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 | 1120 times |
Cloned | 33 times |
Created | 15 days ago |
Last Updated | Yesterday |
Visibility | Public |
Coordinates | (4, -8) |
The Bentroot Exchange is an unglamorous sprawl of open-air booths, all kinds of makeshift to high quality kiosks, and family-run counters. The upper stalls of the Spindle chase wealth and reputation, but the Bentroot is different. The Bentroot is a simple marketplace that is filled with honest barter and grit. Farmers from the chitin terraces are hauling in sacks of wing-husks and chitin while forge-workers are offloading imperfect plates for salvage. This is where delvers find rope and flint, laborers trade fungus bricks for bone soap, and apothecaries haggle for herbs or ingredients. Personal guilds don't mean much at all here, the only thing that makes a big difference is reputation, availability and the occasional casting of Identify.
A low basin filled with open-air booths and tarpaulin lean-tos, adorned with hanging bug-cages and mushroom lanterns. Woven crates and shell baskets overflow with goods, while the air is thick with the scents of trade and the sounds of barter bells.