Slasher Collection Drop 4 https://ironguardiancompany.etsy.com/listing/4537867493 THE SCARECROW The Keeper of the Harvest Every harvest requires a keeper. Every field demands a guardian. Long before fences marked the land, farmers whispered of something that stood among the corn. It never moved during the day. Travelers laughed at the old scarecrow swaying in the wind. By morning… The laughter was gone. Some say The Scarecrow was once a farmer who devoted his life to protecting his family and land. When disease, famine, and violence claimed everything he loved, he begged for one final harvest. The Hallow answered. Not with mercy. With purpose. Bound forever to the cursed fields, the farmer became something far worse than death. His flesh withered into burlap and bone. Antlers crowned his head like twisted branches, and his heart was replaced by the endless hunger of autumn itself. Now he stands watch over the forgotten places where the Legion gathers. Cornfields. Pumpkin patches. Abandoned barns. Any place where the harvest has been left to rot. He does not chase those who trespass. He lets the fields do that. Rows of corn seem to stretch forever. Trails disappear. Every wrong turn leads deeper into his domain. The crows stop singing. The wind falls silent. Then… The Scarecrow begins to walk. His weapon, Harvest’s End, is an ancient spear fashioned from a weathered fence post and a rusted iron blade. It is said every soul claimed by its point feeds the cursed soil, ensuring The Hallow’s power returns with every autumn. The Legion knows one truth above all others: The Watcher finds the prey. Nightshade ends the hunt. But if The Scarecrow appears… You’ve already wandered too far. When the last leaves fall, he returns to his post. Waiting. Watching. Guarding the harvest until October calls again.