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!
Played | 1125 times |
Cloned | 33 times |
Created | 15 days ago |
Last Updated | Yesterday |
Visibility | Public |
Coordinates | (1, 6) |
The Chitin Vaults are a high-end marketplace for some of the rarest and most dangerous monster parts recovered from the greatclub tunnels. The Vaults are officially licensed by the Promissory and are one of their most important operations within the city. Legal enough to be endorsed, lucrative enough to justify intimidation, and prestigious enough to attract wealthy buyers from the Springs without ever needing to leave the comfort of the Spindle. Transactions here are usually done through contracts, where buyers select certain pieces for weapon commissions, fashion accessories, or powerful alchemical distillations. It's common to see Promissory agents inspecting delivery crates while nobles from the Sprigs are found arguing over who gets to buy what first. The Vaults never have to advertise because everyone knows where they are and that no matter how rare something is, it can be found in the Chitin Vaults.
Tucked beneath a gilded canopy of dried wasp wings and faded banners, the Chitin Vaults sit at the junction of two bustling lanes in the heart of the Spindle. Its arched stallfront glows with amber-lit panels and glossy shell mosaics, each depicting beastly trophies rendered in lacquered thoraxes and mandibles. On the side of the public stall is a heavily barred gate of polished fangbone, with a rotating security lens embedded in its crown like the eye of some long-dead beetle god. Buyers can enter the barred gate to descend into the actual vaults where the real deals are made. The air is rich with the scent of resin oil, dried ichor, and singed herbs—an olfactory marker of preserved rarity and violence made tame. The Vaults’ perimeter is strangely still, as if silence itself were part of the price. There are always several birds perched somewhere outside.