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This was an insane plan and you knew it, but you felt compelled to do it. Ever since you saw him in battle that day on the Fields of Justice you had fallen in love with him-- well, it wasn't quite the battles. You had swooned over the way he fought, yes, but what had really cemented your devotion to him was that one moment-- he had just returned to the summoning platform to trade in his Boots of Speed, and as he was changing his footwear you caught a glimpse of his bare feet. You saw him smile and flex his toes before sliding his jet black feet into his new boots. A chill of excitement went up your spine, and you knew you were destined to serve him. You had spent days making a treacherous journey to the Shadow Isles in search of him. You had feared that it might be useless--did creatures like him even have homes? Or did they just... wander around from haunting to haunting?
But eventually you had come upon a ruined mausoleum, with his characteristic bluish green glow shining out from the windows. And as you approached, you could faintly hear his deep and ethereal laugh. A rush of excitement comes over you as you take your first steps past the mausoleum gate. You slowly walk up the twisting cobblestone path towards the building, past row after row of broken gravestones, until you finally come upon the huge stone doors, adorned with a giant metal knocker. You hesitantly lift your hand towards the handle of the knocker, your fingers twitching with anticipation.
But before you can even touch the knocker, the doors of the mausoleum fly open, and from out of the darkness within two spectral chains lash out and wrap around your torso, violently dragging you inside and flinging you down on the hard stone floor. As you struggle to get up, you see that right in front of you is a wooden table, and sitting with his feet up on that table, there he is. Thresh.
His glowing green eyes glare down on you from high above, his skeletal mouth twisted into an indignant scowl.
"What business have you at my torture chamber, worm?" he hisses.
You stare up at him for a few moments, struck speechless. But soon you remember your purpose, and fall to your knees.
"I've come to offer you.... a.... a trade, your Wardenship..." you stutter. He cocks an eyebrow at 'Wardenship'
"And what could a lowly mortal like you have to offer an undead madman?" he says with a smirk.
"My services as a mage, my loyalty, for life.... and even beyond that. Willingly."
"Hmm." Thresh is silent for a few moments. He flexes his toes as he's lost in thought. "I sense much magical power within you.... and a skilled sorcerer servant-for-eternity is a tempting offer indeed. But... you did say 'trade', not 'gift'. What would you dare to ask in return?"
This was the the moment. Your chance to get what you so desperately desired.
"Your feet, sir."
Thresh pauses. "Come again?"
"Your feet, o great Chain Warden... let me worship and play with your feet."
Thresh is silent for a few seconds, then starts to chuckle. His chuckle rises into a raucous laughter, a laughter that shakes the walls of the mausoleum and makes the chains around him rattle and shake. Eventually his laughter dies down, and summoning his chains once more, he picks you up by the arms and drags you across the table, nearer to him.... until his bare soles are mere inches from your face.
"That's a strange request, mortal. But I'd be a fool to turn away such an eager slave."
