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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Damas Underflame

Level 12 Human Bard -

A charming human bard with a silver streak in his hair, Damas Underflame manipulates the elite of Odrun Fell with promises and secrets, all while concealing a ledger of debts and favors.

Details

Race	Human
Class	Bard
Level	12
Alignment
Pronouns	He/Him
Location	122, 99

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

Damas Underflame stands like a flame in still air—lean, elegant, and always in motion even when still. His tailored robes are a cascade of indigo and crimson silk, embroidered with gold-threaded beetles and wasps, shifting subtly in light like insect wings. His black eyes gleam with constant amusement, framed by expressive brows and a smile that never quite reaches sincerity. His jet-black hair is combed back like a silk curtain, a single streak of silver slicing through like a polished dagger. His skin is smooth but taut, face carved with the soft precision of someone who’s never lifted more than a glass. When he walks, it’s with the languid grace of a man who already owns the room. He smells faintly of clove smoke and honeyed ink, and always carries an ornate ledger hidden in the lining of his inner coat—its cover stitched from dark chitin, its pages scented, but encrypted.

personality

Damas speaks like a velvet noose—always inviting, never rushed, but tightening with every smile. He’s a master manipulator who never tells outright lies, just trims truth into elegant silhouettes. There’s warmth in his voice, humor in his barbs, and sincerity in his apologies, all of it exquisitely rehearsed. He disarms rivals with flattery and paves his path with debts others don’t know they owe. Beneath the charm is a mind like a ledger—every slight, favor, and secret filed and indexed for future leverage. He despises brute force, viewing violence as a failure of imagination. Yet when necessary, he’ll orchestrate ruin with surgical grace, never leaving fingerprints. To allies, he’s generous. To enemies, he’s patient. And to the city of Odrun Fell, he is a disease that wears a perfumed mask and shakes your hand while slipping something into your pocket.

backstory

Damas Underflame clawed his way from gutter-slick alleys in the Spindle to velvet-backed thrones in the Sprigs, guided by nothing but charm, cunning, and the uncanny ability to make people want what he offered—whether it existed or not. He was orphaned during a collapsed tunnel raid in his youth, slipping through the cracks of guild charity and into the black-market circuits of the Spindle. His voice became his coin, his smile his knife. At seventeen, he cut his first real deal by uniting two feuding smuggling rings—he did it with no product and no power, just a promise and a plan. Now, as Guildmaster of the Promissory, Damas funds expeditions into banned sections of the greatclub, smooths trade with bribes wrapped in silk, and sips wine bought with secrets. He’s laid groundwork to secure the regency in the next election, and not even Myra or Orin know how deep his influence burrows.

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