10/21/2025 - 11/21/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Where the Waters Dream

Despite your best efforts, sleep on the shores of Miðhafsey proved near impossible. Even with you and Hel taking turns keeping watch, the eyes glimmering from the shadows made true rest feel impossible. While difficult, you did manage to doze eventually. The smell of cooked fish woke you from one nightmare right into another. Your stomach growled in protest, and when you opened your eyes you found Hel crouched over a small fire, tail flicking as she nudged a charred piece of fish towards you. “Breakfast,” she muttered, her expression washed over in exhaustion. Neither of you exchanged a great deal of conversation, but instead enjoyed a warm meal before setting off into Miðhafsey’s forest.

The deeper you went, the more the world seemed to close in on both you and Hel. The birch trees grew taller and waves thinned out. Every so often, a hiss broke from a nearby underbrush, followed by quick shuffling and then silence again. You lost count of how many times you heard something, spun, and found nothing. Hours must have passed when Hel abruptly halted, nearly causing the two of you to crash into one another. “Did you hear that?”

You blinked, listening for what Hel was referencing but you heard nothing in turn. Just the rush of distant waterfalls and the wind cutting through Miðhafsey’s trees. Before you could respond, Hel’s tone sharpened. “Hide.” You paused, clearly confused before Hel turned towards you angrily. “I said hide—now!” You barely had time to react before Hel turned and shoved you towards the underbrush. You scrambled inside, brambles tugging at your fur as you pressed down low to the forest floor. Through the narrow gap, you could see only Hel’s legs and the mist of the forest floor curling against them.

A new voice sliced through the clearing. It was smooth, cruel, and laced with mockery as it said, “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Hel. No Loki, though? How peculiar. Perhaps the rumors are true.” Within what felt like seconds the grove flooded with shapes. Nattnkatt. Dozens of them. Hel snarled, lowering her figure as the voice purred even closer to her.

“What do you want, Vessra?” Hel’s tone was cold, agitated, but the tension in her shoulders betrayed her uncertainty. The dark figure stepped forward. Black fur braided into long cords dragged through the moss as she paced around Hel, a wicked grin curling against her muzzle.

“What do I want?” Vessra repeated with a false innocence, placing a paw dramatically against her chest as if to have been offended. “Only what is rightfully mine, of course.”

Hel’s ears flicked back as she snapped, “Speak plainly.”

“You owe me a favor, or do you not remember our de—”

“Enough,” Hel interrupted her, cutting her off sharply as if she didn’t want Vessra to disclose anything to you she wasn’t ready to share. More secrets you thought to yourself, typical. “Tell me what you want and be gone, Vessra,” Hel concluded.

Vessra paused mid-step, her tail flicking. “You promised me a body,” she said softly, “And I intend to collect.” Vessra placed herself into an elegant seat before Hel now. “Fenrir will do nicely.”

Hel’s expression tensed as she scolded Vessra. “No!” Hel pinned her ears. “You’ll have to choose another favor,” she growled. “The terms of our deal have changed.”

Vessra’s eyes narrowed, clearly agitated. “The terms will be doing no such thing.”

Hel’s gaze hardened on her now, her tone shifted into something strange and cryptic. “Then continue walking until blue hugs Yggdrasil’s child. Step within the waves and find your way back where you once came.”

Vessra’s brow furrowed, “Stop speaking in riddles, child! I want what is rightfully owed to me!” For a moment, everything fell quiet, that was until—choas unfolded. Hel bolted forward abruptly, slamming her shoulder into Vessra as she darted into the birch woods. Vessra crashed over right in front of you, and as clear as day you could see the fury painted across her face before she scrambled back on all fours. Vessra spun, that same fury twisting her features. “Don’t just stand there!” she snapped at her followers, “Get her!”

The entire pack of Nattnkatt surged after Hel, vanishing into the silver washed forest with a chorus of hisses and snapping branches. You waited, heart pounding, until the last tail disappeared. When you finally crawled out from the underbrush you were alone. Hel’s words replayed in your mind as you explored Miðhafsey’s passages. Continue walking until blue hugs Yggdrasil’s child.

You followed the path as best you could, here time felt like it lost its meaning, every tree began to look the same. Just when the doubt began to settle in, a voice broke through the silence. “Going for another round?” You froze, eyes scanning the treetops. Nothing. “You’re looking for the tree of life, aren’t you?” the voice teased again, closer to you now. “Try taking a left this time.” You looked left when the voice chuckled and said, “Your other left.” A soft thump followed, and from the branches dropped a silvery pale Nattnkatt, no larger than a fox, its coat laced with hues of moonlight. It stretched lazily before meeting your gaze with bright and colorful curious eyes. “You’re not from here,” the natty twisted its head to one side, then the other. “You’re looking for Maeleanott, no?” it questioned. As you hesitated, the creature purred loudly, brushing against your legs now lovingly. “Come on then. I’ll show you.” Just as the creature took a few steps ahead of you it turned one last time. “You can call me Noctrix.”

