08/29/2023 - 09/25/2023 | 11:59:59PM IST
SanctuarySanctuary? Mostfel wondered what this word meant when Aurora howled the word out during the confrontation between Nar and the Helvallian locals.
While most locals were aware of what Sanctuary was, those not local to Helvalla would be left to guess. Sanctuary had not been declared for so long the word was nearly foreign even to those who did know of it. A great many years ago Helvalla was under the protection of a pack known as Eostrilaris, led by its most revered Alpha, Eptara. Eptara was worshiped and Eostrilaris was feared by all those who threatened Helvalla. Eptara deemed her pack as the passageway to peace, and during these times Helvalla was said to be under a blanket of Sanctuary. Safe from all those who wished it harm. A throne was built in her honor which later would be deemed the Crescent Throne and during her reign Eptara was said to have frequented the seat of which her followers had built with their own paw.
The trouble was next to no Felvarg Helvallian bred had ever seen Eptara in the flesh, and her pack? Nomads that never shared they were a part of Eostrilaris. This made some of the locals deem this story to be nothing more than fairytale, yet those who challenged Helvalla, or Eptara and Eostrilaris would be ‘taken care of’ as Eptara had threatened during her reign of Sanctuary. These were times of peace and for Helvallians of olde they speak of these times as the times before worry set. One day rumors spread of Eptara perishing and with it Eostrilaris. Locals wasted no time fighting for the throne and it quickly became apparent to Helvallians it was no lie. Without a trace Eptara and Eostrilaris faded into the past, and a monument was created in their honor by those who reminisced about them. Eptara’s Way they called it, and still to this day they pay tribute to the great statue and mourn those lost with poppies in their wake.
There are a great many theories as to where Eptara and Eostrilaris went, but these were nothing more than whispers of dark magic and death. Dark times washed over Helvalla and a raging war for who would lead would soon follow in the shape of bloodshed for a hungrier than Hongerige taste of power and royalty. A great many Felvargs sat upon The Crescent Throne, ranging from months to even days before perishing or being forcefully removed. This claim for power was quickly silenced when Loki entered Helvalla and the Hellhounds that flooded it fell within his pawsteps in search of a greater power. Loki made promises he would soon find he could not keep. The throne would eventually choose him, as the need to rid Ulfrheim of its inhabitants washed over his rational state of mind. The peaceful Island soon was an army built on revenge and spite.
With Sanctuary now declared Felvargs from all known clans, Ulfrheim, and Jormungandr would soon be offered the choice to follow. The trouble is, without a direct invitation from Odin himself, onefel could not simply walk within the village and deem themselves a part of Sanctuary. Odin made one thing clear, while he would honor Sanctuary and find balance within Helvalla, he would have no part in the Throne and to lead Helvalla? He cared not to do so.
Waves crash upon the ship as it lulls most of the passengers into a rest, one final rest as the Islands that were spoken of were nearly in view to the east through the encroaching fog. Whispers between Hel and Ylva catch your attention as you’re passing in the night in search of fresh water. A word in particular slices through the silence as Ylva’s tone is filled with concern, “Then who would sit the Throne?” Throne? What was she talking about? Hel catches a glint of your eyes as she welcomes you into the conversation, “Well come in then,” Hel looks to Ylva then back to you, “Unless you prefer to eavesdrop instead.” You bite your tongue, but Ylva quickly welcomes you, “Odin refuses to sit the Throne, but if not him then who?” Have you given it much thought? Both Ylva and Hel look at you now, curiously waiting for you to answer. Through all the chaos it didn't dawn on you that somefel would take the Throne within Helvalla. Until now most assumed it would be Nightfall but after the floods she was yet to be located. Brewing revenge more than likely in depths darker than mostfel would travel willingly.
By sunrise the ship would dock upon the Island silhouette it approached and if it were Ulfrheim there would be no doubt that Fenrir and the others would already be alerted to the ship approaching, where they would be waiting with more questions than you, Hel, or Ylva could stomach. The thought was enough to make the three of you seasick. With eyebrows furrowed you couldn’t help but wonder how Ylva planned to tell Fenrir or The Trinity about her and Hel. Yikes.
Objective:Depict or write
your Felvarg standing upon the ship's highest point with Hearth’s Docks in sight. The sunrise peeking over the horizon will offer visual through the light and encroaching mist. Remaining stars will soar overhead reflecting off the water's mirror as hope shines through for the first time in a long time.
Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x
Satchel of Peaks, 1x
Pouch of Pearl Dust, 1x
Cursed Helvallian Blade, 50%
Chance for 1x
How did this blade end up in your things? Curiously you tuck it away for later.
will give you a 75%
chance to return 1x