6-30-2022 - 08-05-2022 | 11:59:59PM IST
MEANS TO AN END
You
trot into the safety of camp eagerly, Helvalla is no place for Felvargs
to traverse alone after all. You saw no sign of Saga, even though the
two of you traveled to the northern reaches of Helvalla together just as
Fenrir had instructed. Equally no sign of Aurora and Loki, of whom both
fled together after the violent quakes last night. Before you can even
seek out Fenrir to tell him what had occurred, you are bombarded by
nearly the entirety of camp, Fenrir included. Before you can answer
anyone Fenrir demands everyone give you space, and once you explain what
had happened, Fenrir’s eyes grow wide with acknowledgement, “It’s what I
feared.” What did he fear? Fenrir leaps upon a nearby hut as it creaks
from his sheer size and weight, “Silence!” The panicked wave of
conversation is immediately halted before he spoke once more, “It’s just
as Neebo said, how could we not make sense of it?” You frown curiously,
the crowd equally confused as they looked to one another for guidance,
“Aurora and Loki are fated, fated to one another.” What? Suddenly it’s
clear why Aurora left with Loki as she did, her heartstrings pulling her
within her chest. Gravitating her towards the love of her life. It
didn’t make sense though? So what if Loki and Aurora were fated? As
curious and peculiar as it may be, why would that cause the quakes upon
the Islands and trigger the void to collapse and close?
The crowd dissipates quite quickly as Fenrir urges them not to panic, he and the Trinity ushered off to have their own meeting of sorts, you sneak up on them crouched within the brambles so you can overhear the conversation. Fenrir is planning to locate both Aurora and Loki and forcefully demand an explanation. You shake your head in agitation, it's a waste of time and it doesn't make sense. As you turn and storm out of camp and into the nearby bordering forest you angrily swat a rock sending it tumbling off into the distance. Immediately you are disrupted by a familiar yet sly voice, “Does the anger churn within you, Thinpelt?” you turn defensively to see two piercing blue eyes slicing out from the darkness, you request the shadowy figure reveal themselves, and when they do, you notice it’s Hel herself. She had not been sighted since the darkness over Ulfrheim.
The crowd dissipates quite quickly as Fenrir urges them not to panic, he and the Trinity ushered off to have their own meeting of sorts, you sneak up on them crouched within the brambles so you can overhear the conversation. Fenrir is planning to locate both Aurora and Loki and forcefully demand an explanation. You shake your head in agitation, it's a waste of time and it doesn't make sense. As you turn and storm out of camp and into the nearby bordering forest you angrily swat a rock sending it tumbling off into the distance. Immediately you are disrupted by a familiar yet sly voice, “Does the anger churn within you, Thinpelt?” you turn defensively to see two piercing blue eyes slicing out from the darkness, you request the shadowy figure reveal themselves, and when they do, you notice it’s Hel herself. She had not been sighted since the darkness over Ulfrheim.
Hel
moved her body in a regal yet sly manner as she circled you boldly,
“Afraid of a little quake are you?” The quake that had just dissipated
unstabilized your four legs, it was as violent as ever, “Fear not sheep,
soon the quakes will stop, and with it the void will close
indefinitely, and I? I won’t be here to live in this…” Hel picked up one
paw in disgust as she flicked it, “Hellhole.” You snap back at Hel
defensively demanding she explain herself, and even though you didn’t
expect her to, she did. “It’s a curse you fool!” Hel grew agitated as
she roared, “It was supposed to be me. I opened the portal to this
forsaken place, as I created it hundreds of years ago,” Hel’s voice
turned scorned with hurt in her words, “I hired a shaman to curse the
void! So when Loki and his true love shared this space the void would
collapse, and for once he could end his obsession with that shrine
hugging Island and exist with just me,” Hel turned her head in upset
before it snapped back her words following a whine, “Me!” Suddenly,
everything became clear. So long as Loki and his true love, which while
Hel thought would be her, but is now Aurora, share the same plain the
curse would close the void for good. Your eyes grow wide with worry as
they explore the surrounding area deep in thought, “It’s too late,” Hel
interrupted the silence, “I know what you’re thinking and it’s too late,
you’ll never catch them in time. The void will close, and it will be
over once and for all.”
Hel stood up on all fours and pinned her ears backwards with the heartbreak of a thousand losses yet no expression surfaced on her face, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a void to catch before it’s too late. I suggest you make your choice,” Hel began walking off into the distance before she turned her head back without making eye contact, “Well don’t just stand there halfway through Heidrun, Leadpaw,” and with that Hel disappeared into the darkness of the forest towards camp. Where she had waited for nightfall and stepped through the void into Ulfrheim, but not before giving it one last glance of hurt.
Hel stood up on all fours and pinned her ears backwards with the heartbreak of a thousand losses yet no expression surfaced on her face, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a void to catch before it’s too late. I suggest you make your choice,” Hel began walking off into the distance before she turned her head back without making eye contact, “Well don’t just stand there halfway through Heidrun, Leadpaw,” and with that Hel disappeared into the darkness of the forest towards camp. Where she had waited for nightfall and stepped through the void into Ulfrheim, but not before giving it one last glance of hurt.
Depict your Felvarg making haste back to camp. Your Felvarg should appear to be panicked and in a rush. You’re within the forest that borders the lake next to camp.
Requirements for this final chapter phase have been slightly adjusted.
Literature: 1,800+ Words
Artwork: Images must be colored, shaded, show 90% of your Felvarg and your canvas no smaller than 600 (h) x 1000 (w) in landscape view.
This final chapter will be judged against your best literature and art examples within your gallery.
