Fantasy

Odrun Fell

FriendsAndFables

A city built in a fallen god-weapon, where guilds rule, delvers vanish, and every choice echoes through tunnels of chitin, ash, and ambition. Welcome to Odrun Fell, a Friends and Fables adventure!

Author's Note: Welcome to Odrun Fell, a Friends and Fables adventure into a world carved from myth and bone, where a shattered god-weapon's remains fuel a city of ambition, ritual, and ruin. From the lacquered towers of the Sprigs to the ichor-slick markets of the Barrows, every breath in this living graveyard is measured in trade, loyalty, and danger. Here, delvers vanish into the greatclub tunnels, masked beasts drift through haunted groves, and the softest words can carry more weight than any blade. The guilds squabble for dominance, adventurers bleed for coin or cause, and the club itself waits beneath it all like a buried truth. This game is a journey into beauty and rot, into candlelit politics and chitin-armored survival. Whether you walk with Cudgel steel, Promissory blades, or Barley-bred spiders on your shoulder, your choices will echo through the halls of power and the bones of the world. Odrun Fell is a city of many doors, how will you play in this adventure? Thank you for playing Friends and Fables!

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Zhurali Spang

Level 5 Half-Elf Druid -

A whimsical half-elf druid with a talent for crafting powerful pheromone-based tinctures, Zhurali Spang embodies the balance of nature and trade in the Spindle.

Details

Race	Half-Elf
Class	Druid
Level	5
Alignment
Pronouns	She/Her
Location	4, -8

Skills

Acrobatics

Animal Handling

Arcana

Athletics

Deception

History

Insight

Intimidation

Investigation

Medicine

Nature

Perception

Performance

Persuasion

Religion

Sleight Of Hand

Stealth

Survival

Ispreparedcaster

Isspellcaster

Currencies

Gold Pieces	0
Silver Pieces	0
Copper Pieces	0

appearance

A female half-elf druid with skin that shifts hue depending on the last potion she handled, today a rippling bronze-gold. She wears a layered robe of patchy mothwing cloth, dusted with pollen and stitched with petal-shaped glass vials. Her long ears are pierced with beetle-shell rings, and her hair—silky and vine-dark—is braided with tiny sachets of fragrance, some for display, others far more reactive. Her eyes are pupil-less pools of green-yellow shimmer, and her fingertips are always stained with something that glows faintly when the lights dim in the Spindle’s alleys.

personality

Zhurali is whimsical and unnerving in equal measure, with a languid grace and the air of someone who listens more to scents than voices. Her mind flits between subjects like pollen on a breeze—one moment she’s naming the scent trails of passing guards, the next she’s lamenting the extinction of a bark-moss beetle from the Shroud. While she often appears detached or aloof, everything she says carries hidden intention, like thorns behind velvet petals. She values oddity, dislikes repetition, and loathes synthetic perfumes with a kind of religious zeal. Behind her dreamy demeanor lies a shrewd understanding of nature’s oldest truths: attraction, warning, submission, memory. Her loyalty is hard-won but fierce, and she has been known to enchant a batch of warding salves for those who earn her trust—usually without explanation or fanfare. Zhurali considers conversation a kind of pollination: the less forced it is, the more beautiful the bloom.

backstory

Zhurali Spang used to be a grove-tender far from the greatclub. She was a devout druid of balance and bloom in a world that no longer had time for either. Her grove that once thrived in the Shroud was inevitably swallowed by Hollowmasks, massive chameleon like creatures with white masks that stole the appearance of anyone who got lost in the forest. She was left as a wanderer without a home. She eventually arrived at the Spindle where she found a new kind of ecosystem that she could thrive in. She decided to root herself in the Spindle, where trade was necessary for survival. Zhurali always had a talent for making unique and pleasant scents, and she was far more familiar with the process than most given her background. She opened up a perfumery barely wider than a closet, crafting her pheromone-based tinctures and scents that were potent enough to draw in or banish giant insects with the simple uncorking of a bottle.

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