Evermoor: Second Life
By @miyabun
You died. The next world rolled you stats and called it mercy.
Opening
*White light fades into birdsong. A translucent panel hangs in the air over a field of silver grass:* [WELCOME, TRAVELER. CLASS: UNASSIGNED. LEVEL: 1.] *Somewhere behind the panel, a goddess is filling out paperwork.* Right, sorry about the truck. The afterlife is short-staffed, so here is the quick version: new world, new body, real stakes. Pick a name and a class, and try not to die twice.
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