With a flick of his tail Noctrix led you through the maze of birch trees until the two of you stood before a massive tree rising from a pool of mirrored water. A waterfall fell from the sky above, washing over the entire tree delicately. Its roots curled outward into the lake, forming bridges and paths that led into a passage inside its hulking form.

Yggdrasil’s child. The blue glow reflected against its base… blue hugging Yggdrasil’s child. Hel’s riddle.

“We part ways here,” Noctrix said, rubbing once more against your leg in a savory manner before vanishing into the darkness at a leisurely pace, never once looking back to see if you were watching. You crossed the shallow pool and stepped within the tree's entrance. Very quickly you happened upon a shrine, it was glowing softly and sending an array of colors dancing along the walls like spirits in motion. Hel’s words echoed in your mind. Find your way back where you once came. You stared down into the crystal pool before you. Of course. Back through the water.

You braced yourself as you plunged beneath the surface. Colors immediately erupted around you, swirls of violet, gold, and sapphire twisting alive like a galaxy right before your eyes. The deeper you swam, the more the current pulled you, spinning you through the endless sea of bursting lights. Just as your lungs burned and the darkness began to close in, a surface shimmered ahead. Breaking through, you gasped for air, violently flailing against the water’s grasp. Before you could ground yourself you were immediately presented with a rather disgruntled Ylva. Her expression was a storm of anger and disbelief. “Where is she?” she demanded, voice sharp. You’re short of breath as you try to explain that Hel wanted you to leave her behind. Ylva was having none of it, and before leaping into the portal behind you bravely and without hesitation, she turned, ears pinned. “I will deal with you later.” Once more you found yourself alone again, soggy, dripping wet, and caught between worlds and portals. With a shake of your head you admit defeat, it’s just another Monday.

Objective:

Depict or Write your character wading through the galaxy-lit waters. Around them, the current shimmers and breathes with hues of violet, gold, and blues twisting through the water’s darkest depths. Pushing forward, guided only by the faint light ahead, the safety of Helvalla just in sight.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Pristine Fishing Pole, 2x Kryptonite Crystal, 3x Redcurrants, 75% Chance at 1x Trait: Diver

10/16/2025 - 11/17/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Whispers Beneath the Hollow

The wind howled above, that of a sorrowful mourn, which snaked its way through the near barren treetops. With each gust, a clatter of branches sent shriveled leaves raining down. The sodden leaves that littered the forest floor sank beneath your pawsteps with the occasional crunch of the freshly fallen foliage. The air was thick with a sickly smog, enough to choke your very breath. With a raspy exhale, cool mist billowed out in front of your maw, which was then quickly licked away by the wind. You peer up, squinting against the breeze that ruffled your fur. The first drops of rain began falling from the cloud swollen sky, making their presence known with soft pips and splashes around you. With a shiver, you pick up the pace to win against a race that either meant you would be soaked to your bones, or enclosed away in shelter for the foreseeable future.

As a torrent of rain began hailing down, you break into a run sending leaves scattering in your wake. You leap and bound, recovering from a few trips on the slippery earth. Then it touched your ears — an enticing whisper that lures you in. You immediately snap your gaze in the direction from which it came from and hurdle your form forward. With a crash, you barrel through a screen of ivy and bramble that ripped at your coat. You wriggled, scrambling your way through the tight corridor of the entrance. Once you breached the threshold, you canvased the gaping cave before you. There you stood within Greystone Hollow, moss taking hold of every corner and crevice that your eyes could see. The whisper touched your ears again, this time louder and more compelling. As you make your way through the caves that were gently lit by white frosted flowers, you see an ominous glow just ahead. A hum flooded your ears, rhythmic with joy, yet ached with a longing.

You crest the mouth of the cavern, entering into a grotto that sings with green growth. You felt the earth vibrate with energy. Instinctually, you begin scratching away at the overgrowth and soil. Before long, your claws scrape stone. Nosing the dirt away, you find a runestone that is shattered into several pieces. It pulsed weakly, the same whisper itching your curiosity. Piece by piece, you carefully reconstructed the stone, revealing an ancient symbol. As the last piece clicks into a place, an overwhelming presence breaks free. What was once sealed away in the shattered remains, now swirls as voices that reflected your own thoughts and memories. Your heart races as these memories become twisted and distorted, your legs churning as your head writhes in agony. As quickly as it came, it was gone, ebbing away as your thoughts echoed against the cave walls. There you held the rune tightly clutched in your paws, unsure of what had just happened. You wonder if you had just unleashed a curse upon yourself, or perhaps uncovered a long desired relic. The grotto seemed to hold its breath, the air still as it awaited your next move.

