These stories, despite their differences, are woven with parallels. But his death was not the end, for some swear the Yordle still wanders the desert, forever searching for someone who might restore his faith in humanity. Amumu’s sadness grew until he eventually died of a broken heart. Though thousands walked by the disheveled Yordle, not one stopped to offer a helping hand. To prove his detractors wrong, he swore an oath to live as a beggar until he made one true friend, convinced his people would rally to help their fellow Shuriman. Yet another story of Amumu tells of the first and last Yordle ruler of Shurima, who believed in the innate goodness of the human heart.
#CURSED TREASURE HAND OF FATE SERIES#
When a series of devastating earthquakes shattered the foundations of his tomb, the emperor escaped with no knowledge of how much time had passed, seeking to undo the suffering he had caused in life. His life was extended by the power of the Eye as he meditated on his past transgressions, but the gift was a double edged sword, for he was cursed to remain forever alone. Some say the child emperor endured in the darkness for years, his loneliness driving him to insanity and causing him to claw at his own skin, which he was forced to wrap in bandages. Amumu finally reached the cyclopean golden archway, where upon dozens of his stonemasons labored to breach the sealed door.Īs the young emperor rushed within, determined to look into the Eye of Angor, his slaves seized their chance and sealed the stone doorway behind him. He hunted the treasure for years with a host of slaves who carried him through labyrinthine catacombs, sacrificing themselves to traps so the emperor could continue without hindrance. In this telling, Amumu was crowned Emperor of Shurima at a young age, and convinced he was blessed by the sun, he forced his subjects to worship him as a god.Īmumu sought the fabled Eye of Angor, an ancient relic entombed in a gilded crypt, said to grant eternal life to whoever looked upon it with an unflinching heart. As the curse took effect, Amumu was trapped in his moment of suffering like a locust ensnared in honeyed amber.Ī second tale whispers of another crown prince, one given to bouts of petulance, cruelty, and murderous vanity.
In her mind, Amumu had as good as murdered her kin. Upon the girl’s death, her grandmother placed a twisted blight on the young emperor. Amumu threw his arms around her, but as they touched, he fell back, realizing he had condemned her to the same terrible fate as his family. Saddened that he had to bear this news alone, she unlocked his door and ran inside to comfort him face to face. One morning, the girl brought word that Amumu’s last remaining brother had passed away, making him Emperor of Shurima. She regaled the lonely heir with courtly news and stories of her grandmother’s mystic powers. The youngest child, Amumu, was quarantined in his chambers and befriended a servant girl who heard his cries through the walls. One oft-told story links Amumu to the first great ruling family of Shurima who succumbed to a disease that corrupted flesh with hideous speed. They do not agree, however, about the tale of Amumu.
#CURSED TREASURE HAND OF FATE FULL#
The hardy folk of Shurima agree upon certain things: the wind always blows from the west in the morning a full belly on a new moon is an ill omen buried treasure hides under the heaviest of rocks. Amumu has inspired myths, folklore, and legends told and retold for generations – such that it is impossible to separate truth from fiction. Those who claim to have seen him describe Amumu as a living cadaver, small in stature and covered in bandages the color of lichen. Cursed by an ancient spell, he is doomed to remain alone forever, as his touch is death and his affection ruin.
A lonely and melancholy soul from ancient Shurima, Amumu roams the world in search of a friend.
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