The Veinspring

The Veinspring

The @Veinspring cuts Odrun Fell like a silver vein through stone, its waters born in the cold heights of Mount Vellspire and fed by unseen springs beneath the mountain’s roots. It runs swift and restless, drawing a jagged line between the marble terraces of @The Sprigs and the crowded stalls of @The Spindle before plunging into the shadowed channels of @The Barrows. Its banks shift in character as it flows—lined with carved stone quays above, warped planks and rope ladders below.
The Veinspring is lifeblood and hazard both. Women kneel in the shallows to beat chitin sheets clean, merchants guide laden skiffs toward hidden docks, and children cast nets from leaning bridges. Yet the river’s depths are far from tame—giant crawdads lurk in its hollows, armored and hungry, and now and again some scaled shadow glides beneath the surface, scattering smugglers and fishers alike. The river carries what the city spills into it, and sometimes it brings something back.