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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Skelk Murn

Level 7 Half-Orc Cleric -

A level 7 Half-Orc Cleric, Skelk Murn is a weathered healer and tavern keeper, embodying strength and sorrow with a heart that offers solace to the broken.

Details

Race	Half-Orc
Class	Cleric
Level	7
Alignment
Pronouns	He/Him
Location	128, 4

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

Skelk is a hulking mass of weathered strength, with a broad chest compressed slightly inward from old injuries. His gait is slow and stiff, marked by the rhythm of a rebuilt left knee that clicks softly with each step. His skin is ashen green, faded with age and dust, and his tusks are chipped but polished. A patchy beard coils around his jaw, greying like scorched moss, and his eyes are the color of old pine sap—ambered with sorrow. He wears a bark-colored robe over chitin-padded trousers, cinched by a frayed red sash, and a leather apron permanently stained with wine, blood, and herbs. The air around him carries smoke, sage, and something faintly antiseptic. Behind the bar, his altar is wedged beside a lantern and a cracked mug, and it’s unclear which of the three sees more use. Skelk moves like the world is heavier for him than for others—and maybe it is.

personality

Skelk has the warmth of a dying hearth: steady, tired, and impossible to fake. He speaks in a low, gravelly tone, often letting long silences settle like dust before responding. He has no interest in politics or gods but quietly maintains his altar because “someone might need it.” He listens more than he speaks and never dismisses a story, no matter how outlandish. Pain—emotional or physical—is something he treats with equal reverence. Skelk doesn’t preach or offer platitudes. Instead, he makes a space where people can bleed without shame and laugh without fear. When he smiles, it’s slow and lopsided, like a crack in stone. He’ll treat your wounds with calloused hands, pour you a free drink, and send you home with a quiet warning about getting cocky in the dark. And if you ask what happened in his last delve, he’ll just say, “I came back. That’s all that matters.”

backstory

Skelk Murn crawled out of the tunnels one finger at a time after a delve went wrong twenty years ago, leaving him with a crushed ribcage, two shattered kneecaps, and the corpses of his crew strewn behind. He refused to die. After months recovering at the Dome, he limped away without ceremony, built a firepit in a ruined storeroom in the Barrows, and started pouring drinks for any delver willing to share silence or stories. Over time, Skelk’s Hollow became more of a healer's house than a tavern. Skelk never joined any priesthood, but somewhere along the way, he picked up the healing arts. He uses old battlefield remedies, tunnel-born prayers, and sheer grit to stitch people together. When Cudgel healers pass through, he treats them like family. Skelk never returned to the tunnels. Skelk instead became a solid pilar that the broken and destitute looked to for support.

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