The land was peaceful, and beautiful. The land prosperous, and clean. Everyone, of every nation was happy, and friendly to each other. Every day they traded with one another, and no fighting would go on. Each day the sun was shinning bright, and warm. The farmers worked on their farms with no fear of invasion of goblins, or other nations meaning harm. There where even no guards. It was so peaceful.
The peace and quiet became quite boring after a few hundred years. Man, Elf, Goblins, and even a few races that no one knew of until now started instigating trouble with towns, and main cities. Guards where being needed, and where needed to guard houses of the nobles, and the leaders. Everyday, more and more ruffians would be arrested, and the jails started to fill. Using the ruffians, they would hold gladiator fights, and train them to become warriors for their armies. Every day the armies would become larger, and larger. Each day, the tensions between each nation worsened until one of the nations became bored, and invaded. Each nation started to fight, each one loosing men, and becoming weaker, and weaker while a hidden threat became stronger. This lasted years.
Until one day, the unseen nation came out of the ground. The nation of the dead as they are known started to cause even more chaos than what there was. The death, and destruction each day added to their forces. Each nation still fought with each other, even with this new found nation came from the ground.
Seeing this new threat after years of ignorance, each leader of the nations banded together, and formed an alliance with each other, but tensions between the other was high. All it would to get them to start fighting each other again was just a simple push.
