Telchur - Temples

Temples

Places of worship to Telchur are often dedicated to the Velaeri as a whole. These locations are found throughout Oeridian lands, including Ahlissa, the Bone March, the Gran March, Highfolk, Ratik, Sunndi, the County of Urnst, and Veluna. Though worship of the Velaeri is forbidden in the Theocracy of the Pale, they are honored in secret by many farmers and country folk. Telchur also has followers among the Rovers of the Barrens, the Tiger Nomads, and the Wolf Nomads.

"Natural" temples to Telchur are often caves or windbreaks in the snow; they seldom outlast the winter, and are reconsecrated the following autumn.

The Iceminster, a temple to Telchur in Kaport Bay in the North Province, was torn down by the people for firewood in the winter of 246 CY.

The greatest remaining temple to Telchur stands in Blackmoor; called the Frost Palace, it is a great stone edifice built of white marble, with walls some ten feet thick. It lies 45 leagues east of Dantredun, on the edge of the Cold Marsh.

The Hanging Glacier of Alisedran, located in the Corusk Mountains, is considered a site sacred to Telchur.

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