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 | (-40, -137) |
The Orchard-Limbs Grove is where the largest of the treebugs roam. These towering stickbugs have limbs that grow seasonal fruit used in everything from daily rations to expensive liqueurs sold in the Spindle. The bugs are docile, but massive. Harvesting must be carefully timed, as the fruit only ripens when the creatures molt. The Barleys treat the creatures with near-spiritual reverence, never using tools to harvest. For generations the Barleys have practiced using only hand-woven silk slings and hooked gloves passed down from their ancestors. A single misstep could cause the bug to drop fruit prematurely or enter a defensive shedding cycle, wasting months of care.
The grove stretches in every direction, shaded by the moving forms of stickbugs as tall as watchtowers, their bark-colored bodies blending into the canopy. From their limbs dangle bulbous, jewel-toned fruit that glisten with a waxy sheen. Suspended bridges of woven silk allow tenders to move between the branches without disturbing the creatures, giving the entire area a dreamlike verticality.