The King of Winter

Small marble temples dedicated to Veil are necessary wherever men and women die, and the Priests of Veil are needed to safely prepare the corpses for interment.

Throughout The Known World there is no sight more distinctive than a Priest of Veil garbed for duty: clad in black cowled robes, the priests obscure their faces by donning featureless silver masks. Their god has taught them that death individuates mortals, that each mortal’s death is uniquely his.

Though death individuates man, death is not itself individuated. Thus, the Priests of Veils’ masks without faces; Veil has decreed that his clergy must let no man recognize his death from another’s.

Whenever a family in a city is gifted with a death, the family is to mark their door or windows with mourner’s cloth. Three times each day, a Priest of Veil makes a circuit through the city on foot, checking houses for the cloth; in times of plague the Priests eliminate this step and merely drive the city in their death wagons. Each body they collect is returned to the House of Winter and prepared for burial or cremation (usually a service performed by another faith): their embalming and sanctified burial rites are dearly held secrets.

Veil is worshipped by those who have yet to die. Offerings to him are made by those who have lost a loved one, those who wish to become something they are not, and those who dream of things that aren’t.

The King of Winter

The Dying Age lessthanpleased