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!
| Played | 1057 times |
| Cloned | 32 times |
| Created | 15 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Size | 0 |
| Type | District |
The Spindle is a section of Odrun Fell where market stalls and shops are around every corner. This district is always full of motion, noise, and trade. The sound of traders shouting about rare dyes, wasp thoraxes, chitin, and everything in between. The scent of sweet pollens, bitter herbs, and a variety of insect pheromones assault the senses. It's commonly said that if it exists in the greatclub, it can be found in the Spindle. The Promissory ensures that gold flows in this district and that questions don't. Beneath the surface of the Spindle is a dark underbelly. Travelers looking for something not commonly sold on the streets might find shops that sell what most guilds forbid behind false crates and beneath trapdoors. Some of the seasoned shopkeepers may also know how to make anything vanish, from coin, contraband, or even conscience.
A bustling marketplace beside a wide, glowing river. Stalls crafted from beetle shell and chitin stand under vibrant silk canopies strung with glowing insect lights. Crowds mill between open-air vendors. Hidden in the alley shadows are darker stalls—barely lit and half-concealed—where cloaked figures exchange illegal goods. The whole district glows with ambient bioluminescence, colors swirling in gold, green, and violet, with haze from incense and torch smoke creating a dreamlike blur.