Abulia n. abnormal lack of ability to act or to make decisions
"So, Mr. Yorick, sir, I'm sorry to, uh, inform you that we will be disabling your Omen of Death ability until further notice."
The junior summoner could not stop fidgeting, running the hem of his robe between his fingers in a repetitive nervous movement. His company was not helping, if only by sitting there as a massive, unmoving, undead lump. His corpse was not the problem, though. It was the too-human eyes staring out from within it.
A low rumble came from the Gravekeeper's throat. Perhaps it was meant as a laugh, but it just made the summoner's grip on his robe turn from abrading to a white-knuckled death grip.
"The powers of the grave are not to be so lightly trifled with, summoner. I told you this when I joined your League."
Fumbling through the tome before him, the summoner eventually found the page he was looking for. "It's true we did not fully appreciate that when you entered the League, but as you are aware, the conditions of you becoming a champion required that you share with us information on the Shadow Isles. We had hoped this knowledge would allow us to better control your powers on the Rift, but as you know, this has not been the case.
He did know. Something in the Rift's magic had interfered with his ability to capture the dead, leaving them in a constant state of semi-resurrection, allowing them life just long enough to experience a painful death, over, and over, and over again. He could still see the damage of them on several of his fellow champions when he faced them in battle. This action was meant to prevent a rioting mob, one of the few human societal events he knew more intimately now that he was no longer one of them.
"Have you noticed, summoner," he said instead, "that as you at the League have been taking more interest in the Shadow Isles, the Shadow Isles have been taking more interest in you? That perhaps the more champions you accept from that place, the more its magics and yours become intertwined?"
The summoner had frozen completely now, face white and eyes wide.
"Were you surprised that it was so easy for you to tie the Twisted Treeline to the Fields of Justice? Know that you can't mettle with such powers without them meddling back."
Yorick hefted his shovel. The summoner flinched back, but the Gravekeeper simply placed it on his shoulder. "You simply must work with that, now. I have signed the contract with you, and will uphold my end. But at the same time, you cannot remove me. It appears we are stuck with one another. I suggest you make the best of it and be more careful in the future, just as I will."