Thresh paced his chambers idly, waiting for the arrival of those that the summoners told him to expect. It seemed that he was supposed to allow people to ask him questions....Very well. He would let them ask him....and, in the process, perhaps find his next plaything.

Thresh cackled evilly at that thought, just as the doors opened and the first of many entities approached. "Welcome to my chambers. Feel free to ask what you will...I won't bite."

Draven strides into the Warden's so called chamber. his presence exudes bravery, arrogance and confidence. He quickly pulls one of his seats from his pocket dimension and sits down.

I think someone though my Soul Reaver outfit was awesome and just wanted to flatter me...So go on...flatter me.

Pumpkin Raven walks into the chamber getting a chill, deep in his bones. "When I use your Daeth Sentence and you pull yourself to the victim, how do you do it? Do you command the chain to be shorter?" ((Congrats!))

Sona glides into Thresh's room on a pleasant but out place tune.She approaches the chain warden with a friendly smile, which again seems out of place given the atmosphere.

♪Hell there Thresh,♪ Her melodies started, ♪Forgive me for waiting so long to welcome you to the League. It seems I have been rather busy and so have you from the looks of it. Tell me, how does it feel to you to finally be a champion among us?♪

"Ah...Little Draven." A malign grin spread over Thresh's face. "I hadn't actually heard of you before I came to the League, but I know plenty about you now, mostly of your over-inflated ego. Oh, to be so full of yourself, just think of the day that all comes crashing down on you..." The spectre cackled, then returned to the subject at hand. "Soul Reaver, you say? Those summoners dress you up like a child's doll; it is but a mimicry of the powers that lie within the Shadow Isles. Unless, of course, you wish to join the unliving yourself..." Thresh spun his scythe by it's chain, tossing it up and grabbing it by the handle as it descended. "Your death won't take long."

((Thank you.))
"I do not need to command them to do anything. They are me, and I am the chains. They are just as much a part of me as my arms or legs. I guess...it's one of the perks of undeath." Thresh cackled.

"The maven of the strings, a pleasure to finally hear from you. Oh wait..." Thresh joked. "I wonder what would happen if your music were stolen from you..." He pondered for a moment, then returned to her question. "Yes, I have been....most busy indeed. I feel no different, but my crop of souls has expanded greatly. So many lives I can crush, so little time to do it..."

Mundo trundles into the room and see's Thresh. Hello, ghost guy! I'm Mundo! Mundo wondering, what kinds of pain you do to people? Seems like interesting subject! ((I also pass on my congratulations.))

(Thanks)
"Welcome, Madman of Zaun. I wonder, do you chose to speak that way, or has your experimentation dulled your intelligence as much as it has your senses?" Thresh thought. "And trust me, there are far worse things than pain. Pain is the tool of the inexperienced....There are far better ways to break the minds of the living..."

Warden. In life, *wheeze* what did you feel as you met your end, only to be reincarnated as your current state?

Mundo is Doctor! Mundo have perfect intelligence that very smart-ish! Mundo usually think cleaver is a good way to break brain. Don't you?

'What did I feel?" Thresh replied. "Anger. Rage. Hate. And...A longing for revenge. I would have traded my soul to make them all suffer..." He laughed lightly. "Seems I got my wish."

"Your very existence proves my point. You're a simpleton." Thresh replied bluntly.