In the beginning when the world was new, when the world was still under the domain of nature, all was peaceful. When the first humans began to build their rudimentary communes, their shared scent began to give form to a power previously formless. Their putrid stench coalesced and, unfortunately, inhabited the womb of a pregnant woman in the village. Wracked by the stench she emitted, she was shunned and made to live in a remote part of the village. In her distant cabin she gave birth to a beautiful child, Reík, in her joy she failed to notice the power of this child's stench. With time Reík's stench grew bolder and thicker until, one day, his own stench had overtaken him. Falling into a coma, the village thought him dead and rejoiced in the opportunity to be rid of this accursed stench. Reík's mother lamented the fate of her child. She remained at his grave for days, though days became weeks, weeks to months, and ultimately months to years. One day while conversing with Reík's silent grave she saw the ground shift -  tumbling back in shock she saw a hand emerge, followed by another hand, and then an entire body; Reík had returned. Upon seeing, and smelling, his mother, Reík allowed her to become the first Putrid one to follow him - Reík had sworn vengeans upon the world that shunned him, and intended to share his stench with those similar to himself.