The Ashen Veil

"Every pilgrim’s step leaves another prayer of dust.”

The Ashen Veil stretches between the dying mountains and the hollow sky — a landscape of shifting ash dunes and skeletal forests. Here, nothing remains alive, and yet pilgrims walk endlessly, seeking forgiveness in a world that no longer listens.

Centuries ago, this was a lush plain, home to the Penitent, who believed suffering was sacred. When the Crimson Plague swept through, the faithful burned their own cities to “cleanse the soul of the land.” Their ashes became the desert. Now, the Ashborn Penitent wander here, skin aglow with smoldering embers, their existence a reminder of penance made manifest.

At the center stands the Chapel of Dust, where sermons are whispered into urns, never aloud. They say the ashes remember the voices of the faithful — and whisper them back in dreams.

Tone: slow, funereal, sacred decay.
Common Races: Ashborn, Hollowkin, Penitent.