Literature: 1,800+ Words
Artwork: Images must be colored, shaded, show 90% of your Felvarg and your canvas no smaller than 600 (h) x 1000 (w) in landscape view.
This final chapter will be judged against your best literature and art examples within your gallery.
1,500 Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Essence of Trickery, 1x Rune of Bountiful Berries, 1x Fox Totem, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 5x Bloodsoaked Tokens, & 10% Chance to Return 1x Cursed Helscroll
08-06-2022 - 09-05-2022 | 11:59:59PM IST
A BROTHER'S FURY
What a peaceful midsummer day, the evening is setting in and the night sky would soon wash a darkness over the Island just as it had done a great many nights before. The night sky during the peak of summer looked like no other night sky, silk golden and ruby hues fill its deep blue filter, lighting the grounds below it in a way that brought comfort to even the darkest nooks of Ulfrheim. You lay in a comfortable slumber as the crickets begin their gentle singsong, a soft blink would reveal the soothing dim glow of dancing fireflies surrounding you. If only this solitude and comfort would last, a soft sigh escapes your muzzle and before it completes itself it's abruptly interrupted by Bjorn burning through the undergrowth.
“Barbarian!” Bjorn scolds angrily with a snarl trailing the word. Without even asking Bjorn what’s wrong he turns to you and begins to ramble uninvited, “He’ll never change!” Bjorn roared his head in a circle dramatically with a grunt as his curly cream figure thumped down before you to a sit, “War, war, war, it’s always war with him! Never reason, always war. As if he learned nothing from our grandfather's mistakes!” Bjorn was speaking of his brother, Ulfr. It appears the two have had a.. Well shall we say minor disagreement that resulted in them both storming off in opposite directions. Except in doing so Bjorn left something behind, his satchel, “Now what? I’m not going back there, I refuse!” Bjorn stands up and begins to pace with aggravation, “I refuse to spend another moment in the presence of that hard headed thug while he runs his big Mawjaw! He has my curls tied in a knot with fury!” Bjorn pauses as if a light bulb had lit above his head, “Be a dear and fetch it for me? Though I’d watch yourself, Friend, Ulfr is rather snappy tonight. Shocker huh?”
Through the underbrush and into the thicket, Ulfr lays in a slumber before a moonlit campfire. The flames blaze high into the pastel lit sky as the smoke fogs the area. Next to the fire lay a row of rocks, one of which had Bjorn’s satchel laid rested against it. Carefully you tip paw towards the beast and crackling fire as a twig snaps beneath your form, Ulfr shifts which causes you to freeze but after a few seconds he is back in a slumber. Now close enough to snatch the satchel, you reach out and grab it with haste. This motion will surely make Ulfr rise and he won’t be too happy to see you in his moody state. Do you stand off with the hulking trinity known as Ulfr? Do you snatch and flee, perhaps you bribe him? No matter your reaction depict your Felvarg assessing the situation and what action they took in dealing with Ulfr.
What a peaceful midsummer day, the evening is setting in and the night sky would soon wash a darkness over the Island just as it had done a great many nights before. The night sky during the peak of summer looked like no other night sky, silk golden and ruby hues fill its deep blue filter, lighting the grounds below it in a way that brought comfort to even the darkest nooks of Ulfrheim. You lay in a comfortable slumber as the crickets begin their gentle singsong, a soft blink would reveal the soothing dim glow of dancing fireflies surrounding you. If only this solitude and comfort would last, a soft sigh escapes your muzzle and before it completes itself it's abruptly interrupted by Bjorn burning through the undergrowth.
“Barbarian!” Bjorn scolds angrily with a snarl trailing the word. Without even asking Bjorn what’s wrong he turns to you and begins to ramble uninvited, “He’ll never change!” Bjorn roared his head in a circle dramatically with a grunt as his curly cream figure thumped down before you to a sit, “War, war, war, it’s always war with him! Never reason, always war. As if he learned nothing from our grandfather's mistakes!” Bjorn was speaking of his brother, Ulfr. It appears the two have had a.. Well shall we say minor disagreement that resulted in them both storming off in opposite directions. Except in doing so Bjorn left something behind, his satchel, “Now what? I’m not going back there, I refuse!” Bjorn stands up and begins to pace with aggravation, “I refuse to spend another moment in the presence of that hard headed thug while he runs his big Mawjaw! He has my curls tied in a knot with fury!” Bjorn pauses as if a light bulb had lit above his head, “Be a dear and fetch it for me? Though I’d watch yourself, Friend, Ulfr is rather snappy tonight. Shocker huh?”
Through the underbrush and into the thicket, Ulfr lays in a slumber before a moonlit campfire. The flames blaze high into the pastel lit sky as the smoke fogs the area. Next to the fire lay a row of rocks, one of which had Bjorn’s satchel laid rested against it. Carefully you tip paw towards the beast and crackling fire as a twig snaps beneath your form, Ulfr shifts which causes you to freeze but after a few seconds he is back in a slumber. Now close enough to snatch the satchel, you reach out and grab it with haste. This motion will surely make Ulfr rise and he won’t be too happy to see you in his moody state. Do you stand off with the hulking trinity known as Ulfr? Do you snatch and flee, perhaps you bribe him? No matter your reaction depict your Felvarg assessing the situation and what action they took in dealing with Ulfr.
Depict or write a story of your Felvarg attempting to get Bjorn's satchel back from Ulfr. But be warned, he isn't called the War Master for nothing, and seems to be in an awful mood.
1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Chest of Peace, 1x Chest of War, 1x Freyja's Keepsake, and 25% to obtain 1x Fenrir's Keepsake
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