Vesmjir (Ves-meer)

Vesmjir appears as a dark-skinned male of musclar build with the head and tail of a jackal. A neat mane of straight black hair falls over his shoulders. He dresses in a white knee-length kilt, a decorative scale mail breastplate, bracers and armbands of glittering gold.

Dogma: Vesmjir guides the souls of dead mortals to the halls of judgement, supervises their weighing on the Scales of Ma’at and protects them on their journey. In addition, he guards cemeteries from grave robbers and other defilers. He is also a keeper of magical knowledge, particularly that related to necromancy. Despite his knowledge of necromancy, he does not condone animating or controlling undead creatures, with the exception of mummies established as tomb guardians. When one dies and becomes judged by Vesmjir, using the heart ceremony is an important factor. In this ceremony, the heart is weighed, by Vesmjir, against an Ostrich Feather of Truth. If the heart was lighter then the feather then the soul could pass on, but if the heart was heavier then the feather the soul would be devoured.

Clergy and Temples: Followers of Vesmjir practice rigorous disciplines to hone their minds and spirits, preparing themselves for the eventual journey to the afterlife. The Judge of the Dead has few devotees, but he is often worshiped at funerals, where his clerics typically officiate.

Priestly Vestments: Priests of Vesmjir usually wear plain white robes outside of the sanctum. When accompanying a body to its final resting place they will don masks of gold representing their god and hiding their faces.

Adventuring: Clerics of Vesmjir rarely go adventuring. Their elaborate cleansing rituals are easily enough to fill a lifetime with labor. If they go adventuring, however, they will use whatever equipment is practical as well as a jackal mask or helmet and are dedicated to destruction of undead.

    Clergy Alignments: LN, LE, LG

Favored Weapon: Flail

Worshipers: Necromancers, Clerics, Paladins, Monks

Invocation to Vesmjir

    Oh Lord of the Desert Sands,

He who guides lost souls through endless waste

Into a better land.

He who brings the dead to their final judgment.

Great-eared one who sniffs out all things hidden,

From whom nothing can be concealed forever.

Guide us surely and skillfully out of the darkness

Of our own blind searching.