Legion

Please note that this is not canon.

Legion is a deity in the EAW. He is worshiped by the Virisus as their one and only god. Believed to be of the same plane of existence as the Biomatter Hive Mind, it is actually a shard of the Hive Minds personality that has separated from its former body and grown into its own malevolent form.

Early History
The being that came to be known as Legion actually first manifested shortly after the first space faring races took to the stars. The combined psychic force of so many ships utilizing seemingly impossible technology all within such a small period of time caused a rent in the very fabric of time and space, enabling a creature to crawl into the materiel plane. This creature, The Hive Mind, was incredibly powerful in its own realm but when it crossed over a vast majority of its power vanished, leaving its physical form nothing more then a swollen heap of muscle and flesh. The force of the creature smashing through the rift in space decimated millions of worlds in the vicinity of its emergence. However, it eventually landed on one of the few remaining planets. Almost instantly, its mere presence drove the populace to insanity, resulting in mass suicide. Within the space of a few years the inhabitants had become so warped, that their true forms have disappeared from history entirely. However, these creature are believed to be the first ever Biomatter.

For hundreds of years the creatures consumed everything on the surface of the planet. However, this wasnt enough. The Hive Mind set its sight to the stars. It wouldnt be content until everything in its mind eyes was devoured. However part of it wasnt happy with that course of action. It started to dream up a grander plan. But with no means of escaping the confines of its own mind, this subconscious part continued its existence trapped within itself. That is until the arrival of the Necraal Omega, Glad'mere.

Birth of a God
With the arrival of Glad'mere on the surface on the planet, the separatist part of the Hive Mind finally had a way off the world. With such a powerful psychic in the Hive Minds presence, the subconscious burrowed itself deep into Glad'meres mind, preventing the rest of the Hive mind from warping it like it had done to the world previous occupants.

By this stage the subconscious had grown to form its own personality of sorts. Whispering promises of power to Glad'mere as he slept, the subconscious referred to itself as Legion. This voice told Glad'mere to lead his men to the summit of the highest mountain on the planet. And so they went. On the summit, the Necraal found nothing but a figure wearing a long flowing robe. The figure introduced itself as the the Voice, convincing Glad'mere that he possessed many secrets that would benefit the Necraal. The only catch however, was that Glad'mere had to kill all those that had followed him to the spot, right then and there. Glad'mere, trying to think of the larger picture, dispatched his men without so much as a thought.

However, he had been deceived. Legion had used the blood shed that had been wrought on that very mountain side to break away from the Hive Mind, becoming its own being entirely. Using its new found strength, it took control of Glad'mere, traveling back to the Necraal Ships with its eyes set on escaping the planet. However, with Glad'meres final shred of will, he regained control of himself, setting the ships to self destruct. Legion was furious, its howls of rage heard systems away. However, it refused to be defeated so easily. Using Glad'meres psychic prowess, he sent out a psonic signal of sorts, sending the same promises of power to the rest of the Necraal race. Although the signal wouldnt be heard by the Necraal for well over a thousand years, the being was content on waiting. And so it did.

Whispers in the Dark
When the signal finally hit the Necraal, it was King Horr'or that heard it the loudest. To some it was a mere voice on the wind, there for only the shortest moment and barely audible, to others sit was like something screaming words pure hate into their minds. To most, what they had heard lasted mere moments. However for a select few, the whispers festered and grew like bacteria, infecting the Necraal's minds. This was the case with Horr'or. Focusing on the source point of the signal, Horr'or set out on a secret expedition to the far reaches of space. There, he found Glad'mere. He felt the immense presence on the world and at first believed it to be source of the signal. It wasnt until Glad'mere spoke to him in private, that Horr'or realized what had become of the Omega. Locking him deep within the ship, Horr'or left the world with all due haste, heading back to Ivn. Once at Ivn, he chained Glad'mere under the surface, near the core. Little did Horr'or know, this was Legions plan from the very start. To corrupt the very heart of the Necraal.

Months pasted by and the deep levels of Ivn remained locked to all save a handful of Horr'ors most trusted lieutenants. Legions whispers grew louder every day. Soon, the lower levels of Ivn had been deemed unsafe to operate within. Tales of a shadowy figure walking the halls of the various facilities began to spread through the Necraal. Many tried to find reason behind these occurrences, the Sor caste finally coming to the conclusion that it was merely a side effect of the Necraals proficiency with magic. Still, most Necraal found the stories terrifying, claiming the lower levels were haunted.

It wasnt long until most Necraal were sick of not being able to work just because of some ghost story. The Forgemasters, ancient Necraal engineers, needed to be near the core to work Titansteel and without the cores immense heat, no new war machines could be created. Leading an incursion into the so called haunted levels, the Forgemasters finally came to the source of the problem, Glad'meres prison. Agreeing right there to kill him and be done with it, the Forgemasters were surprised when they instead turned their weapons upon each other. The entire Forgemasters caste was destroyed. If it wasnt for the timely intervention of the great Sor caste member, War'sorac the Darkwarden, Legion could of very well of tore his way into the material world right there and then. War'sorac, sacrificing himself, bound Legion to the core of Ivn, praying that he would be undone in the immense heat. However, it was to late. Legion was to powerful by this stage. Although he was unable to move again he continued to corrupt all around him.

By this stage, the first round of Necraal-Biomatter gene splicing had finished. Needing somewhere secret to keep the subjects, Horr'or opened the long closed labs close to the core. Legion, seeing this a a perfect opportunity, began to mold the minds of the relatively weak test subjects. By the time Horr'or came to see these test subjects for himself, he was deep under Legions influence. "Suggesting" that he rename the Necraal and bring them into a new era of bloodshed and war, Legion began to seep into Horr'or. However, Horr'or resisted. Instead, he pledged allegiance to Legion willingly, making a deal with the being. Taking a portion of the core to fuel his new flagship, he gave Legion new form. Fleeting Hope became Legions new body.

Cult of Legion
When the Necraal finally split apart, Legion guided Horr'or and the Virisus to the edge of the galaxy. There, Legion finally took material form, speaking to all those that had followed him there. Preaching about a new way of life, of chaos and its never ending brilliance, he gave the Virisus new purpose. Promising them the power to do as they please, when they please, Legion almost immediately won all those that still doubted him over, taking control of the Virisus. However, Horr'or refused to be done in that easily. Bringing up there agreement, he told Legion that although the Virisus will always fight in the name of Legion, Legion will never have direct control over them and never will he ever re-materialize again after that night. Grudgingly agreeing to Horr'ors terms, Legion returned to his place within Fleeting Hope.

To most Virisus there, they saw what Horr'or did as the right thing to do, so that they do not truly forsake their former selves. To some others however, they saw Horr'or as a fool. They believed that only if Legion were to take form once more, would the Virisus ever truly receive their "gifts". They wanted Legion to rule. And so it was that the Cult of Legion was formed.