Hecarim

You better hope you have the good stuff. You know, Piltover Pops, Strikebreaker Sours, Dark Star Chocolate Bars... 'Cause if you don't, the kids on this block have some tricks up their sleeves. 

Trick-or-Treat

Parents tell their children stories of wicked witches and the like, those that lurk the streets one night each year. "Stay in your bed, little one, for darkness is their friend." These tales are only partly true; while the ghouls of this enchanted evening love a good scare, they'd never harm a hair on a child's head. Except for the very naughty ones.

Tales from the Rift

There are many tales told about creatures prowling the roads at night, but none are as dark as that of the headless rider. He lost his head in a duel on horseback, and is doomed to haunt the living forevermore—a hideous jack-o-lantern resting upon his shoulders.

Headless Hecarim

A zealous sycophant to his order, Hecarim unquestioningly serves the will of the Bloodstone. While less subtle than his masters would like, he is nonetheless effective in his purpose of executing enemies in a grisly fashion.

Blood Knight Hecarim

Eager to claim more souls for the underworld, Death sends the souls of fallen warriors as Death Sworn back to the mortal plane, where they serve their master's terrible bidding with relish.

Death Sworn

The underworld stirs with ominous activity. Death marshals its subjects for a new plan of terrifying design, one that will require the souls of every mortal.

When the dead refuse to take their place among the Death Sworn, the spectral knight Hecarim rides them down with his scythe at the ready. In his wake charge countless subjugated spirits, now yearning for nothing more than the reaping of fresh and defiant souls.

Reaper Hecarim