The land of Wesseir has for many years been seen as a strange one by outsiders, even one of deep evil. Wesseir is described by Sir Ivan Sirel, an ethnographic researcher from Sellabin, in his published work "Arcane Cultures of Southern Elsvyr" (1127, 2nd Age).

Wesseiria as a country is a spectacle to behold. A country that, while not exceptionally large, is quite large compared to the current populous. The current living population is smaller than you may find in a large city in most major cities of the world, but here is the puzzling thing. If you were to visit its sprawling towns with their pillars of marble and meticulously clean stone streets, you would not feel anything amidst. The city's feel as though they are bustling with activity with people running hither and thither about their daily lives, large smiles plastered on their faces and bellies round with the richest of cuisine. The strangeness only begins to set in when you look for things that are not there. You will not be able to find a single beggar, a single sick or dying person, there is no trash in the streets. The strange area appears at first glance to be Utopic. However, as I’m sure you, dear reader, have already come upon my next point. There is no such thing as a utopia, and when something appears to be that way there is often a malicious cause. My first step on my journey to discover the truth about Wesseiria was to go to the local government office. Once inside I walked across a beautifully laid marble floor depicting a scene from a famous local poet and came right up to the foreign ambassador. After she patiently listened to my story she took me across the road to a monastery where she told me I may find the answers to my questions inside. She also told me however that what I find out may be difficult to process and maybe a tad frightening to the uninitiated. I opened the beautifully carved 14-foot doors into a room I can only explain as both beautiful and horrible, astoundingly gorgeous and grotesque. The floor is a solid opaque white crystal, illuminated from below in a dazzling display of magic and craftsmanship. But in the center of the room, there are more happy townsfolk, smiling warmly as can be. There is a difference however from the people wandering the streets outside. Most are older, frailer, the younger ones have all been in accidents, with blood cascading out of them. All of them looked to be on death’s door, yet they still had those beautiful, off-putting, smiles as they were being attended to by priests and priestesses in long, flowing brightly colored robes. All of these people had family and friends around them in what was to be their last moments. Hugs were given, warm tears were shed, and then the priest gives them a small vial to drink from and they pass. The families leave, but I am stuck there in a morbid fascination as the cleric begins a ritual over the now deceased. I have often been a proponent for some things that many have seen as immoral, but what I saw and felt before me wasn’t only immoral. It was unholy. The person recently passed opened their eyes, now glowing with unholy energy and stood up, the cleric directed this thing into another room where it stayed for a few minutes, to return in clothing all white, all skin covered down to their fingertips and a white, skintight, mask over their face with a thin white mesh over their eyes. The person from before was unrecognizable in this getup. A complete drone, to wander through the cities doing the work for all of the happy, happy little people. While they have no idea that their loved one is just a mere few feet away from them.

Also published in his work was included the response of Lady Je’lele, Head of the Weisserian Council:

What Sir Ivan said in the before paper did hold truth, however, it was filtered through preconceived biases of right and wrong. If we were to step back for a moment and look at statistics. Of the civilized world we are currently sitting at a literacy rate of 98%, a positive birth to death ratio, 0% Homeless population, 97% of the population enjoy their lives, there is no starvation, less than 1% suicide rate, access to free healthcare and schooling. Our country has been able to find a way to maintain and improve the way of life for all of Weisseria’s population by using a resource that every other country in the world simply lets rot under their feet. There is no evil in giving your population the best life that is possible, the evil is in letting your people have a miserable life due to a dilemma over a non-issue. Our citizens know what happens after death, they except it. They understand the gifts that they have been given in this country are derived from the population giving back after their time on this planet is used up. It is a give and take. Our citizens see the truth in what we are doing and many pursue a path of holiness to better help their country thrive in the future. Having a workforce that doesn’t need rest, that doesn’t need food, that does not care about conditions nor need pay. It is a gift. You can ask any cleric if after a person dies the body is still the person. They will respond no. No, the body is merely another hunk of garbage to be tossed aside and forgotten. Is it immoral to use trash to benefit the country?

Absolutely not. Life is what matters, death matters not.