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Imagine you are in a low fantasy world. You might have been a powerful noble, a fierce warrior or a poor farmer. It does not matter anymore.
It does not matter because you are dead now. 
You might have died because of sickness, hunger or sword. Perhaps you just fell asleep and did not wake up? But this also does not matter.
Because you are now not in eternal slumber as you may have wished or feared. You are in the Realm of the Dead.

Because death was never the end. Only a new beginning.

[hider=Explanation]I hope it got clear, in this Rp we write the inhabitants of the strange Realm of the Dead. [/hider]