03/04/2025 - 04/04/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Fel in Skoll's Strike

Freyja is confused, this much is obvious as she digests what is unfolding right before her eyes. You emerge from a dark corridor moments after Fenrir passed, only to have crashed into her sending pages from the books Fenrir sent you to obtain from Keijo’s Sleeve flying every which way. Suspiciously Freyja asks you if you’re alright, and your pause causes her to grow even more concerned. Her body snakes to one side as she keeps hold of the singular book she still holds in her possession, not yet having pawed it over to you. “Were you hiding from Fenrir?” She asks, boldly and bravely already feeling as though she knew the answer. Your heart is pounding in your chest, you could tell her everything perhaps? Explain the vision, explain what you saw in great detail. Fenrir’s lifeless body laid upon the forest floor as she wept before him. You could tell her about the mysterious Felvarg that led you to a stream in The Great Maw. You could tell her one moment you were blind, until you weren’t..

The more you considered the words the more you realized how ridiculous you sounded. Freyja would never believe you, who would? To give these very books to Fenrir meant you were sealing his fate to the unspeakable. You search for the same sorrow in Freyja’s eyes as you saw when she chased you through the forest on Haldor’s peaks eager to strike you down. This time though? Her expression was washed over in hurt and anger. You take a few steps backwards anxiously as Freyja steps towards you in equal paces, her tone sharp, “Think long and hard about this.” It’s too late for Freyja to talk you off the edge so-to-speak. It simply had to be this way.

With your mind made up you turn and bolt off down the dark corridor tripping over your own four paws multiple times in an attempt to free yourself of The Great Maw and those who now angrily seek you out from within. Each corridor looks like the last, the wet moss causing the cavern floor to resemble ice beneath your pads. You’re breathless, anxious and each way out is met with another guard charging towards you with a fierce purpose. Snarls and roars of honor snap behind you as you turn and blindly run in any direction that offers even the slightest hint of possible freedom. You’re being hunted, like prey in a meadow as the guards weave the passages as though they themselves had built them with their own four paws.

The only way away is up, and the further up you climb the more concerned you are that you might not find an exit of some sort. One final turn sends you crashing into yet another Felvarg, and this time It’s Esme. She seems jarred as she yelps when the two of you collide. You quickly scramble to all fours as you hear thundering paws approaching. Esme seems concerned as she rushes forward in an attempt to comfort you. When you back away in a panic she respectfully pauses, she can see the worry in your gaze, she can hear your heart pounding. She turns now and with the guards nearing the two of you she understands exactly what is happening. Esme turns back to face you as she leaps over your head and bolts forward. You’re confused as she clears you.

You take one last look at the guards as they close the gap, when you look back to Esme she turns and scolds you as she collapses into a trot to call back to you, “What are you waiting for, let’s go!” Can you really trust Esme? What choice do you have, it’s not as if you have enough time to create a list of pros and cons. After hesitating you spin in pursuit of Esme, who leads you down dark slips that would have otherwise been blind to the naked unknowing eye. Eventually you break out onto a cliff side. It takes only a moment to realize that hundreds of feet below you The Hungry Wolf pounds into the cliff side of The Great Maw. You look at Esme, and she gazes back at you with equal parts hope and fear in her eyes. Wait… she’s not expecting you to jump.. Pawsteps approaching from behind snap you back to reality as Esme widens her eyes with worry, nodding it to one side as if to gesture ‘what else can we do.’ She takes a few steps backwards and tucks her head into her chest as if to summon the courage she needed next.

Both of your chests heave with exhaustion as Esme speaks one last time before bursting forward and leaping from the cliff side with or without you, “Don’t be a fel in Skoll's Strike. Fenrir’s bite is what truly ended it all.” If ever words were going to encourage you to leap, it would be those words specifically.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg having leapt from the cliff side of The Great Maw, plummeting down into Hongerige. Your paws have only just left the crumbling mountainside as you're suspended in midair. This leap is hundreds of feet from the water below, hungrily the waves wait to receive you. Moss and foliage consumes the face of the mountain whole.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Oracle's Bloodcursed Cleaver *, 50% Chance for 1x Essence of Trickery, 25% Chance for 1x Waterlogged Provisions

Optional:

All participants will be added into a raffle to receive 1x Cursed Helscroll.

