Vaeril, The Thousand-Winged Watcher
Vaeril is a radiant and elusive deity, rarely seen in a singular form. He is most often depicted as a vast silhouette composed entirely of birds in flight—hawks, swans, sparrows, owls, cranes, and even mythical avian creatures—all coalescing into a divine shape that shifts with the wind. In other depictions, he takes the shape of a serene, androgynous figure with great iridescent wings and a crown of feathers, always surrounded by flocks of birds that act as his eyes and voice.
The God of Birds is revered not only as a guardian of all avian life, but as the master of omens and signs carried on the wind. The beating of wings, the circling of vultures, the call of a crow at dawn—all are said to be Vaeril’s subtle messages, encoded in nature’s rhythm for those wise or wild enough to interpret. His voice is rarely heard directly; rather, he speaks through dreams of soaring flight, spiraling feathers, or the inexplicable arrival of a lone bird during moments of significance.
Vaeril is considered a patron of messengers, wanderers, prophets, and even spies. His followers are often scattered and solitary, but deeply observant—people who see connections others miss, who look to the skies for answers, and who treat birds with reverence as sacred vessels. Some of his most devout wear cloaks of feathers, and claim to understand the language of birds, especially ravens, doves, and cranes.
Legends say that Vaeril is ancient beyond reckoning, perhaps a Spirit born from the first creature to take flight. In some Aigusyl myths, it was Vaeril who first carried the word of the gods to the mortal world, his wings casting the first shadows across the land. Others whisper that he watches the world even when the other gods sleep, and that in his silence, nothing escapes his sight.
Though peaceful and graceful, Vaeril is not a god to be crossed. When truly angered, he is said to become a storm of beaks and talons—a Celestial murder of crows and a tempest of wings, descending in divine fury. He does not seek destruction, but will blind tyrants, strip lies from the lips of deceivers, and drag false prophets screaming into the clouds.
Vaeril has no great temples. His shrines are built in high places—cliffside rookeries, misty towers, atop wind-swept trees or mountain eyries. Offerings left to him are often simple: feathers, seed, pieces of parchment with words unsent. His blessings often come in the form of sudden insight, prophetic dreams, or flocks that gather at one’s side before danger.
Divine Domains
Nature, Tempest, Birds
