11/28/2025 - 12/30/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Chasing Shadows

You wasted no time making your way to Haldor’s Pass. When you got there, you followed the pull of Freyja’s presence to the best of your ability. No matter how far you climbed, you couldn’t find her. The mountain was far too quiet, quieter than normal even. No wind, no birds, nothing but your own pawsteps crunching through the snow. Dusk settled in rather fast, painting everything in heavy ominous shadows that made it difficult to see more than a few lengths in front of you.

After what felt like hours of searching for Freyja you happened upon something alarming. Blood. At first it was nothing more than a smear in the blanket of snow, then more, dragged along jagged stones that pierced the mountainside. Your stomach tightened as you followed it into the narrowing pass. A figure up ahead shifting in the underbrush caused you to hunker down and observe from a safe distance.

It was Ulfr, he was half lost to the low light, but you could just make out enough of his features to identify him. He was alone at first, but appeared to be looking for someone. Just as you considered stepping out and calling for him, another figure surfaced from the shadows. A shape you couldn’t fully make out, cloaked in long silks that shielded their face, slipped the very tome Freyja and you were searching for into the welcoming arms of Ulfr. Just as quickly as the figure surfaced, they disappeared back into the darkness of the underbrush.

Ulfr turned the tome over once, and then twice, almost as if he was contemplating something weighing heavy on his mind. He was about to tuck it away when you watched him hesitate, the tome slipped half way inside his satchel, tight within his grip. Curiously he allowed one paw to slide over the spine before he opened the tome wide. The reaction that followed was sharp and immediate.

A violent purple vortex lashed out from the pages angrily, swallowing him whole in spirals of light and wind. Snow lifted off of the ground, dancing in violent circles around both him and the tome. You burst forward in an attempt to help him, but the vortex was so violent it knocked you over. Fighting against it you clambered back to all fours and pressed closer to Ulfr, and when you were close enough to the tome you leapt upon it and slammed the tome shut against the wintery forest floor. It was at this point Ulfr dropped to the ground hard, the whirlwind of chaos coming to a screaming halt.

You approached Ulfr cautiously, an attempt to check if he was alright. Only he snapped awake with a snarl and lunged at you angrily. You stumbled backwards, taken by surprise, his snap mere inches from your face. It was at this moment you digested how wrong his eyes were, they were wild with fury, unfocused. He said nothing, and he didn’t seem to recognize you. After a few seconds of silence and confusion, and a wave of tense hesitation, Ulfr bolted into the trees, crashing through the underbrush until it slowly faded back into silence.

Grounding yourself was difficult, you weren’t sure what you just witnessed but the silence you found yourself in was short lived. Freyja burst out of the underbrush in the opposite direction, she was running so fast she nearly collided with you. “Oh thank the gods—it’s you.” She was shaking. “Everything’s a disaster. Fenrir followed me up here. I don’t think he knows it’s me, but he thinks he’s close to finding whoever betrayed him. We have to leave.” Fenrir’s shout rolled down the mountainside in the direction Freyja had just come from a moment ago. It was loud and close.

Without hesitation you and Freyja turned and bolted off into the forest. The two of you tore through the pass in the dark, stumbling over rocks and snow until your legs burned and the only sound behind you now was your own ragged breathing. Eventually the two of you found a ledge, a steep cliff behind you, and a small clearing in front. This was where Freyja forced together a fire with shaking paws.

“We can’t move in the dark,” she muttered. “Not up here. Not like this. One of us will need to stay awake, but we need to rest while we can.” You insisted she get some rest, she was clearly nervous and exhausted. No sooner did Freyja curl up against the fire, back to you, she fell into a soft slumber. Even in her sleep you watched her quake. You watched over her for some time, but exhaustion crept up upon you slow and heavy, and eventually your head lowered to your front legs as you fell into a slumber of your own.

Just as you settled into a deeper sleep a similar dream took the shape of a vision you once had. Freyja’s body hanging broken over Fenrir’s lifeless body. Ulfr and Bjorn fighting nearby as Ylva pleaded for them to make peace. The tomes glowing like scattered embers as they spiraled around the vision as it unfolded. The entire scene collapsed in on itself, causing you to jolt awake with your heart in your throat. Only when you opened your eyes, the fire was low, and Freyja was nowhere to be found.

It only took a moment for you to make sense of what was happening. Everything lined up all at once; Haldor’s Pass, Fenrir’s presence, Ulfr opening the tome, the blood trail, your vision. You already knew what was coming. The only question now was whether you could stop it in time or not.

Objective:

Depict or write your Character waking beside the dying campfire to find Freyja missing, dawn barely breaking over the cliffs. Capture the panic or realization as everything clicks into place. Haldor’s Pass, Ulfr’s corruption, and the vision you had coming to pass.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Hawk Egg, 1x Festive Lantern, 1x Mixed Flower Seeds, 1x Rune of Bountiful Berries*, 10x Flora

11/18/2025 - 12/29/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Kindling Flames

With word quickly spreading of an event being hosted by Hel called The Hearthlight, many gather to aid in the efforts to assist the Yggdravixen for the winter to come. Determined to give the Yggdravixen the time and energy needed to recoup from their arrival, Hel calls out to any who are willing to contribute their supplies. A grand fire is not only lit at the heart of Norn’s Weave, but within the hearts of everyfel across the islands. Felvargs too had faced many challenges over the years, having become all too familiar with the feeling of an undetermined future. At the descent of the sun, they always had one another to support in recovering efforts, giving promise to a steady future. It was now time to pay that same generosity forward to the newest residents. With hope in your soul and a confident step of your paw, you waste no time in arriving at the grand gates that welcome you into Norn’s Weave.

