Welcome to the World of Avôr'Mundô
Where Victorian decay meets sacred threads. Where twilight purple bleeds through urban noir. Where the broken find their wholeness in the divine tapestry.
Where Victorian decay meets sacred threads. Where twilight purple bleeds through urban noir. Where the broken find their wholeness in the divine tapestry.
Stephen J. Sotavento weaves together the threads of Kabbalistic mysticism, Latino culture, and LGBTQ+ experience to create the gritty, sacred world of Avôr'Mundô.
His work explores the broken places where divine light shines brightest—in exile, in suffering, in the fragments scattered throughout our world. Like the Tel'Ôrim priests who weave sacred threads through urban decay, Sotavento finds holiness in the abandoned and forgotten.
"This book is written in memory of Rabbi James Myers, z"l, whose life and teaching embodied the sanctity of faith in a chaotic world. He understood that spiritual guidance means walking alongside those in exile, finding the holy in the abandoned and forgotten."
Aubrey Aurelio and the Mishmar's Loom is an act of repair—Tikkun Olam—for all the misfit toys, the broken, the discarded, yet always cherished.
High fantasy meets 90s noir in an alternate history where sacred threads weave through urban decay
Step back into 1997 Bardstown, Illiniwek. Victorian queens slouch along fractured streets like forgotten courtesans. Peeling paint, broken spindles, and secrets no one dares voice. This is where Alejandrô's story begins—with garbage bags on a porch and a note that says only: Vayikrâ.
The Knights of Româna move through the cul-de-sac like ghosts stitched into night's fabric. Their garnet robes sway, bell sleeves fluttering like wings of blood-soaked doves. For the Tel'Ôrim people, being different is dangerous. Survival means hiding in plain sight.
The sacred Loom weaves more than thread—it weaves destiny itself. Every Tel'Ôrim priest carries the weight of their people's history in the patterns they create. Twilight purple, the hour between day and night. A color for a boy who was boy and priest both, but neither.
For two millennia, Tel'Ôrim priests lived beneath crystal spires in Argentina's secret womb. Ancient ways survived there, prayers spoken in Tel'Hâ'Obar that the outside world had long forgotten. Then the wolves came, and exile became their only sanctuary.
Abûelâ's hands, weathered by time and wisdom, pass down the sacred knowledge. "Even the strongest thread can break under too much weight," she murmured. "But we are not single threads, Alejandrô. We are part of Avoregâr's great tapestry."
Three souls bound by prophecy, woven by fate
The Weaver of Sacred Law
A towering 6'4" Tel'Ôrim priest and survivor, Ali is a weaver of sacred law whose gentle soul belies a history of torment. With crystalline silver eyes that reflect the moon and a spider-shaped birthmark (Birkât ha'Ôreghêt) at the center of his chest, he is the embodiment of the lost and sacred Navârî caste of Argentînâ. Though raised in exile and scarred by abuse, he reclaims his power through the sacred arts of weaving and prayer.
The Priest of the Blade
Raised by the fierce Cherev'Virgaî (Sword Maidens), Rubên is a unique warrior-priest who blends feminine strength with masculine sacred aesthetics. He possesses captivating prismatic sea-foam green eyes and wears his shoulder-length dark hair loose in honor of the women who raised him. Known for his wit and fierce loyalty, he wields the broadsword Consüêlä and dedicates his life to protecting Alejandrô.
The Grounding Force
A 5'6" Italian mechanic with a heart of gold and a history of addiction, Ron and his people are outcasts, hated and discriminated against. Like all Italians, Ron possesses "cursed" hazel-green eyes and a muscular build honed by labor; he is the grounding force for Ali. Though he once hid his chest in shame, he is revealed to be the third part of a prophecy, proving that even the discarded stones of the empire are sacred.
An alternate history where empires clash and the sacred threads of destiny are woven
The heart of temporal power, where the Pontifex Maximus rules with divine authority—or so they claim.
Once home to the Fjórða ríki, these lands bear the scars of conquest and resistance.
Ancient homeland of sacred traditions, where the roots of Tel'Ôrim wisdom run deep.
A crossroads of cultures and powers, where old world meets new.
The new world holds both promise and peril for those seeking refuge.
Hidden beneath crystal spires, the Tel'Ôrim preserved their ways for two millennia—until the wolves came.
Where different spirits walk and ancient powers still hold sway.
Scattered across the globe, these communities keep the sacred threads alive in exile.
Descendants of Rome's glory, navigating between empire and identity.
Begin your journey into Avôr'Mundô
The Sacred Song of the Tel'Ôrim
Sing unto the Weaver, all you Navârî. Behold, dear children, the sigils of Tel'Hâ'Obar.
