The cities of the living dead.

Getting there could be from any graveyard. Some places don't have to offical be graveyards. From broken or lost temples of fallen favoured gods to burial sites so famous it not a surprise. Then you just have those area that are simple fields... where a church used to be or was just a bit of land where forgotten poeple were buried.

Its a lot of walking no matter what direction you go, place its a one way system. You come in from there... you don't always come back and end up not where you expect.

A bonus secret between me (the sort of door man) and you little dream walker... The place is the godless home of a being that all known gods fear. Gods must face the thing whom protects us from universal laws breaks and things that would destroy out time and space. It a creepy sneaky fella. If you say his godless nickname, he will hear that conversation.

Directions wise. It's core centre is where you want to be. As it named, a place where the dead are living. You could get here by accidentally ways, being burial in respect or invited by damned. Or take part in a mage ritual and follow the trial of forgotten gods.

Damned are only physical type beings allow out and in as they like. Living can have gods grant them permission (even then its still heavy negotiations) or they have to survive a trial that was the only design way for living to enter.

I guess you dream folks do too. Not in the same ways though. Interaction between us are a little wonky.

The core of the realm is a catacombs of network tunneling. Every ceiling and wall has a fragments or entire body coffins for the dead to sleep at. The area has a few hidden god areas but you have to know what your looking for.

Some more public open areas are lit by fungi plants and are full of entertainment or places to talk at. Ponds and mirrors are the most common. This is due to using them like a one way phone. They project out faint images but these is no return. Human cause do a ritual to return a reply. Yet, they are projected out and can't see in. Damned are known for doing this to give undead society images to look at.

Its a restless place of mixed eras of time past. Where debating if a old celt from prehistory could bet a modern German war fighter. Its a place of cultural war clashs that end with having a bottle posion. As rotten food, stale water and anything that looks like the real thing is acceptable as celebration fest. You might lose a few organs but it no big deal in there. It make it all rather juvenile.

There are no gods of this place. So it means time, fate, life and death are not allowed to give or take. A world where lost gods, hidden gods, demi gods and half gods (they are different for a reason) can pick their life back together. The advice of dead humans is plenty here.

This realm has that additional bonus of no internal change by the very few that makes of time outside this place start again. So when some idiot breaks a wall between worlds or it the apocalypse was to happen again. They arent affect to much by it.

A few bonus secrets about this realm, since you a very nice mute listener. I made a promise to the door man. While its away, I am the one in charge. Well in charge of whom walks in and out. This is a godless domain.

That a lot of hand fluttering. I am a little rusty at charades. Hmm...

Who do I mean by the it? Well, of you think it Steven kings creation. Then your mostly wrong. Even that it is scared this fella.

Everything knows his true name but when you call him by his nickname. He over hears the entire conversation. Indeed a little creepy but the big guy has to be if his repairing holes in space time. Killing invaders whom break universal laws. He does what he can, a poor for a messed up fella.

This realm of living dead is a refuge from when things during time is broken. He bent laws of space to create a place of rest from the unending recycling of souls. Yet coming here has a cost... You stay here to long and you become forgetful... immortal sure. But lock out from using the immortality for something serious.

Be sides, has no one told you that being immortal is a myth. Jumping worlds to prolong a lifetime can seem like immortality. Yet... there has always been something has complications. World do not do well with immortals in them. Even so called gods can't.

Being in the city of undead, your subject to judgement every time that syth being is around. Cleaning out the accidentally wandered in one's.

Hand fluttering... Oh thats sign language. But there is several ones, like other languages and accents. Hmm...

'Why is it called a godless domain?'

Well not totally true, the are gods whom live around here. They don't exactly rule the place. But the scary guy I was talking about isn't a god. I dont know what he is really. A horrific monster that even gods scream like little girls, the tome of souls or just a broken souled human... you take your pick. He isnt a god. No one worships his true name. Worse is the back lash he gets for his nickname. Mistaken as a destroyer of realms... I guess he would have to if the place is a total mess. He is more a start from scratch sort.

His family? You sure are nosy and getting very private. You could go talk to the few whom are here. Most royal whom were truly celebrated and loved are buried here. Most of the close friends that are creatures and beings to the royal mages are here too.

I do hope your not to linger about to long little dreamer.

It will come as no surprise that the god of death is famous for standing at the edge of this world. I had bring it up because when folks stay to long and leave, are met with him.

The lord of Death is a person too... His greatest lover sacrificed herself to protest Deaths stupidity. Its a tragic tale and a sore spot for the god. Yet it had to happen, or else there wouldn't have been realms with a life death system. Like the one you dreamers come from. You recall one lifetime and die to start a new one. That is a classic life system. Death has his own version. But the two are like oil and water.

I guess now I told you, you want to know. I warn you now, the story isn't to repeated. Not unless you want to be ostracized by either.

Death's lovers is the sort of chemical additive for a true neutral ground. Her life here is a sort of pout at death for being so stupid and at life for being disgusting. It's funny that since time doesn't work here or play his part of making this place decay correctly. Death and Life will often forget this place for prolonged years. God years. They forget about death's true love. So she asks the domain holder of this place to remind those two of her.

It's a sad story... now, don't use it to trick death or life into anything. They will torture a soul like you for how you came to find this turth. It's almostly wise to leave it to the professional realm janitor to clean up after a tantrum.

World world 4 was a magically disaster, a right mess of nature verse saviours of WW3 verse the wrath of many gods. Oh boy its how we grow the fungi lamps light here. The whole collection of mutational plant people.

I forgot that you would never have experienced such things. You prayer to whatever you believe in that it doesn't repeat. It a mess that doesn't clean up totally. Why else would you have global warming issues?

Fluttering about hands... hmm. You are looking for Judgement, the syth being?

oh, asking whom he is. I let him tell you. It's still dont make sense to me. I am just a demon whom regrets nothing known.

You watch yourself out walking the realms, dream walker. There are nightmares, god eaters and existence erasing dune worms out there.

A more simply put.

Safe travels world watcher.

Don't get ate by compilations.