Funerary Customs
The greatest honour for an Obrusi is to die in combat. At peace, the elders of the tribe would partake in duels to the death to achieve this. One would hope to die with a weapon clasped
in hand, and it was a sign of great respect, that one would choose another to take their life, showing a trust that they would make their death worthwhile.
Under Gnoman administration, this pursuit of death in combat lead to vast numbers of Obrusi becoming gladiators. Their religious tenants made for good viewing, although the wider public were
seldom aware that the sportsmanship shown by such fighters was base in faith.
Afterlife
Upon the death of the individual the Obrusi would cremate the body with their home, symbolising Obrus’ own loss, then bury the ashes in an pottery urn. The home could then be
rebuilt by the tribe to be lived in by the descendants of the deceased. As construction evolved beyond the traditional wooden, thatch, and daub, materials, it became impractical to burn the home, instead a small bonfire
would be lit over the burial urn to burn for the full day of the death. This has been suggested as the origins for the lighting of a torch in gladiator fights, (munera), upon a death in the arena.
After death, the Obrusi believe that their souls are carried by the great owl Nothus to the Hall of Heowmaeg, a spiritual realm of paradise where one rests and feasts with their ancestors
for an eternity. If one’s bonfire was too weak, Nothus will not find their soul and if their remains are interred incorrectly, they will slip from her talons and be lost, becoming Leowlar. Leowlar are trapped in Scref,
a freezing prison realm. A soul in Scref weakens over time and the weakest souls will dissipate, lost from the afterlife forever. The Leowlar who are strong enough to persist are not enternally trapped and will be given
the opportunity to fight their way to Heowmaeg. The path can be walked any number of times if the soul is strong enough, but failure will see it cast back to Scref; imprisoned again and weakened.
The failure for an improper cremation may see one become an imprisoned spirit in Scref, but there is a worse fate for a follower of Obrus. If the cremation does not occur, the soul settles
into the body and becomes inseparable from it. As the body decays, so too does the soul and so in Scref the soul manifests as an ‘unbesenged’.
In the frozen wastes that surround Scref there is a pit. A dark place within which the unburnt are thrown by the servants of the Great Owl. In contrast to those souls imprisoned within
Scref, the binding of soul and body maintains both, but at great cost. As the icy frost and fiery geysers wear at the corpse, the pain of survival in this plane warps the mind and flesh. The grotesque visages of these creatures
makes them unidentifiable and with their loss of identity, their minds too become fixated.
Should a soul escape its imprisonment, they will find themselves a beacon for the burning gazes of the unbesenged that wander nearby. They will tear the soul apart, envious of its fragile
purity yet tortuously unable to obtain it. As the soul dissipates into nothing, the unbesenged are only driven further into their madness.