounds had been mended and her internal injuries had all been set and healed by the most competent healers they could find other than herself. Now they could only wait and make sure things didn't get any worse.

Thresh looked around the seemingly empty space. “Ah, I see. It’s like that is it? You soul and mind are on the brink. It’s not the first time I’ve seen a mind like this…” Thresh raised his lantern, revealing a white mist covering the ground, the only thing contrasting against the pitch black darkness. “I have found people in their darkest reaches of their minds, and I can certainly do it again.” Thresh began his march forward, his lantern casting a green glow into the darkness.

The darkness slowly started to form into a hallway splattered with blood and crushed rock as the more vivid memories of the Starchild’s “final moments” rebuilt themselves in her mind. Things were distorted though. Dark trees seemed to grow through the stone itself, branches clawing at the darkness like an evil animal. Remnants of her memories of her sacred grove, perhaps?

Thresh perked up. "Ah, so she is here. Do not worry, Soraka. I will find you." Thresh continued down the hall way, moving past the trees and lingering broken pieces, as he finally came upon an open area, quite large and barely lit. "I assume this is the area you are lingering in. This may not be the last area you stood, but I assume you would be pulled to this area all the same. Let's try this."

The Mages had confined a space within the Medical Ward for Soraka's body. She had slipped into a comatose state shortly after falling unconscious after her encounter with Diana. It had been several days and, while stable, the Mages had not been able to fully revive her. Her vicious wounds had been mended and her internal injuries had all been set and healed by the most competent healers they could find other than herself. Now they could only wait and make sure things didn't get any worse.

There was no response from Soraka as Thresh invaded her mind with his presence. The Starchild’s mind was a black expanse of nothingness, stretching on seemingly forever as she laid in her comatose state. It was empty, and only barely alive.

Thresh looked around the seemingly empty space. "Ah, I see. It's like that is it? You soul and mind are on the brink. It's not the first time I've seen a mind like this..." Thresh raised his lantern, revealing a white mist covering the ground, the only thing contrasting against the pitch black darkness. "I have found people in their darkest reaches of their minds, and I can certainly do it again." Thresh began his march forward, his lantern casting a green glow into the darkness.

"Failing to speak, Sona? You were always so talkative with the other champions.What makes me any different?" He questioned, sitting down next to her, letting the sun reach her body once more.

He knocked upon her door, and waited. Thresh had patience, that was one thing he learned he must have in this immortal life of his. He heard some shuffling in the room, and footsteps leading to the door. He straitened up, and waited for the door to swing open. When it did, he raised his lantern, illuminating her face in it's green glow. "Hello, Starchild. May I come in?"

Thresh closed his arms around her. “Of course, Soraka. What are friends for?” He chuckled to himself. He squeezed lightly and held it for a good minute, before he let go and stared down at her. “I bet you thought these flames had a heat to them, huh?” He commented, laughing to himself.

Soraka nodded, looking down at her hands as Thresh sat her on the bed. She had lost sight of that light what felt like a long time ago..and the Warden was urging her to find it once more. He wanted her to have hope, to press on and keep living despite everything that had happened. He didn’t even know the full story. 

Thresh cackled to himself. "Ah, whether it's my lantern or the souls within it, I do have my times of almost mortal qualities. Don't tell the others though, I don't want them thinking that any part of me is sane!" He laughed again, patting Soraka on the back. "I'm glad you'll try. Never quit, or you'll just end up like the souls in my jail. Always without hope and waiting for a end that will never come. Don't end up like them."

"Failing to speak, Sona? You were always so talkative with the other champions.What makes me any different?" He questioned, sitting down next to her, letting the sun reach her body once more.

He knocked upon her door, and waited. Thresh had patience, that was one thing he learned he must have in this immortal life of his. He heard some shuffling in the room, and footsteps leading to the door. He straitened up, and waited for the door to swing open. When it did, he raised his lantern, illuminating her face in it's green glow. "Hello, Starchild. May I come in?"

Thresh looked at the watch again. “When I first looked, the watch read 10:32. It wasn’t your Eleventh Hour, but it was definitely close. I’m happy to say it’s been lowered since my arrival. You’re standing at 8:12, which is still rather bad, but it’s definitely an improvement.” He explained, closing the watch.

