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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Theron Mossvale

Level 6 Elf Druid -

A serene elf druid with a deep connection to nature, Theron Mossvale embodies the balance of the grove, training others in the patient ways of the Barleys while maintaining a quiet reverence for the orchard-limbs.

Details

Race	Elf
Class	Druid
Level	6
Alignment
Pronouns	He/Him
Location	-40, -137

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 tall, willow-thin elf druid with vine-braided dark hair cascading down to his waist. His skin resembles polished bark, adorned with faint pale green patterns that ripple across his forearms. His piercing mossy gold eyes are unblinking and perceptive. He wears robes stitched from woven silk harvested within the grove, their colors shifting subtly with the time of day. His hooked gloves, old and hand-spun from chitin and silk, have been passed down through his family and are carefully restored. He carries the scent of ripe fruit, crushed lichen, and spore dust. Theron moves with careful stillness, each step deliberate, each breath in tune with the grove’s heartbeat. Among the Barleys, he is seen as a keeper of balance, a calming presence amidst the harvest and the harvesters.

personality

Theron is soft-spoken and serene, with a deeply grounding presence. He values rhythm over rules, intuition over interference, and patience above all. He speaks rarely, and never with wasted words. He believes everything—fruit, bugs, people—has its season, and he never rushes anyone through theirs. To the uninitiated, he can seem aloof or unknowable, but those who spend time with him come to understand his silences as attentive, not cold. He holds a quiet reverence for the orchard-limbs, viewing them as elder spirits rather than livestock, and he treats even the fruit as gifts, not products. While not overtly political, he disdains those in the Spindle who see the bugs as commodities. He’s kind, but immovable when provoked, and his calm becomes unnerving when danger strikes—like the grove itself preparing to shift.

backstory

Theron Mossvale has lived most of his life in quiet canopy shadow, his every movement taught to mirror the slow grace of the orchard-limbs. Born into a long line of Barley tenders who specialize in bug-harvested fruit, Theron was trained from childhood in the art of balance—of timing, touch, and trust. When his older brother perished during a premature molting event, Theron was still too young to inherit the family gloves. He earned them anyway, climbing the silk bridges barefoot at dawn and whispering to the treebugs until they allowed him near. Over decades, he’s become one of the most respected tenders in the grove—part caretaker, part ritualist, part scientist. He has memorized the fruit cycles of every known treebug in the grove, and the bugs seem to recognize him in return, lowering their limbs for him with eerie precision. Now, Theron trains others in the same patient ways, never with lectures—only with silence and example.

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