03/06/2026 - 04/06/2026 | 11:59:59PM IST

The Queen Behind the Veil

The journey across Niflheim feels endless. The cold alone would have made the distance unbearable, but the quiet stretches of wilderness seem determined to drag each hour out even further. Snow crunches beneath your paws as you and Aurora move from one town to the next, the rhythm of travel broken only by the warmth offered inside the many taverns and inns scattered across the frozen landscape. It doesn’t take long for you to understand that hospitality here comes easily to the Brunnrekka.

Each hearth you pass is the same, doors opening wide without hesitation. Food offered and then passed warmly into your grasp. Thick furs? Offered without question, wrapped around you they feel like safety and home. No suspicious glances upon you, and nofel seems troubled by the fact you are not one of their own. Their values are simple yet proudly worn upon their thick hides. Rest? Warmth? Peace? A warm meal in your stomach. The Brunnrekka value the simplicity of existence, and they understand how to make the most of it.

The Yggdravixen weave through Niflheim just as the Brunnrekka do. Their smaller figures dart between the towering figures of each Brunnrekka, carrying bundles of herbs, tending fires, whispering quiet spells that keep the biting cold from creeping too far indoors. Their magic and agility work effortlessly alongside the strength of the Brunnrekka, like two cogs turning the same wheel. The two very different in form, yet working seamlessly together as equals.

Aurora speaks little during the journey to find Grimara. Each time you ask about the mysterious rekka she gives you nothing but vague answers, brushing the question aside as though the name itself makes her nervous. She is hiding something, but what? By the time the two of you reached the place circled upon Aurora’s weathered map, the forest suddenly changed. It felt so sudden, almost as if you blinked.

The snow here has taken on a strange bluish tint, and the trees stand darker than those you passed before. Their branches stretch overhead like a ribcage, offering a trapped feeling that caused your chest to tighten. The air carries a faint hint of rot, subtle yet unmistakable. Despite there being no obvious sign of death, the smell clings to the back of your throat, thick in the air. Movement in the shadows catch your eye more than once. Figures lurking in the dark, passing silently through the hulking trees. Yggdravixen and Brunnrekka alike, cloaked in dark robes, their voices lower than a hum as they chant while marching through the forest thicket. When your eyes meet the piercing blue gaze of one Brunnrekka, the creature pauses for only a moment before continuing onward as if you weren’t worth more than the 3 seconds it offered you.

Aurora stops rather abruptly and you nearly crash into her. “It doesn’t make sense,” she mutters to herself quietly, studying the map again as she squints through the darkness. “It should be right here.”

You glance left and right, but you’re met with nothing. Only the trees, blankets of snow, and an eerie silence. Aurora stares harder, turning slowly as though the hut she had been searching for would magically reveal itself if she looked at the forest from the right angle. When nothing changes, something inside Aurora snaps out of nowhere. Her frustration erupts all at once as she storms through the clearing in tight circles, muttering under her breath nearly inaudibly. Tears begin to spill down her face uncontrollably as the weight of everything finally crashes down upon her. “I’m finished,” she chokes out. Only then does she repeat them again, each one laced with more hurt than the last, “I’m finished… I’m FINISHED.” The final shout tears free from her throat, a certain raw desperation threaded so intimately in each declaration.

In a fit of anger Aurora hurls the map into the darkness, but the two of you freeze when you notice the map never lands on the forest floor. Instead the scroll levitates in mid air after a violent jolt, as though something invisible has caught it. Both of you stare as the map trembles violently in the air before beginning to curl inward until something completely devours it from sight.

Aurora steps forward cautiously, eyes fixed on the empty space where the map had been floating. Her paw presses against something unseen, a barrier of sorts as she glances back at you. You shake your head immediately left and right. But the look in her eyes is already a familiar sight. It is the same reckless glint you saw when she leapt into the portal to Niflheim. Aurora tests the barrier once more, sliding her paw through before quickly pulling it back again. The next time she pushes deeper, curiosity overpowering her hesitation as always. A few moments pass before Aurora’s head appears through the barrier, the words she had spoken causing you to deflate, “You’re going to want to see this.”

Your shoulders sag even further before you let out an exhausted sigh. With hesitation you step forward until your paw meets the barrier just as she had. The barrier is warm to the touch. Somehow wet, yet also completely dry. The magic shifts beneath your touch like it is alive, reacting to your presence as though it can feel your heartbeat. You close your eyes and push through in an attempt to get it over with and suddenly the world explodes to life with noise.

A roaring courtyard unfolds before you, alive with the rustle and bustle of any active city. Huts line the open space in rows, and in the center of it all a fortress built of wood and stone. Smoke curls into the sky from dozens of fires as creatures of all shapes and sizes move freely through the courtyard. Not just species familiar to you, but also some you’ve never seen before. Voices mingle together in laughter, arguments, and casual conversation as life carries on around you blissfully unaware of you and Aurora. You stand now frozen beside the curly Felvarg as what unfurls before you leaves you speechless. What the hell?

