A dark god from times long forgotten, the cult of An'unamous is one of the oldest in the known world. Worshipping a god that is often represented as a dark cloud of swarming insects, sometimes detailed with human faces in various emotional states, the cult represents some of the worst traits that humanity has to offer. They seek instant gratification to their ends and see morality and lawfullness as an illusion for the weak minded.

Seeming an inordinate pile of contradiction, the chaos of the cult seems to make it thrive. There are no real leaders and the direction they move can be just as easily stopped as it can be started. One person making a decision may be copied and followed or ousted and beaten to death by their fellows.

Having no real need to distinguish between individuals and the whole of the Legion, they where black robes, full gloves and green, masked hoods to hide their race and identity. They tend to care very little about being unmasked in general, feeling that it only serves their purposes better to have it revealed to people who trusted them what they were really up to. At the same time, the cult spends a lot of effort on hiding the identities of its fellows, if only for the greater purpose of keeping everyone from being revealed at once.

Very rarely have they posed much of a threat, given how easily disillusioned they become with an idea and give up following through on it. However, in recent years, something has been rattling their cage and stirring them up in the lands of Liantu, Aslow and Ahm'shara. Their movements and "recruitment" drives have become stronger and stronger. Now they have moved en masse and something big is on the horizon for them.