01/14/2025 - 2/18/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Departure

The peaks of Haldor’s Pass wash an eerie feeling over your pelt. You shake violently in an attempt to rid yourself of the discomfort. The smell of smoke fills your nostrils as your head shakes rapidly, your nose scrunched now in displeasure. As you approach a forest capped peak you hear what appears to be an argument between four Felvargs. The voices are muddled together and it’s not until you get closer that they become recognisable. Ulfr and Bjorn, and neither sounds particularly happy with the other. Peering out now from between the bushes you watch the interaction unfold.

“Yes, because you’ve never made mistakes!” Ulfr lashes out as he paces before Bjorn who was clearly agitated as his lip twitched.

“Mistakes?” Bjorn growled now and charged forward a few steps, “Mistakes?! Mistakes are when you arrive 20 minutes late!” Bjorn pinned his ears now in frustration, “Mistakes are when you do something by MISTAKE!” He snapped now in the direction of Ulfr who took such a movement as a personal attack. The savage Felvarg stood his ground snarling back at his brother, the two now standing off as the bickering continued.

“Please!” Ylva attempted to reason with the two of them, but her efforts were futile, before she could speak further Ulfr lunged forward and his very choice triggered a fight between the two that sent Ylva into an even greater upset as she tried to place herself between them.

Freyja sat hunched over something on the ground and the only noises you could decipher from her were tangled with hurt and tears. What was that? That thing? Curiosity pulls you out from the bushes as you approach cautiously. Now standing behind Freyja you call to her, “Freyja?” She doesn’t appear to hear you, instead she continues to weep. You circle around her and what you see next causes you to rush backwards as you trip over your own paws.

It’s Fenrir, The Great Father. His lifeless body lies beneath his love as she weeps, you’re in shock, disbelief even, how could this happen. Is this a vision? Thoughts race violently through your head as you scan the peaks of Haldor’s Pass searching for anything that would wake you from this nightmare.

“YOU!” Freyja turns to you in a fit of anger. You look left and right, she can see you now? “You did this!” She roars at you, tears streaming down her face. No! No you didn’t, you’re sure of it, you try to explain yourself but she won’t listen. For the first time in your life you witness something you’ve never witnessed before, Freyja bares her teeth at you and violently launches herself in your direction. You can’t fight The Great Mother? You turn and flee in an attempt to shake her and hell hath no fury than the vision of Freyja chasing behind you in a fit of rage as you glance over your shoulder. You can hear Ulfr and Bjorn yelping and crying out, Ylva’s upset drowning them both out.

Once glance, two, three, the fourth unlike the rest because when you turn back you trip over a tree trunk and stumble down the hill crashing into various objects before you hit your head and the world around you turns to darkness once more.

You emerge from the water gasping for air as you choke on its salty grip, stumbling backwards you take one final tumble as you blink rapidly once more, praying your vision has returned. When you finally ground yourself you widen your eyes to take in the room. An albino coated Felvarg with soft grey streaks upon her chest stands before you with her head quirked to one side. Her cheeks hang ground level as they coil and uncoil against the cavern floor. Her eyes narrow now as she tilts her head in the other direction to get a better look at you, “Can you see me now?” You flick one ear confused, and just before you open your mouth to respond the stranger interrupts you, “You look awful.” Her eyebrows raised as the words left her muzzle and in tandem she lifted her paw delicately and dramatically from the ground and flicked it, almost as if she had second paw discomfort from the state you were in.

Despite your vision returning, the world around you was still a blur, and you couldn’t be more happy to finally be awake from that.. nightmare. “My name is Nimh, and I am Sanctuary’s Timekeeper.” A Timekeeper? What’s that? Sanctuary however? That sounds familiar.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg stood before a rushing stream within The Great Maw, staring into the water at your own blinded reflection, mere moments from plunging your face within. Flowers litter the water and equally moss on every viable surface is bountiful. Light slices through the caves cracks overhead allowing dust to dance within its rays blissfully unaware of your woes.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Eye Mutation, 1x Scar Kit, 50% Chance for1x Freyja’s Keepsake, 50% Chance for 1x Chosen Common Trait

12/21/2024 - 01/15/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Two Flickering Flames

A snowstorm rages overhead as the weight of the snow upon Valhalla’s treetops force the branches to creak beneath the pressure. The night is setting in and if it weren’t for the blankets of white snow that lay restlessly against the forest floor the darkness would swallow onefel whole. A bitter chill with a bite sharp enough to pierce even the thickest of coats weaves between the winding branches and trees of Valhalla as though it were a maze. You try to push your way through the wind, snow and hail but it’s no use, to traverse further into the night would surely be a mistake. You look left and right in an attempt to ground yourself as a flicker of light catches your attention.

Up ahead and to the left is The Flickering Stag. An inn tucked just on the outskirts of Skalaness. You persist onwards towards the warmth of the inn as it draws you near. Once inside, the reason for the name of this well known inn will become extremely apparent. Dozens of candles are placed on any surface flat enough to balance upon, and equally every wall is littered with skulls, and taxidermy. Skulls from what creature you might ask? If you guessed stags, you were correct. The barkeep here will ask no questions, as she was instructed to turn a blind eye by the Felvarg that owns this establishment.. which to most anyfel? Remains entirely unknown. The currency to pay for shelter and food here in The Flickering Stag? Why, anything of value, of course. It wasn’t your intention to rest here but plans had changed.

