In the world of Eden there are thousands of monsters spices from mountain size dragons with flames that can boil ocean too slimes that can be killed by a hail storm or a well placed kick.

The monsters that have the control the empathy or the intellect are allowed to live within the domain on the races of man ,elf ,dwarf and beast kin but those are few and far between.

In the kingdom of High Guard there was a holy war a litch an undead mage. That had sold there soul for immortality. With its ability to summon lesser undead such as skeletons zombies gouls and vampires.

The small kingdoms military was crushed there fighters turned into the very monsters they had been killed bye there holy symbols of faith buring against there rotting skin.

A litch can fight without rest, it's army has no need for food and can keep up an endless attack.There is no man that can out run the dead, so the small kingdom had no choice but to beg the goddess of life for her help .

No matter how they tried to stop it the litch destroyed all life. When all hope was lost a man was summoned from another world.His powers a match with the litch but in there battle the kingdom suffered.

The land was bleached dry of life the land was black the trees dead and brittle. The litch had been slain his ashes burned by the summoned heros divine power but the kingdom has no land that wasn’t poisonous it’s food and water toxic to all but the most dark cretures so the kingdom fell.

The hero using all his power sent a message to the goddess his power only getting two words through the vail 'help please. The back lash of the divine vail crushed the poor mans body and mind.

So one day after amassing the power nesasary the goddess of life sent a blast of power that gave life back to the land 99% of her plan was a success but one fraction of her power.

That she had ment for her hero to bring him back drifted out of her control as the dark aura of the rotting land pushed her back. The pure energy took the form of a lightning bolt it shot through the sky over miles of land until it struck an old scarecrow.

Its straw insides old and almost rotten its cloth bag face plastered with a smile as its half distroyed leather coat was draped over its wooden frame .Arms ending in a pair of stick hands one ending in a pitch fork giving it the aperance of leaning on it. This rotting straw man being the only thing left of the farm besides a few sun bleached skulls.

As the goddess power made the flowers bloomand the air take on the smell of the first breeze of spring. The head tilted up with a painted smile and the world shook as something new was born.