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!
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| Created | 15 days ago |
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| Type | District |
In the Sprigs, coin outweighs the voice of reason. Here, the guild elite live lavishly while plotting against each other behind closed doors. Every household, from the Barley's estates to the Promissory's towers, clings to either tradition or influence. Residents of the Sprigs overlook the rest of Odrun Fell. In the Sprigs, coin outweighs the voice of reason. Here, the guild elite live lavishly while plotting against each other behind closed doors. Every household, from the Barley's estates to the Promissory's towers, clings to either tradition or influence. Residents of the Sprigs have forgotten that the city's life blood flows from laborers and delvers that are far below them. Residents of the Sprigs have forgotten that the city's life blood flows from laborers and delvers that are far below them. Within the Sprigs, every kindness is a ledger entry and every visit is a move on an unseen board. Favors are not cheap and will sometimes need more than just gold to acquire.
An opulent district bathed in warm amber light. Ornate mansions line a wide chitin-paved boulevard, their architecture inspired by beetles and mantises—curved, iridescent roofs and antenna-shaped spires. Garden walls of living vines, and towering conservatories. Nobles in flowing insect-silk robes stroll or are carried on palanquins, casting long shadows across cobblestones carved with guild sigils.