Objective:

Depict or write your Character within the hidden settlement that is concealed deep within Niflheim’s forest. Shrouded huts and towering structures wrap around a rather lively courtyard. Light from many flickering flames dance across packed snow and worn stone paths. As night settles over the icy city, a grand bonfire is lit at the courtyard’s center. Its flames burn an unnatural shade of blue, laced with magic that twists ominously as it rises into the cold night air. Beneath those dancing blue flames, seek out Grimara and finally learn the truth behind Aurora’s desperate journey. Be mindful you must include Grimara in your submission.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Hexed Hide, 2x Missing Page: Restoring Niflheim, 1x Lightly Toasted Felbun, 1x Vial of Modification*, 1x Joker*

04/01/2026 - 04/30/2026 | 11:59:59PM IST

Beneath Heimta’s Shallows

With a drawn out sorrowful howl, the water upon Lake Heimta quivered with anticipation. As the howl echoed down the valley and mountains of the surrounding area, in its wake followed a white mist that gently blanketed the lake's surface. It shielded the lake's reflection, choking out the moon and stars above, a visual representation of the trouble that seemed to cloud the mind of the very source. As felfolk and Yggdravixen alike quietly approached the wall of mist, a translucent form seemed to thrash about the water's surface. Soft gasps sounded above the mellow waves that licked the bank as another howl pierced the night. The mist whirled, ebbing out of the way of the howl as it traversed the cool air, revealing a lone spirit that paced atop the water. Its paws did not disturb the surface, its form so faint that should you blink, you wondered if it were ever there to begin with as you briefly lost sight of it.

“It is deeply troubled, restless of a resolve not yet given,” a low voice cooed in a hush tone. There in the dimmed moonlight stood a ghostly titan, her long tufts of wisp fur flowing graciously in the breeze. Uhma’s eyes traveled from the spirit to you, timeless knowledge and the ache to assist reflected in her gaze. She began to construct a shrine at the bank of the lake, the waves just close enough to lap at the runestone she placed in a calculated matter. A cauldron sat above a stack of logs that were lit with embers, water from the lake bubbled inside. Uhma tied bells and chimes made of bone to a willow that leaned down nearby, its branches resting on the water. It created a shelter for Uhma to work in, her form hidden amongst the leaves. The wind flowed through it, sending a soothing chill through your fur. Petals fell and littered the ground, giving way to a soft lavender hue that eased your gaze. Uhma plucked a few of these blooms and clutched them tightly in her grasp. She then crushed them between her claws and sprinkled the flakes into the cauldron.

With a whisper, Uhma spoke, “Aid me in creating a brew that will allow this spirit to cross into the next life. Let us give it the resolution it seeks.” She took your paws and firmly clasped a satchel within your grip. After quickly rumaging through the satchel, you find that the pockets were full of several empty vials, a parchment with a list of ingredients, and a book with detailed descriptions on herbs. The spirit wailed once more, a plea resounding deep within its soul. “A cruel fate to wander endlessly,” Uhma shook her head. She continued her preparation for the potion, her eyes resting carefully on the spirit.

Objective:

Depict or write your character assisting Uhma in brewing a gentle potion meant to soothe a restless spirit seen wading through the shallows of Lake Heimta. Show them gathering ingredients, preparing the brew, and/or pouring it into the lake to help the spirit pass over.

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 1x Serpent’s Satchel, 1x Strange Potion, 5x Mushrooms

Optional:

Include the spirit in your entry to earn an additional reward: 1x Rune of Experience

03/03/2026 - 04/02/2026 | 11:59:59PM IST

Hrungnir

With a drawn out, high scraping sound, the sheets of floating ice that once consumed the surface of Hongerige have begun cracking and splitting. As the ice opened up and spread across the ocean, currents rushed through the bergs bringing with it a surplus of fish. Their scales sparkled like stars as they sliced through the water, the movements elegant and swift. They teased the surface of the water, coming close yet not dared break the tension as they swam in large schools. Helvallians gathered at the shores of Eptara’s Way, their chatter lighthearted as excitement buzzed in the warm air. They rejoiced in the arrival of spring, readying their ships to begin their excursions across the seas as they prepared for the fishing season.

With the sails catching the wind that so eagerly whipped across Eptara’s Way, the ships were off to sea. They pushed the ice caps gently out of the way as they slid through the waves, creating large open waters in their wake. As howls rang into the skies, a gasp had gripped those watching the water closely. A dark figure slithered between the ice, moving skillfully and with great intent as it gained on the ships. With a low creaking sound, one of the ships began swaying, knocked by the shadow as it swam by. You leaned over the railings of the ship you boarded in an attempt to get a better look before being yanked back in alarm as the dark figure quickly surfaced. One by one, tentacles of a great squid slowly crept out of the water, running along the outside of the ship like a snake as it tried to detect any possible fish on board. “Hrungnir inbound!” onefel yowled out, their voice laced in horror. You ran to the heart mast of the ship and grabbed hold as wood began to splinter beneath the grasp of the squid, breaking like mere twigs under the pressure.

Hrungnir roared, bubbles foaming as he broke the surface of the waves. “We’ve no fish yet, beast!” a captain rang out, but the giant squid simply ignored such words. Hrungnir’s arms thrashed as he searched, spraying ice and water upon the decks of the ships. It was clear the famished beast would not give up his pursuit so easily or quickly. You quickly thought to yourself, if fish is what this beast wanted, fish is what he would get. It appeared there was only one choice in the matter, distract Hrungnir with a haul of last season's frozen fish so that new fleets could travel safely through Eptara’s Way. You scurried up the decks and climbed partially up the netting to get a good vantage. You must be quick in sending out a decoy ship for Hrungnir, as the ships around you stood no chance against the hunger of such a large creature.

Objective:

Depict or write your character organizing and sending a decoy ship filled to the brim with fish into the treacherous waters to distract Hrungnir so that the boats with fisherfel may get through Eptara’s Way safely.

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 1x Waterlogged Goods, 1x Trap Netting, 1x Deepwater Redfish, 50% chance at 1x Pouch of Pearl Dust