03/18/2025 - 03/31/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Kismet's Call

Deep within the heart of Shalalee Glen a field of clovers bursts to life signaling the official end of winter. A gentle breeze sweeps through this drifting meadow causing the foliage to dance and twist into a sea of emerald stretching endlessly over the soft rolling hills. Bright rays of sun shine down covering the meadow in a blanket of warmth. Somewhere within this sprawling meadow of green lay a single clover, unlike all the others. The lucky four leaf clover, and it stands proud having sprouted amongst the various shades of green that accompany it. As the night sets in, an aurora will take the skies above the meadow by force, lighting up each petal from each clover that resides here in Shalalee Glen. No two locations where this glen has been spotted have ever been the same and should somefel slumber within they will awaken no longer in the glen. To find Shalalee Glen in itself is no easy task, to find the luckiest clover within is even more challenging.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg exploring Shalalee Glen in search of a four leaf clover, or otherwise basking within the glen peacefully.

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 1x Mapleheart's Lost Satchel, 1x Rune of Shamrock Luck, 1x Shamrock Bites (Unique), 1x Title: Saint Patrick's Day (Unique), 50% chance for 1x Lucky Pouch (Unique)

Optional:

A single creator of each entry (the creator who uploads the entry) will be entered into a raffle for a chance to bribe the wild Kismet, Emerald's Luck to join their pack.

Artwork Challenge: Create your entry using a green palette and all Felvargs present will be awarded an additional 1x Shamrock Bites

Literature Challenge: Create your entry with an additional +600 word requirement and all Felvargs present will be awarded an additional 1x Shamrock Bites

03/05/2025 - 04/02/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Hallstein

Waves crash at the shore of Hearth, the smell of brine and salt fills the air. A cool breeze whips and tugs at your fur while seagulls call overhead. Creaking wood sounds beneath your paws as you walk the docks, the fisherfel nodding in welcome. You watch as Hongerige rocks the ships awaiting departure, the decks buzzing with activity as fisherfel scramble in preparation for the long journey out at sea. As you make your way through the docks, you take notice of captains shifting their paws anxiously as they gather at a particular ship. You feel tension in the air as Felvargs whispers in hushed, distraught tones. Noah stood among these seafarers, his own gaze reflecting the uncertainty of those around him.

“Our hauls have been scarce. We are returning with no fish!” a rugged titan called out, his voice edged with desperation. Noah bowed his head in understanding, “We have taken a devastating blow to our trade. Worse yet, there have been no signs of our beloved Hallstein in days.” He addressed the Felvargs gathered around him, each lowering their gaze in worry. The waters off the coast of Hearth have always provided bountiful returns, but this is not by chance. Hallstein’s sheer size and overwhelming presence alone deters larger predators that would normally strip the water free of its marine life. Those who fish within his territory have benefited from the symbiotic relationship formed with the large walrus allowing Felvargs like Noah and his crew to fish freely, so long as they provide Hallstein with a few snacks from their haul.

Noah puffed up his chest, a plan swimming through his brain, “Hallstein was last seen on the rocky cliffs on the edge of the Great Maw.” His icy blue eyes fell on you, “You will join me, I need a sturdy crew to brave the cliffside in search of our friend. Nofel knows of the dangers that lie in wait.” With haste, everyfel, including yourself, boarded Noah’s boat and set sail. The journey was swift and as you approached the jagged cliffs lining the edge of the Great Maw, the sight sent chills down your spine. To your dismay, you found Hallstein pinned against a spire jutting from the water swirling below. His massive form thrashed frantically against the frozen fishing nets that anchored him in place. The boat lurches as Noah unexpectedly lowers his anchor before you can advance any closer, “The tide is too low, we can not approach.” his eyes filled with deep concern as he walks toward the bow of the boat, “Although high tide will allow us a closer approach, it will certainly spell trouble for Hallstein. We must find a way to free him before the tide rolls in.” You flick your eyes back to Hallstein and meet his panicked gaze.

The water below surged threateningly, a warning of the incoming tide. There was little time in your paws to make a solid plan, yet something tugged at you. Something deep down that was unshakable and it called out as loud as the roar of the waves. Hongerige itself beckons to you, you have to jump.

Objective:

Depict or Write your Felvarg having leapt from the docks of Noah’s ship to reach Hallstein and free him from the frozen fishing nets before the tide rolls in. You’re struggling to free him from beneath the water's cold bite..

Reward:

1x Badge, 1x Waterlogged Goods, 1x Tangled Fishing Line, 1x Gold Flecked Eel, 1x Scrap Rope, and a 50% chance for 1x Trap Netting