Shadow Isles Invasion stg1: Demacia's Darkest Day.

"Oh god. Not these damn guys again..." Gillam muttered grimly. He had heard rumors of the champions from the Shadow Isles, and knew that they were a force to be reckoned with.

Gillam's grip around his lance was more firm this time. He held his buckler up to his side, and looked towards the cloudy sky. He noticed Galio flying towards the wall. At least help had arrived...and not a moment too soon.

Tahlem turns his head to Lucas and frowns. " Stand up straight, soldier. We may be getting stalked."

He then pointed to the walls, specifically at the chains. " See those?The chains. I only know one creature that uses chains for a weapon.... Thresh is in our city now. That am sure. " He sighed, lighting a lantern that was blown out. " Did you see any champion on their way? We will need some..assistance."

Galio had lost sight of Shyvana in their race towards the wall and there was no time to wait for her. Finally he had reach the limits of the city but just to find out a scene that could just be compared to a really bad nightmare.

The bodies of the guardsmen, or whatever was left of them, were hanging from multiple chains. It had been a complete massacre and the scene left was just hard to observe. The gargoyle closed his eyes for a second to pray for the victims before deciding to go and land in front of a group of soldiers.

He recognized immediately the general Tahlem between them and noticed how the glow of his body made it too hard to look at him directly but he decided to keep it active in order to not let the fog swallow them again.

"General, what... what exactly happened here?" Asked Galio while taking a quick look to the horrible stage again.

The question was mostly to see if the general any extra information, since the sentinel's sorrow already knew who was the culprit behind this attack and by the behavior of the mist, he could tell it wouldn't be the last one.

No matter what, he would stop the chain warden.

Tahlem took a step back in surprise when Galio landed in front of him. He was glowing brightly He quickly recovered and did a short bow. The area around them lit up brightly from his arrival, giving them assurance Thresh was gone." Sentinel, greetings. From what i was hearing up here and from the...evidence. I believe thresh has entered our city for...well. I really can't guess why. Soul harvesting perhaps." He frowned. This is not good...he could kill many people before being caught...if he is even caught.

" And i doubt he is done. I have sent a Sergeant to rouse the military, we will not let another massacre happen."


Tahlem hears Prince Jarvan and turns to him. Thank the gods, all the champions that reside here will truly be a big help. He gives a bow and stands at attention to give what he knows of the situation.

" I do not know my'Lord. The mist was heavy, we could barely see a foot in front of us. At first we thought nothing of it... He some how got upon the rafters and...well. This is the result. He may still be in the city. I had a man rouse the entirety of the guard."

As if to reinforce his statement a contingent of 20 men arrived at the scene, each uttering something under their breath of the scene. It was quite a gruesome thing done in a short amount of time. The captain comes forward and salutes.

" My lords, every man is able and ready. We have the streets locked down with patrols. Though the mist really hinders our searches...and a few men have gone missing already..." He trailed off.

Jarvan nods. "Yes we must find that thing." He stands proud in front of the men and pounds his spear on the ground. "Men! This creature is running rampant in OUR home! I have fought it on the fields of justice and it is savage indeed, but do not let this discourage you. It looks to take your mothers, your lovers, your children from you! Will you let it?! NO! You men will fight, you will protect your home. Light as many lanterns as you can! Do not let anyone leave their homes for their own safety. Travel in groups, look out for one another. We will prevail!"

He then beats his fist against his chest. "FOR DEMACIA!"

With a sigh of exasperation, Thresh held out his sickle at arm's length to let the gore slathering its surface to run back down onto its previous occupant. It was one function of Shadow Isles Silver that could be appreciated, certainly. The same functionality could not hold for the blood dribbling down onto the maimed patrolman at his feet, shuddering as vital fluids oozed from his bisected trunk. His fellows lay about him in the streets, at least a full section caught off guard in the mists and slain through a combination of scythe-work and ally-inflicted injuries.

"Is this the best you can offer me, Demacia?" Thresh wondered aloud as the Lantern gave a soft shimmer. "Keepsakes, the lot of them..." A collective rasping shudder tore through the fallen warriors of Demacia, eyes glazing over as the were-light of the Lantern shone ever brighter. Ghastly green after-images of sorts were drawn out from the then corpses, a final choking protest of horror, then dead silence. In the grim stillness that followed, Thresh barely paid a notice to the condensing wisps as they were drawn towards the Lantern.

"The blasted Nightmare had best capitalize upon this..." the Warden muttered to himself, then turning back to the corpses strewn about. His orders had been to sow chaos and disarray throughout the city, and already there seemed to be a bit of a ruckus where he had entered. But it would not be sufficient; he needed the entire city in an uproar, he needed rioting in the streets, he needed a city, no, a nation paralyzed in fear! And he had just the thing.

"A shame to see them go, really," Thresh noted as he began to flip through the heavy ring of keys upon his belt. For weeks he had been fine tuning his new set of playthings, adding more to their number while he awaited the fateful day. A wicked cackle escaped from Thresh as he at last withdrew the proper key, fitting it into one of the many locks adorning the Lantern. As the key turned in place, the lamp shuddered slightly as a bright flare of light shone for an instant. When it was still again, Thresh gleefully removed the capping piece and upended the foul implement.

Howling, shrieking souls of both the long and recently departed spilled forth from within, a corps of the damned that Thresh affectionately referred to as the 'Works in Progress'. Madmen, deranged murders, the mentally unstable were they, their madness finely tempered by Thresh's repeated and prolonged torments. Like an unholy tempest, the souls of the doomed swirled about in a maddening flurry before seeming to realize their master's intent. As Thresh's laughter reached a fever pitch, the 'Works in Progress' descended upon the now vacant bodies and merged once more with flesh and blood.

"Yes, yes...!" Thresh screeched to the night sky as his undead horde shambled to their feet, still as grotesque and misshapen as the moment they fell before the Warden's scythe. Their souls were still bound to his will through the Lantern's influence, but Thresh had no intention of sticking around to watch over his charges. As he began to dissolve into the murky mist once more, Thresh reinserted his key into the chosen lock of the Lantern and twisted it back into position with a resounding 'chunk!'.

As one, the company of renewed patrolmen let out a cacophonous shriek, shattering the night like glass. The Warden's pets, raving madmen every last one of them, had been unleashed upon the city, with more to come as souls of the tormented surged through the night in search of fresh corpses to inhabit. To many an observer, it would appear as though the Demacian guards had turned upon themselves. All the better to buy the Warden further time to carry out his grim work...