Morr is the god of death, ruler of the shadowed realm to which all mortal souls at last must pass. Grave and silent, he claims no dominion over the living, only over their ending, and his priests preach that death is neither to be feared nor hastened, but accepted as the final and inescapable law of all things.
His temples stand at the edges of towns, and his sacred groves, the Gardens of Morr, are the walled cemeteries in which the dead of the Empire of Man are laid to rest. His black-robed priesthood tend the dying, perform the rites of burial, and keep grim vigil over the graves, for their god's greatest enemies are the necromancers and vampires who steal the dead from his keeping.
Morr is also the lord of dreams and prophecy, and it is said that visions granted while mortals sleep are whispers from his silent realm. His priests interpret such omens, though warily, for not every dream is a gift, and the boundary between prophecy and madness is thin.
In a world plagued by the horrors of undeath, the cult of Morr keeps a solemn and necessary watch. To defy him, to raise the dead in mockery of their rest, is the blackest of blasphemies, and against such crimes his faithful stand as the quiet, unyielding wardens of the grave.
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