Keeper of the Sands Thresh

Imagine, if you will, the manual labour of shurima, the manpower needed to create it. To create this, you need wardens

Thresh can fulfill nicely

He uses a whip, the cat of nine tails, and wields a shuriman artifact, a sun disc, as a way to light the catacombs he patrols

His death sentence wraps around the unlucky, all 9 ends clasping the victim as he tears it's flesh.

He drops his light, and the wick burns out slowly, as he goads allies to join

He flicks his wrist and others follow the light's call, while he himself leaps towards the damned.

He flays their raw flesh, still stinging from the whip, and now impacted by the coarse rope which bind his tools together, while he finally lays the foundation of his toy's demise, the desert's storms have created a pen, which only one option lies.

They must brave the desert's force, and let their flesh be consumed by the burning sands.