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The City of the Dead, Waterdeep’s expansive necropolis-ward, is both a place of final rest and a living, breathing facet of the city’s daily rhythm. Enclosed by high stone walls and patrolled by respectful watchmen, it serves as Waterdeep’s grand cemetery—but unlike any other. By day, its lush gardens, manicured paths, and towering mausoleums become a public park where citizens picnic, fence, court, and converse. Children play beneath weeping willows, while sun-dappled clearings host lunch gatherings and strolling minstrels. Designated dueling greens buzz with the clash of steel, and quiet corners shelter secret rendezvous and whispered dealings. Despite its purpose, the ward hums with life—its solemn gravestones and crypts embraced as part of the city’s cultural identity. At dusk, the ward empties, returning to tranquil silence until dawn. The City of the Dead is where Waterdhavians embrace life without forgetting death—a sacred contradiction that defines the heart of the city.

Gravestones and stately mausoleums rise amid flowering trees and cobbled walkways, bathed in soft daylight. Families wander between tombs, children play near iron-fenced groves, and dueling pairs clash on sunlit greens. Marble benches host quiet meals, while shaded paths wind past still pools and mossy statues. Life and memory breathe side by side.