Felvargs go about their own business inside, and everyfel makes a valiant effort not to make eye contact or meddle in otherfels business. Each nose pointed only to their own table. Voices wash over the silence of Valhalla’s forest until a familiar voice cuts through the sound of strangers. It’s Ylva, she eagerly nods you over. You can’t help but wonder what a Felvarg like Ylva might be doing in a place like The Flickering Stag. Ylva insists you sit beside her, front and center now to a roaring stone fireplace littered in candles and wax, she is roasting chestnuts on an open fire and insists you indulge in them with her.

Just as you open your mouth to ask Ylva why she is here, Hel interrupts the two of you. Both Felvargs take a moment to collapse in the other's embrace as you watch both intrigued and confused. “Is it done?” Ylva queried Hel, who wasted no time nodding to her love, “It is.” The two speak nothing else of the matter and both join you eagerly.

If nothing else at least you’ll share in the warmth of the fire amongst allies while the storm passes through Skalaness, or at the very least acquaintances you can trust will watch your back as you rest. You can’t help but observe the two as they harmoniously tease at one another, Hel even tosses a hot chestnut at you playfully. As she does Ylva draps a thick warm hide over your shoulders. There are worse places somefel might be on a night such as this.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg inside the Flickering Stag sat before a grand stone fireplace with Ylva and Hel as you share in a warm treat before the flames.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Red Festive Christmas Present, 1x Chestnuts, 50% chance for 1x Lost Frostbitten Felvarg Puppy or 1x Lost Frostbitten Hellhound Felvarg Puppy (unique BoA)

Optional:

What’s this? As you depart Ylva asks you to blow out the candles on the table beside you. Only one of them refuses to go out despite your best efforts to extinguish it. Including both Hel and Ylva in your entry will also return 1x Cursed Flame, which can be used to return to Uhma at a later date.

01/05/2025 - 02/02/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Foresti

The sun sinks toward the horizon as if it were ready to plunge itself into the depths of Hongerige. With each passing moment, the soft blue sky alongside the roofs of each building in Hearth is illuminated with vivid shades of orange, yellow, and pink. As winter’s frigid grasp loosens, the once-frozen water shatters into large floating shards that gently rise and fall in rhythm with the soft waves. While a shimmer on the icy water briefly catches your attention, it is the enchanting sky that almost hypnotizes you as if it had cast a spell. You pause for a moment’s breath before venturing onto the Docks of Hearth, not wanting to let such a breathtaking view pass by you without appreciating it to its fullest.

As you sit at the edge of the pier, enjoying the scenic moment, a bubble of considerable size rises from the depths of Hongerige just feet in front of your face. Several sheets of ice are dislodged as the bubble bursts, sending violent ripples radiating outward. Ripples swell into waves that crash against the dock’s sturdy support pillars, causing vibrations that shake your balance and send you tumbling backward. As the waves dissipate, you lean forward over the water, eyes focused on what little surface you can manage to see. To the left, in the outskirts of your vision, a large ripple begins to form as if something large had shoved the water upward yet whatever it was remained hidden beneath the surface. The unknown loomed over you, fueling your curiosity as you scrambled back to your paws. There, just beyond the edge of the pier, a mount had risen from the waters dispersing the ice around it.

Leaning forward, you attempt to get a closer look at the mysterious mound when another ripple forms around its base. The world around begins to quake, vibrations from the dock climb up your legs like a thousand tiny ants, shaking you to your core. The mound begins to grow and you quickly realize what it was. Steadily, Foresti emerges from the depths of Hongerige. His back covered with tall oak trees, large rock formations, and various flora and fauna. Water violently flows from his mountain peaks, crashing down upon his shell covering you in a frigid mist and wafting the smell of brine into your nose. Now face to face with the colossal but gentle sea turtle, you notice his eyes are full of pain and sorrow. You take a cautious step forward as Foresti lifts a flipper and rests it alongside the docks before you, welcoming you forward.

Accepting the invitation, you bravely step off the pier onto Foresti’s flipper and within moments, onto his back. Instantly you notice it, a single stem shot up from the ground with several vibrant purple flowers, each one bell-shaped and open downward. A soft mist seemed to ooze from them and collect on the poor beast’s shell. As you quickly glance around, you notice more of these curious flowers, each flower on a singular stem that shot up from a collective vine-like root. It snaked across Foresti’s shell, spreading itself like a virus. Its obvious to you that this plant is plaguing the gentle giant and he has sought you out to aid him. It is up to you to concoct a solution using the plants and herbs found upon Foresti’s back to rid him of this poisonous plant before it spreads too far.

Objective:

Depict or Write your Felvarg upon Foresti’s back as you attempt to combine various other herbs to rid the gentle giant of this poisonous weed that has taken hold of him.

Reward:

1x Badge, 1,000 Felcredits, 1x Healing Salve, 1x Magical Moonstone, 1x Pristine Mass of Unakite, and a 75% chance for 1x Essence of Admiration