Lore Update
//So, now that I’ve had the pleasure of reviewing the updates to the Shadow Isles lore( @annekaretnikov Thank you for the link.), I decided that it would be appropriate for Kruul to have a revamp of his lore, so I did some work this evening. You can preview the new lore on: my blog sub-page for the lore, Kruul’s forum thread(euw, eune, na), or on this very post. Feedback would be appreciated.
"Jailors can be mad,...but the prisoners they torment are even madder." - Thresh
Kruularion's oldest origins are unknown. The earliest sightings of the being were from milenia ago, when he was a trickster spirit, who moved around the entire world of Runeterra. He loved doing mischieful, but harmless pranks to people, bringing joyous times wherever he went. Children all over really enjoyed his company, considering him their friend, as he did them. In truth the being's very existence was fueled by the life and liveliness of the world.
His life was a blast, until a warlock with immense power and even greater desires, heard of Kruularion and his way of existence, which gave him an idea on how to achieve one of his desires - immortality.
One day Kruularion had caught wind of a little girl's cries for help, amplified by magic. He immediately went to intervene, happening upon the warlock, holding the girl captive. Her terrified pleading gaze was the last he remembered from his old life, for at the next moment the warlock slid the girl’s throat.
Enraged by that the spirit charged at him, only to be bound by a rune trap carved into the ground, and filled with the child's blood. Performing a necromantic ritual mixed with one of binding and amplifying the combination with his power, the warlock harnessed the spirit into his body. Kruularion was to keep him alive, for as long as he existed, and that would be for as long as there was life, which formed a very sick and twisted symbiosis, supposed to last eternally, preserving the warlock from the touch of time, diseases and healing any physical wound he would suffer .
The spirit thrashed within its new prison, attempting to escape, but his tries were in vain as the warlock's own soul kept him under lock and key, forcing itself into Kruularion's essence.
The warlock had used his newfound trait to wreck havoc upon the land, slaughtering thousands and using their souls to empower his arcane powers. Ever since the first soul that was absorbed into the combined being the warlock and Kruularion now were, the spirit, slowly but certainly losing his sense of joy and compassion, had sworn to one day destroy the man and every single end of his blood line. Bit his claims were casually ignored.
Centuries after that the warlock had decided upon the new goal in his life - finding the long lost skull of the fierce undead warlord Mordekaiser and absorbing the powers locked away within the now artefact like remains of the famed metal master of death. His search led him to the uncharted lands of the Blessed Isles. However, he was not aware that the Isles' guardians had foreseen his arrival and prepared for it. The moment the warlock set foot on one of the islands he activated an arcane trap, which sucked away all of his magical power.
That however did not take out his companion, so at the very least he had retained his death-cheating abilities. Which as he would soon find out would work against him. Rendered powerless, the warlock was quickly overpowered by the guardians, who put him in chains and entombed him with all of the artefacts they had guarded in the catacombs beneath their capital, under the diligent watch of Thresh, a mad man obsessed with torture as the warlock would soon get to know him.
During all of the torture he had to endure the warlock's mind snapped, while the same happened to his own prisoner. But unlike the now fearful and shattered man, the spirit within would laugh maniacally, the centuries spent under the warlock's vile life had changed the fun loving trickster of old, who was no more. In his place was now a sinister being who loved every single painful moment the "chain warden" brought upon the warlock.
Neither knew how much time had passed since their imprisonment, but that would not matter for long when a king from a far away land arrived on the island, seeking to bring his wife back from the dead, and in his quest transformed the isles into a dark and twisted bastion of death and darkness, covered by a thick black mist which transformed all it touched into a monstrous apparition.
After his transformation Thresh was now free to share his talents with the world, and he started by ripping the warlock's soul out of his body, assuming it nothing more than an empty flesh bag. But it was far from empty. Kruularion was still attached to the body. Some time after Thresh had left, the dark miasma that chocked the surrounding area seeped into the catacombs and reached the dead body.
As it enveloped and dug into it, the black fog broke the magical chains still residing within the corpse, giving it to the prisoner within. The spirit's assuming of command, along with the touch of the fog burned the flesh off, leaving a new creature, born into undeath, a ghost in a physical form. The fractured spirit that was now in control retained few of his memories from his time before his imprisonment by the warlock. His love for mere pranks, thanks to both the warlock and Thresh's efforts had turned into an addiction for causing others unimaginable torment.
After leaving the catacombs, Kruularion soon discovered that he could control and manipulate the astral energy reaping out of him, making it assume any form he wanted. Along with that came another discovery - the warlock's addiction for souls had left a rather sizable impact on Kruularion. Keeping to his roots his existence still depended on life, only now instead of being near it, he had to consume the souls of the living in order to sustain his new undead form. That however didn't bother him none. In fact, it went perfectly with his newfound means of entertainment.
However, one thing from his older days most certainly remained within the wraith - the promise he made to the warlock. Now that the man was gone, all that was left was to eradicate anyone of his bloodline, the desire for doing so getting fueled by the spirit's burning hatred towards the warlock. Whenever the black fog allowed it, Kruularion would go to the mainland to hunt them down. His quest provided an intriguing discovery. The warlock's blood ran wide. The specter could find it almost everywhere amongst the population of the nation of Shurima. That was the reason his hatred had grown to encompass both all the people of Shurima, because he didn't truly care about the innocents that would fall in his search for the warlock's brood, and the desert land itself.
But as a whole he preferred to not be around the Isles as his desires conflicted with those of the other lords of the Shadow Isles, which left him as an outcast amongst them, who obeyed and cared no one, making him more of a pest they would like to be rid off, but would not push away in the few times when his intended path of destruction aligned with their own. So long as he did not get in their way.