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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Corlin Pewn

Level 6 Human Wizard -

A level 6 human wizard with a passion for alchemy, Corlin Pewn is a meticulous and socially awkward individual dedicated to the lifeblood of Odrun Fell.

Details

Race	Human
Class	Wizard
Level	6
Alignment
Pronouns	He/Him
Location	5, -69

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 compact man in his early fiftes, with thinning hair the color of bone-ash and deep bags beneath amber-ringed eyes. His fingers are permanently stained with blue alkasap, and his forearms show minor burn scars from spore reactions. He wears a layered robe of waxed barkcloth over chitin-laced undergarments, the hem encrusted with old purification salts. Suspended from his belt are dozens of tiny glass vials, some faintly glowing, others bubbling softly. A silksteel circlet set with moss-stone keeps his hair from falling into his face as he works. When he moves, he does so with hesitant precision, pausing often to listen for dripping valves or a shift in pressure. He smells faintly of crushed mint, rust, and distilled water. His voice has a reedy gentleness, as though always mid-whisper, and he rarely makes eye contact unless discussing mixture theory.

personality

Corlin’s mind never stops humming. He speaks in ratios, similes, and formulas, often comparing people to reagents—“That one? Too reactive. That one settles like powdered lime.” Though painfully awkward in most social settings, his sincerity is disarming. He believes in quiet service and despises vanity; to him, reputation is an unstable compound that corrodes when exposed to truth. Corlin mistrusts the guild's politics and prefers mosslight and silence to Barley debates. Yet he’s deeply loyal to the idea of Odrun Fell—its people, its water, its flow. He prays daily over the Communion Basin, not to gods, but to the memory of clean water. He cannot stand when someone interrupts him mid-process and becomes snappish when pressured. Still, when disaster strikes, his calm precision emerges, and no one stabilizes a contamination spiral faster.

backstory

Corlin Pewn is one of the older members of the Barleys in the city. His mother worked the Sallowrack’s outer edge, steeping sting-moss and binding venom sacs, while his father drowned in the quiet monotony of filter-cord weaving. But Corlin had a nose for mixture and a mind that could trace dilution ratios before he could write his name. When he was twelve, he memorized a faulty purification formula and corrected it mid-cycle, saving a whole batch of communion fluid. That act earned him a place beneath the lacquered domes of Bindershell Crossing. Over the decades, he’s refined the alchemical solution that feeds the Communion Basin. He spends his time balancing toxin-leeches, shimmer-salts, and grafted worm-spoor with obsessive precision. Though never officially promoted beyond his current work in alchemy, everyone in the Crossing knows Corlin’s mixture is the true lifeblood of the aqueduct.

Stats

Strength

Dexterity

Constitution

Intelligence

Wisdom

Charisma

Armor Class

Max HP

Speed

HP

36 / 36 HP

XP

14,00014,000 XP22,999

Level 6

Level 1

Knock

Level 2