The Starchild had wrapped her arms around herself as Thresh spoke, seeking some form of comfort as the subject of what she had been going through came up. She had to admit that she had never felt this way before…this vast amount of helplessness and depression she felt running through her system had nearly pushed her over the edge a short time ago, as Thresh’s pocket watch had revealed.

Thresh closed his arms around her. "Of course, Soraka. What are friends for?" He chuckled to himself. He squeezed lightly and held it for a good minute, before he let go and stared down at her. "I bet you thought these flames had a heat to them, huh?" He commented, laughing to himself.

The Fair Maiden (FoJ Open)

He knocked upon her door, and waited. Thresh had patience, that was one thing he learned he must have in this immortal life of his. He heard some shuffling in the room, and footsteps leading to the door. He straitened up, and waited for the door to swing open. When it did, he raised his lantern, illuminating her face in it's green glow. "Hello, Starchild. May I come in?"

Thresh laughed as well, standing up and walking over to the window.” Don’t focus on death, Starchild. Nor should you worry about it. As you can see, there is life after death. It never seems to end, always going on in some form or another. Don’t fear death, focus on the life you already have before it is gone.”

Soraka’s slight happiness seemed to disappear as Thresh mentioned the reason he had come to visit her in the first place. Recently, she had been on the verge of collapse, and by locking herself in her room, she had hoped to avoid bringing anyone else into her problems. This was something she had caused, and was something that she alone had to deal with.

Thresh looked at the watch again. "When I first looked, the watch read 10:32. It wasn't your Eleventh Hour, but it was definitely close. I'm happy to say it's been lowered since my arrival. You're standing at 8:12, which is still rather bad, but it's definitely an improvement." He explained, closing the watch.

He knocked upon her door, and waited. Thresh had patience, that was one thing he learned he must have in this immortal life of his. He heard some shuffling in the room, and footsteps leading to the door. He straitened up, and waited for the door to swing open. When it did, he raised his lantern, illuminating her face in it's green glow. "Hello, Starchild. May I come in?"

Thresh laughed. “Oh Soraka. You think of me as a busy being? Being undead has opened many doors for me, to be honest. You never have to worry about time. You have all the time in the world to get things done. The souls in my jail aren’t going anywhere for a long time, and so I can take time to do whatever I want. I wouldn’t go so far as to say you should try it. Being undead isn’t the best thing in the world. Not dying is nice, but you miss a lot of things from being alive.” Thresh explained.

Soraka let out a slightly embarrassed laugh “I guess that ever since I have turned mortal, I have spent a lot of time focusing on…well..time. It is a bad habit, but having the prospect of death looming on the horizon causes some to get a little antsy, at least.” 

Thresh laughed as well, standing up and walking over to the window." Don't focus on death, Starchild. Nor should you worry about it. As you can see, there is life after death. It never seems to end, always going on in some form or another. Don't fear death, focus on the life you already have before it is gone."

He knocked upon her door, and waited. Thresh had patience, that was one thing he learned he must have in this immortal life of his. He heard some shuffling in the room, and footsteps leading to the door. He straitened up, and waited for the door to swing open. When it did, he raised his lantern, illuminating her face in it's green glow. "Hello, Starchild. May I come in?"

"I am very sorry to hear that, Starchild. I hope you can find it within yourself to move past what is bothering you. Do try to take care of yourself though. While many need healing, they can’t get it without the healer, and you seem to be on a downhill slope." Thresh says, glancing down at his pocket watch again.

Soraka nodded, letting out another slightly strained laugh “You would think that. Though one too many Summoners have seemed to complain that I was more than an annoyance to the other teams when I left the bottom lane.” The Starchild shrugged slightly, leaning back in her chair with a sigh “Perhaps they will see fit to bring me back to my former power someday, but I can only hope.”

Thresh laughed. "Oh Soraka. You think of me as a busy being? Being undead has opened many doors for me, to be honest. You never have to worry about time. You have all the time in the world to get things done. The souls in my jail aren't going anywhere for a long time, and so I can take time to do whatever I want. I wouldn't go so far as to say you should try it. Being undead isn't the best thing in the world. Not dying is nice, but you miss a lot of things from being alive." Thresh explained.