Editing Legion of Everblight (section)

==Let's take it from the top==
A long time ago, there was [[Lord Toruk|Toruk]], who was a big fuckoff dragon.  Unfortunately the problem with being a big fuckoff dragon is that it's really hard to relate to the "little" people, and so Toruk was bored, a precursor to many terrible decisions throughout history.  In his boredom (or desire to conquer the world, or to have some company that didn't suffer a horrific lingering death from his dragon blight, or...not even the dragons themselves are entirely sure), he decided to carve up his [[athanc]] into a bunch of pieces to see what would happen.  The pieces grew into dragons of their own, each its own individual and distinct from their progenitor.

Seeing the results of his work, Toruk looked upon his brood and demanded they swear fealty to their father and creator.  The other dragons--apparently sharing their progenitor's lack of common sense--told him to fuck off.

Toruk [[Rage|took this poorly]].  The end result was like a typical family reunion gone awry: words were said that should not have been said, feelings were hurt, children were consumed by their father in a filicidal rage in order to reclaim their power as his own.  

You know, the usual.

Anyway, a dragon born from the <s>[[Neckbeard|neckbeardiest]]</s> <SPAN STYLE="COLOR:PURPLE"><b>*CHOMP* MOST PURE AND EXQUISITE</B></span> portion of Toruk's original athanc watched as his brothers got curbstomped thanks to their utter unwillingness to work together, and decided that he would probably need a better plan to defeat his father than blindly charging in like a suicidal retard.  Looking for a place to lay low for a while, Everblight eventually happened along the human kingdom of Morrdh, notable for its use of magic before the existence of [[The Gift]] and the sort of fun place you get when you commit unspeakable blasphemies for bleak horrors from beyond the veil in return for temporal power.  Curious and intrigued at their secrets, Everblight soon struck a deal with the Lords of Morrdh: in return for being able to crash on their couch and copy their notes, he would lend them his draconic strength against their enemies (and Morrdh had a <b>lot</b> of enemies).  All in all, this wound up being a pretty cushy arrangement for Everblight: the dragon had become adept in creating dragonspawn deliberately shaped to fulfill a given task, and the fact that Morrdh couldn't go 15 minutes without fighting a war meant that he had plenty of opportunities to test and refine his creations.  Indeed, many of the dragonspawn created in the current Legion are almost unchanged from their predecessors who marched with and slew the enemies of Morrdh.