As you pass the threshold into Norn’s Weave, you are politely greeted by a cluster of Yggdravixen who bow their heads in respect. You take notice of the eager flick of their tail, the spark that glitters in their eye, it was the same hope that you had seen many times before. It was the kindling that told you that this wasn’t the end of their story, it was only the beginning. As the scent of firewood floods your nostrils, you feel a chill in the air with a bitter breeze tugging at your coat. It sent chills down your spine, a daunting reminder of what is to come, a perilous winter with no mercy. With a gentle nudge, the Yggdravixen begin to guide you to a towering bonfire, the wood within illuminated with bright red embers, its roaring flames licking the sky high above. It shone bright and lit everyfel in a gentle orange hue, outlining their pelts in gold against the darkening sky. There you realize that you are one of the same; residents calling these islands home, each as deserving of a place in the world.

You prick your ears at the sound of Hel and begin to follow the source, soon finding her standing atop of a small platform just beneath the base of the bonfire. Her eyes spoke of great remorse, though her posture and heart were firm on mending the wounds of her grave mistakes. As you settle by the fire, subtle chatter floods the clearing. It grew in volume, washing out the crackle of the flames, anxiety and excitement prickling in the air. With a howl, Hel commanded the attention of those gathered. "No flame thrives alone," Hel shouts through the market stalls as Felvargs and alike begin to surround her, "Bring what warmth you can. Even the smallest of sparks can shelter the lost." Hel then pulled out a piece of parchment that had inscriptions carefully organized into lists. She places it firmly in your paw, then places her other paw atop to cup yours in a tight grasp. She held a hard, steady gaze. It was unwavering, no words needed to be spoken in that moment. You understood the importance of The Hearthlights' success.

Objective:

Depict or write your character hauling a satchel of overflowing goods as they make their way to Hel, delivering much needed supplies for the approaching violent winter. Hel awaits your arrival beside the towering bonfire at the heart of Norn’s Weave.

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 1x Light Hide, 1x Medium Hide, 1x Heavy Hide, 1x Festive Lantern, 2x Aloe Vera, 1x Cornucopia, 1x Chest of Peace

Optional:

If your entry features a character owned by another player (and they are also receiving rewards), all participants will receive 1x Opal Pieces.

12/03/2025 - 01/02/2026 | 11:59:59PM IST

Fern

You squint your eyes against the sunlight as it reflects off of the freshly fallen snow. You place your paws in a calculator manor, careful as to not break the soft surface. You shuddered, not daring to think about how deep it went and as a result, how a pelt clumped in snow would feel should you fall through. You stop to sniff the occasional berry, carefully plucking stems full of the ripe, juicy morsels with a gentle nip of your front teeth. Before long, you had a satchel full of berries of all kinds of varieties, perfect to paw deliver to the local bakeries as they prepare for the influx of warm pastry orders. The world around you held a gentle silence, aside from the birdsong here and there as they flew from branch to branch upon the great oaks. With each flutter of their wings, small tufts of snow fell onto your coat, spraying flurries as they collided with your fur. Just as you crest a rise in the hill, you find yourself standing with a stunning view of the landscape below. You had wandered your way to the craggy cliffs, a summit that hosted a haven for all kinds of berries.

As you take a deep breath, you hear a beautiful bugle sound nearby. This wasn’t just any bugle, but the call of winter itself, Fern. Flicking your ears, you take notice of the subtle frustration that edged his cry. You cautiously walk the edge of the cliff until you happen upon the reindeer, his fur frosty as plumes of cold mist poured from his icy antlers. You watched in amusement as the stag stamped his hooves and snorted, a clear sign of annoyance. You look around, to find what once was a berry bush picked clean of its fruit. Upon closer inspection, you saw the juice of these succulent berries at the corners of Fern’s lips. It clicked, Fern wanted more of these berries, but not a moment too soon as Fern cried once again and threw his head, showing the tines of his antlers. He was pointing to the cliff edge, and with another stamp of his hoof, urged you to look.

There dangerously out of reach on the cliffside was a particular berry bush, the ripe fruit matching the same violet color that stained Ferns maw. You pin your ears back and stare at Fern in utter disbelief. He held his gaze on you expectantly. Surely he would take any berry? You quickly pulled out your satchel overflowing with your freshly picked berries and pushed a great many pawfuls in Ferns direction. Fern scooped up the berries within his mouth, your chest sighing with relief, until you watched the beast fling them over the cliff edge. Those would simply not do, it was clear he would not tolerate anything short of those specific berries. The glint of indignation sparkling in his eyes was enough to tell you as such, let alone your berries that were now a pile of mush below. With one last snort, Fern bowed his head, as if offering to help. You looked the beast up and down and wondered just how the two of you would manage, but alas, the King of Winter was not to be disappointed. The berries Fern wanted were in a spot most difficult to reach. You two will have to work together to devise a plan to obtain them safely, and preferably without dying in the process.

Objective:

Depict or write your character utilizing Fern in some way, to effectively help the two of you reach some berries Fern insists tastes better than the rest. The Peaks of Fenrir’s Incisor is frosted over this time of year but foliage still finds a way to force through the blanket of snow.

Reward:

1x Badge, 1x Berry Bush, 1x Pile of Snow, 1x Scroll of Mastery, 2x Mushrooms, 2x Flora, 50% Chance for 1x Stag Totem*