short fiction set in the world of Aurelon.
Some of these are lore events — moments the cosmology required, rendered into prose. Others began at the table, in fifteen years of campaigns that shaped the world long before it became a book. The players' choices became the cosmology's history. The cosmology's history became these stories.
Each is its own door. None of them are the novels. Read in any order.
The savage god, the partner who shaped the small things, the world that fell. And the long sleep that followed — where he lies beneath a forest still, waiting to be whole enough to wake.
Three companions descend into the dark. The dying thing beneath the temple makes them each an offer. The cost is different for everyone. The ending is not what any of them imagined.
Four mappers descend on a routine survey. The temple gives way to something older. The deeper they go, the more the architecture decides who stays — and the marks they leave on the walls stop being marks they recognize.