Legixoth

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Before we hear about Legixoth, some things are to be known about the Swarm itself.

The Swarm is a collective mind, a legion of beings spanning worlds and planes. Its goal is to unite the universe's species, and to do that they must stay relatively peaceful. They only war when necessary, for war means death, which means less people to unite...

Not all within the Swarm are strong. They accept a balance of all beings: big, small; weak, strong; and 'good' and 'evil'. As long as they pledge their allegiance to the Swarm, vow not to in any way harm or dishonor their fellow brothers and sisters or cause unnecessary war, and come of their own will, they may accept. It is not uncommon to find deadly enemies, though bound to the Swarm, fighting side to side, although they have the choice to leave if they so wish...

Leading the Swarm is the mighty Phagar'sk Rekarga, better known as (the) Hivemind. It never has moved from its home in millennia, and the mental touch of its vast store of memories is deadly, usually causing the victim's mind to practically explode. Small trickles of knowledge are sent to its masses throughout the universe, enough for one to rule a kingdom with. And still, even if you have the capacity in your mind to sustain fifty applications of knowledge from the Hivemind, you will not have known even a fraction of its memories. And now, to he who you have wished to know about...

Legixoth was not 'full' once. He was only a form of consciousness within the mass that was the Swarm. He is a 'pure one', which in the tongue of their kind, is called Rask't. The suffix of one's name is the rank, in this case Thar'gnan, which is, in a way, the same as Commander. His body was put together when the Rekarga wished for it to be created. Legixoth came to the world unknowing of anything. His brother, Ardanix, another Rask't, was a young soul, not more than 9 days old, but was already a skilled Planewalker. Then, came the ceremony of knowledge, Rekiem. The Rekarga leaked a small trickle of its own memories into Legixoth, and the hollow shell became whole.

Legixoth proved himself useful. He struck down many of the Swarm's enemies, and was adept at the art of planning war. He rose through the ranks, and so became one of the Thar'gnan. The Rekarga was pleased with him, and so granted him the power to create a body at the Altar of Composing.

What came out was Legixoth's son. He named him Devastor.

Devastor was not a proud one, but Legixoth did not care. He was perfect in his father's eyes.

Then one day, only one day after Devastor's Rekiem, he was walking down a corridor and noticed a glowing shaft of light in a tall chamber.

He wandered in, and disappeared. One moment here. The next, gone.

He had planeswalked. To a place no-one knew where.

Legixoth was horrified. The Pillar was a teleporting beam, an arcane magic which would take you wherever you wished. Devastor's curiosity had gotten the better of him, and Legixoth doubted that Devastor had been thinking of any particular destination when he had walked in.

The times that passed after that were long. Legixoth searched at random through planes, sometimes coming back badly wounded, or returning and sitting idly for weeks on end, blinded by sights seen on his journey.

One one of his planeswalking destinations, Legixoth was already slightly deranged from fear and loss of hope. That destination was Templehelm...

Everywhere he went, he was ridiculed by others, who looked only at his confused state of mind. He lived the life of a loner there, mad with grief, vowing to search every corner of that land, only ending his search if he found his long-lost son.

He did. But he was found at the brink of death beside a dirt path, wounded by unknown causes. The only clue he found was a crystal shard, embedded in Devastor's heart.

Legixoth did the only thing he could. Transmute Devastor's body into one that had no need for a broken, ruptured heart. And so, Devastor became a Greenskin. A creeper.

Devastor did not forget this. He did not look into his father's eyes the same way after that.

Legixoth, in memory of what he had done that fateful day, took Devastor's shape, with the exception of his own glowing, fiery, fury-fuelled eyes. He vowed that he would not rest until he found the cause of Devastor's near death.

But you do not know that, reader. For this is something no one knows, something deep in the furthest reaches of his heart. And know this: If you were he who had left a shaft of quartz in Legixoth's pride, no matter how many times Legixoth falls, he will still be after your blood.