Rumors of the Gravedigger

A long time ago, a rumor was spread throughout Valoran of a powerful being, almost like a necromancer, seen in the Shadow Isles willing to lend his power to those who find him. Many have ventured but never returned due to the hostile unknown powers that lie in the isles. Undead Hunter, Lucian, claims that this "rumor" should not be taken lightly before more become lost within the isles. Regardless, many continue to venture...

This is the story of three sons, triplets, born and raised in the hard lands of Noxus. They were born to a poor family, considered weak to the proud nation. After 18 years of life their parents left them on their own, not by choice, but by force. The three brothers lived amongst the the poor on the streets, they did not bother joining the Noxian Army due to their malnutrition. The brothers were miserable, they were nothing, and they were desperate...

When news of the rumor broke throughout Valoran, the three were the first on the way to the Isles. Stealing a small boat, the brothers sailed until reaching the island. Armed with only the paddles of the boat, the three cautiously entered the Isles, yet found it very quiet. There was a distinct sign of any life as if the entire island was frozen. The boys gave up within a few hours worth of searching and returned to their row boat with a shock. A large hunched man was sitting in it.

The brothers shuffled closer gripping their paddles as tight as they could, the man turned slowly as they got closer. His skin was green, possibly rotting, a lantern was connected to his back, but didn't show where, and the markings on his shovel glowed with power. He looked the brothers straight in the eyes, a blank gaze almost petrifying them. The man said slowly, "I am the gravedigger of these isles, what is it that you most desire?"

The brothers glanced at each other, three of them, three wishes. All their problems could be solved right here, right now. The eldest thought for a while, the poverty in Noxus, the pain he endured on the streets, the loss of his parents. All of this because of the arrogance of Noxus. "The destruction of Noxus." The gravedigger chuckled, "I will not destroy a nation, but I will give you the power to do so."

The eldest brother looked around, he was suddenly back on the streets of Noxus except without his brothers. He looked at his reflection on a nearby well. He was pale white, still thin, but he felt more swift, stronger. He looked around himself to figure out his location. He was at the capital, a short distance away from the ruler, Darius. The eldest felt a surge of power through his arms and legs. Instantly he charged into the capital, killing a guard with his bare hands and taking his sword. Attention grew, soon he was overpowered by the amount of guards and was soon killed with a sword through the heart.

Back at the isles, a white ghoul rose from the ground and joined the gravedigger on the boat. The ghoul looked at the other two brothers with distant eyes but the brothers looked away. The second brother began to think about his wish. Perhaps if he had powers like the gravedigger-no better powers than the gravedigger, he could finally join society as one with strength. "Power beyond yours gravedigger."

The gravedigger nodded with a smirk on his face, the second brother was teleported back to Noxus, the capital where eldest was before. The second brother felt fuller, stronger, but looking at his reflection in the well he was as green as the gravedigger. Flies began to gather around the boy. Within a few minutes, just as the brother made his way to sign up for the army, he bursted. He simply exploded on spot leaving rotting chunks in the area. Power in him built up to the point of exploding.

At the isles, a green ghoul rose and looked at the last brother, the youngest. The last thought for a while, how he was always dependent on others, he was the youngest, so he had less of a say when it came to decisions between the three. "I wish I was finally independent from others." The gravedigger sent him to Noxus without hesitation.

The brother looked around him, his vision was tinted red and a surge of hunger grew through him. He ran to a nearby stand ignoring the shopkeeper and began feasting on the produce. The shopkeeper was armed with a sword and landed a stab to the boy's vitals. He didn't die. He continued eating while the keeper continued to stab him. Soon the brother finished the cart of food. He was still hungry. The shopkeeper was confused, angry, and terrified, he ran to the capital and requested a group of guards. As they approached the son, they attacked. But the boy began doing unspeakable things. His hunger brought him to the point of feasting on the guards. But he could not consume fast enough and was killed being severed into multiple pieces.

A third ghoul rose onto the boat with the other two ghouls. The gravedigger chuckled, the ghoul was colored red.

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~The gravedigger paddled the boat to a familiar tomb inscribed with the name MORI. He stood by it, his shovel dimming. "I've used the extent of my power to claim my apprentices," he said, turning to the three ghouls. "Now I must make use of them."

You will remember Yorick Mori