Contract Made After Death: Clause I: Seal

Life and death-if one is lucky, they are far between, the latter negligible. Death does not choose who she takes, but she always has the chance. I was "fortunate" to be chosen, my end bloody and truly unforeseen. She waited for me on the other side, my new standards of life in hand. Once sealed, I was sent on my way. But not to Earth. Mertha, where humans were a minority compared to the dagger-toothed elves, omniscient angellum, and giggling goblins teeming on the four continents. Magic was the norm, technology now the taboo. I arrived in Sildred on Idoliam, an area waged in a war rekindled centuries after. I had much to learn, mostly through trial by fire. Many a danger lies ahead, some from myself. I will not bow; I will make the if to a when. I will complete my end of the bargain. I will return home ... but what truly awaits me there? Would it be better to stay? Death and life-if one is lucky, they are far between, but neither is an end. Not when you sign the Contract Made after Death. Oh, and do play nice.