The Laws Of The Living

Structure

There isn't much of one. It just is so widespread the dead either can't suppress it or have chosen to allow its existence.

Culture

The Laws Of The Living. Was a very simple thing to follow. Only two laws.
“The living must not shed blood except as a last resort.”
“The world is a harsh place. Let those whose hearts beat and whose lungs breathe be known as my brothers and sisters.”
Life was meant to be lived after all. Funny how many people tended to forget that simple fact. Survival of course was important, but it was a base thing. A basic need. To live however, to go beyond that basic survival. That was living.
To live was a wonderful thing. The first law was a reminder to find alternatives at all costs. Do whatever you must to not end the life of another. If you had to hunt do so efficiently. If you had to kill. Do so quickly and without as much pain as possible.
The second was a reminder.
That bad blood. Spite, tragedy. Hatred and even the most superfluous difference could divide the living. The moment you passed the black gates of the necrocracy those divisors meant nothing.
The moment you arrived in the necrocracy. You had to let go the horrible shit your tribe, clan, house, people, kingdom. Did to the others.
All the past hurts and vengeance. Past wrong doings.
They no longer mattered.
For they were living just like you. Your sister might have the most contrasting skin, might not even speak the same language as you. But she was your sister. For her lungs breathed and her heart beat.
Your brother might be an elf centuries older than you. A dwarf. Or even a minotaur.
For when dusk set and the sun slipped beneath the horizon. Tangible horrors and all manner of walking nightmares came out.
Because when the lights went out. The only ones you could rely on…
Were your brothers and sisters.

Public Agenda

The living need to stick together in a place where the dead rule. Aiding, other living beings whenever and wherever possible. All the cultural, ethnic and social baggage no longer matters the moment one crosses the black gates.
You are all Brothers And Sisters now.

Assets

Only the most isolated living haven't heard of the laws of the living. Across, all language barriers the living have heard it.
All the living in the valley have heard of the laws of the living. Those who follow those tenants tend to survive. While those who can't let go of their old identities frequently die quickly.

History

Its origin is a mystery not likely to be solved.
Perhaps, it had begun as a Undead trick to quell unrest among the living.
Now however, Its something more.

There is no Despair, Only Hope

Type

Activist, Charity

Demonym

Lifebound