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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Sirvane Oloseth

Level 6 Elf Bard -

An elegant elf bard from a lesser Promissory house, Sirvane Oloseth captivates audiences with his charm and artistry while manipulating the elite of Odrun Fell.

Details

Race	Elf
Class	Bard
Level	6
Alignment
Pronouns	He/Him
Location	34, 22

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

Sirvane is elegant to the point of artistry. He wears layered robes of iridescent silk stitched with beetlewing shimmer, shifting color as he moves beneath the gaslight of the Carapace. His pale gold hair is coiled in a ceremonial knot, pierced with pins tipped in venomstone. His skin is near-translucent, a canvas for his expressive eyebrows and sharp cheekbones. His eyes, ink-dark with mirrored pupils, scan every gesture in a room for leverage. His voice is rich as honey and twice as sticky—each word hangs in the air like perfume. He carries no weapons, but a silver stylus dangles from his belt, used to sketch auction runes and signature marks during high bids. The scent around him is clove, lacquer, and aged parchment. He walks with balletic precision, each step silent, yet deliberate—as though the floor might betray him if not courted properly. To see Sirvane is to feel curated, judged, and perhaps... invited.

personality

Sirvane is all control wrapped in velvet—precise, rehearsed, and disarmingly warm. He plays both diplomat and performer, matching his energy to the needs of the room. With clients, he's indulgent and encouraging, coaxing bids from egos with well-timed flattery and gasped half-truths. With staff, he’s exacting and cold, demanding flawless timing and silence unless spoken to. Sirvane believes beauty is a weapon more dangerous than any fang or spell, and he wields it without mercy. Though he seems genteel, he remembers every slight, every snub, and uses memory as currency. Despite the affectation, there’s a lonely core to him—someone whose every relationship is performative, whose trust is so buried beneath manipulation that even his own reflection feels like an audience. If there’s a god he prays to, it’s the crowd.

backstory

Sirvane Oloseth was born into one of the lesser Promissory houses in the Sprigs and polished his voice before he ever polished a coin. Groomed for etiquette and appraisal, Sirvane’s early years were spent memorizing bloodlines and cataloguing the luster of wyrm-scale against the dull gleam of chitin scrap. His role was never to fight, but to elevate—to take the raw spoils from the tunnels and present them to Odrun Fell’s elite with drama, allure, and just enough danger to drive up the price. At the Platinum Carapace, Sirvane found his stage. He began by narrating auctions of preserved beasts, then rose to curating the private viewings where exotic creatures breathe beneath glass. Every whispered story and ceremonial gesture he performs is choreographed to stoke obsession. Behind the curtain, he brokers quiet deals for Damas Underflame, smoothing over political fractures with performance. Sirvane doesn’t just sell; he makes people hunger.

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