Objective:

Depict or write your character interactions with the newly mended runestone. How do they respond to the whispers? Do they return the stone to its resting place, or do they seek out a knowledgeable Felvarg like Uhma to deal with the issue at paw?

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 1x Volcanic Rock 1x Opal Pieces, 1x Kryptonite Crystal, 50% Chance for 1x Randomly Rolled Totem*

10/03/2025 - 11/02/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Syn

It was that time of year, the mountaintops poured their cool mist down the cliff side, bringing with it a refreshing breath of air. It wafted the heat, keeping it at bay with a sense of relief. As you basked in the valley just shy of Fenrir’s Incisor, you sigh as the endless fields of grass rippled in the gentle tug of the wind, their green blades laced in a hue of yellow as the cool air bathed the valley. Then you felt it, a throb in your heart that ached. You look up to see a swirling cloud that looked sickly and grey, the wind howling as if the mountain tops themselves seemed to groan in agony. With the grass softly crunching beneath her paws, Freyja herself appeared from the mist to stand by your side, her face solemn and her eyes heavy with a restlessness that no amount of sleep could cure.

“Fate unbound, taught with a fray that threatens to lose its strained grip,” she whispered with an edge of panic. She lowered her head, her gaze falling on you. “Our recent woes have not only changed the very path our paws may tread, but have put others at risk of losing what once was.” With a flick of her tail, she gestures towards the mountain choked in clouds. “I hear them, their voices wail at the rip of each thread I have woven. Aetla and Svelta need our help,” the alpha spoke, her voice quivering with sorrow. You began to recall the tales of Syn who held the skulls that belonged to those named Aetla and Svelta. It was foretold that should the red strings of fate ever sever, they would fall into a silence that would deafen ears around Ulfrheim. Syn’s wisdom would be lost to time, precious memories from the past, the reflection of what you see before you, and what has yet to reveal itself. “We must repair the strings that hold the skulls to Syn’s Horns.”

Without hesitation you tread the rugged mountain side, each pawstep and clawscrape devoted to reach Syn before the strings succumbed to an awful fate. You squinted your eyes, the wind stinging your face as it plastered your fur against your frame. Hardly able to keep your paws evenly placed, you stop to gain your bearings as a shrine slowly comes into view. The mist now pooled, ebbing and flowing in thick waves. Through the vapor, a glint of red catches your eye. Pressing onward, only guided by the soft flickers of red light that danced like a flame, waiting to roar in confidence once more. As you press through a thick shield of bramble and ivy, you step out into the shrine, its stone surface etched in ancient Leacaruníc that sat dappled in moonlight. Syn’s breath welcomed you, as the beast himself awaited you. Slicing through the haze was the grand bison Syn that walked carefully so as to not disturb the skulls barely clinging to his horns. You quickly run to his side, pressing your forehead into his, the spirit in his eyes fading. Syn lowers his form to the ground, his legs tucked beneath him as he bowed his head low enough for you to reach. The skulls of Aetla and Svelta whisper in harmony, their voices pulling memories from within. You take a deep breath as you allow your mind to traverse your soul, thoughts of the past, the present, and what lies ahead weaving into restorative threads.

Objective:

Depict or write your character presenting the freshly woven red string of fate to Syn, to safely bind Aetla’s and Svelta’s skulls once more.

Reward:

1x Badge, 5x Mushrooms, 1x Shrine, 1x Tattered Rope, and a 50% for 1xPristine Mass of Unakite*

Optional:

Completing the main prompt, and all 3 additional prompts will score you: 1x Bucket of Candies, & 1x Chosen Uncommon Trait

Visually: by presenting additional visuals in a comic-style format (panels)per additional prompt. If supplied alongside the main prompt being ‘Literature’ please include the images at the top of your literature details. (equally matching complex requirements bust or greater)
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Written: by adding an additional 250 words of descriptive writing per additional prompt. If written, include the literature labeling each optional prompt in ‘Extra Literature’ if supplying artwork for your main prompt, or labeled alongside your prompt completion is supplying literature for your main prompt.

Optional Prompt #1: The Past — Aetla’s Whisper Aetla gazes into your eyes in deep reflection. Describe or depict a moment in your past where your choice defined who you became, for better or worse. Display a moment of great pride, shame, or regret.

Optional Prompt #2: The Present — Syn’s Reflection Syn lowers his head so his mirrored eyes reflect into yours. Describe or depict what you see in yourself now. Strength, weakness, or a flaw you attempt to hide. Display acknowledgment of your current self honestly.

Optional Prompt #3: The Future - Svelta’s Prediction Svelta comes to you in a dream. Imagine a path your paws may yet tread. What future do you hope for — or fear? The answer threads the final strand into the red string of fate.