Beory (bay-OH-ree) commonly takes the form of a rotund, middle-aged, motherly woman with brown hair and weathered skin, and she is sometimes depicted as such. More often, though, the Power of nature, rain, and the very Wearth itself is seen as a process rather than a being by learned folk, and she is considered very distant by the common folk. The worldly doings of Humans, demihumans, and their kindred are of almost no concern to Beory. Only events which affect the integrity of Wearth as an entity concern her. Beory has very few clerics, those who do exist are druids.

The Wearth is the wellspring of all life. Whether on the surface, below the waves, or underground, all life is part of the cycle of birth, life, and death, and a part of Beory. She inspires every living thing to grow, nurtures them with blessed rain, and calls them to herself when it is time to die. Disasters that cause widespread destruction are agony to her. The actions of individuals are of no consequence unless they threaten the Wearth.

Clerics of Beory are contemplative commoners with nature, using their skills to avoid any change of the natural balance. They are conservative, cautious folk, loath to take incisive actions. Many are solitary, and the clergy has little organization. Clerics treat each other as superiors on the basis of wisdom and years, not as a result of formal titles or higher experience levels.