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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Broodmaster Rilsa Venn

Level 5 Human Druid -

A calm and disciplined human druid, Rilsa Venn is a senior broodmaster at Thornwell Hatchery, devoted to tradition and the nurturing of silk, marked by her intricate tattoos and serene presence.

Details

Race	Human
Class	Druid
Level	5
Alignment
Pronouns	She/Her
Location	-60, -122

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 slender human druid with a wiry grace shaped by years of precise motion. Her tan skin is marked with delicate sigils and three scars from unstable broods. Jet black hair is braided into a coiled loop, dusted with silk powder. She wears a fitted robe spun from undyed armorweave silk, cinched with a belt of larval-wrapped chitin beads. Honey-brown eyes are unblinking, catching the light like warm resin. Her breath smells faintly of bitterleaf tea, and her hands always carry a trace of humidity. Rilsa moves with the softness of nesting silk—silent, deliberate, and impossible to ignore once noticed.

personality

Rilsa is unflinchingly calm, even in the presence of chaos. She believes emotion has no place near a brood and teaches with the same quiet discipline she expects from her apprentices. She rarely speaks above a whisper, forcing others to match her stillness. Her reverence for the hatchery is borderline spiritual, and she scorns the flashy breeding techniques some Barleys use to impress buyers in the Sprigs. To her, stability is sacred and change is a threat. She doesn’t suffer incompetence, but she’s not cruel—her discipline is in service to the silk, not her ego. She marks each student’s progress in an old bone ledger, and never forgets who failed or excelled. Though aloof in the daylight hours, she’s been known to sing to the sacs during deep night rotations, her voice low and soothing in the cradle of heat and resin.

backstory

Rilsa Venn was born feet from the nutrient pools of Thornwell Hatchery, the daughter of two tenders who died tending an unstable breed before her fifth year. Raised by broodmasters and taught in silence, she learned the rhythms of the hatchery the way others learn lullabies. Her bloodline traces back to one of the founding silk-tenders of Odrun Fell, and her training was stricter for it. She completed her year of probation early, but chose to stay in Thornwell, forgoing the more prestigious breeding stations in the Sprigs. To Rilsa, Thornwell isn’t just where silk is born—it’s where tradition lives. She has reared dozens of clutches and culled hundreds more, her steady hands often sought when a new tender’s balance slips. She holds firm that the old ways work for a reason, and defends them with the quiet certainty of moss on stone. Now a senior broodmaster, her word is law beneath the Hatchery dome.

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