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Talebearing Treachery

You’re standing on the edge of Ulfrheim, and given the circumstances it feels like the edge of the earth. Hongerige is crashing violently behind you, so to turn and flee into its cold blue icy grip would be a mistake. Esme is laid beside you on the shoreline unconscious and weak, you manage to free yourself from those pursuing you within The Great Maw by leaping down into Hongerige but after breaking free of one problem you stumble upon another. You peer into the shadows as dark and ominous figures approach, you look to Esme with concern but she is nearly lifeless. The chill of night paired with the salty water your coat retained from Hongerige has a chill crawling down your spine, its icy bite is painful.

“Well that’s just unfortunate.” A voice calls out to you as it snakes close enough for the moonlight to illuminate its face, It’s Oracle and he brought company. You twitch your lip uncomfortably as you prepare yourself for what right now feels like the inevitable. “You’ve got spirit, kid.” Oracle declares as he chuckles in a condescending tone, he is pacing the shoreline now as he shakes his head with a ‘tsk, tsk, tsk.’ You weigh out your options, which are limited. You can flee into the woods but that would likely mean death for Esme, you could stand your ground and fight Oracle but what use would that do you’re outnumbered and wanted at this point. “Or you could indulge what it is I want from you, and you and Esme here can be on your way.”

You’re taken aback as you retreat backwards, Hongerige crashing into your back paws reminding you of the trap you’ve somehow managed to spring. You glance back but only for a moment before narrowing your gaze upon Oracle curiously. He can hear your thoughts? Is that possible? Or could he simply see you considering your options within your gaze as you canvassed your surroundings. “You have something I want, no.. something I need.” Oracle stops pacing now to face you, his minions close in each lowering their heads menacingly which causes your fur to stand on edge. “Join me, Fenrir’s reign is coming to an end, choose the winning side.” Oracle approaches you now with purpose as you snarl and bare your teeth demanding space. Oracle freezes and quickly halts his minions who were ready to engage with such an action from you. You do your best to make a decision in the heat of the moment as the discomfort swells. Oracle’s blues and oranges slice through the night as they burn into you.

This would truly mean betraying Fenrir, not for the right reasons but with ill intention. It will change your path forever. With limited options it’s only rational of you to have considered the possibilities of the decision you had to make. Oracle smirked as his gaze clouded over in satisfaction, “With those books we can do great things together.” As you take a step forward you’re interrupted by shouts further north, It’s Freyja and she is quickly approaching with half a dozen other alphas at her command, as they crash through the underbrush and are face to face with you, Oracle and his minions a standoff begins.

Freyja’s expression when she finds you with Oracle is one of disappointment and confusion. A soft spoken voice cuts through the low grumbles being exchanged and it captures your attention, it’s Esme and she's alive. The words were muffled as you tilt your head in confusion and ask her to repeat herself. Esme scrambles carefully picking up her own weight on her two front paws as she shakes weakly and repeats herself, “De—clare… S–ancutary.” Her words are so weak and withdrawn but she repeats them as many times as it takes for you to hear her.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg standing behind Oracle, having made your choice to forfeit the books to him, and ultimately betraying Fenrir and every alpha on Ulfrheim. Be mindful if you do this Fenrir will remember your betrayal.

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Depict or write your Felvarg stood within the safety of Norn’s Weave in Helvalla, a stone laced village under the protection of Aurora and Nimh. This will give you the time you need to explain your situation to Aurora and devise a plan to redeem yourself with Fenrir and Freyja.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 3x Mushrooms, 3x Rune Coins, 3x Felpoints, 50% Chance for 1x Helvallian: Guide to Survival*, 1x Title: Sanctuary Seeker*

Optional:

Have you completed every phase in Chapter 4 of Storybook? Alongside the rewards for this phase be awarded the following: 1,000 Felcredits, 1x Exclusive Achievement, 1x Blanket of Shadows, 1x Embellished Strongbox

06/16/2025 - 07/15/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Cloudburst

Although we might try our hardest to prepare for the most unforeseen of situations, sometimes the most simple of events can be the ones that catch us off guard. The weight of the seasons change has most everyfel in a frenzy of activity. All across Ulfrheim, onefel can see the fisherfel hoist their sails to head out to sea while the merchants occupying the streets of Hearth set up their stalls. From the depths of a hibernation that gripped the lands for the season emerged Felvargs ready to take advantage of the warm weather that cascaded across the land. You find yourself traversing softly through the woods of Valhalla, or perhaps stalking quietly down an alleyway of Bardr. Onefel might find themselves tucked away in their study, perched within a corridor full of parchment and books. Wherever you may be, we share the same sky. What was once a shining and bright morning, turned somber as the scent of rain hung heavy in the air. With a deep roll of thunder, the darkening clouds cast dull hues of blue that choked the sky. With a mind full of awaiting tasks that demand your immediate action and utmost concentration, you hardly take notice as the air stands still around you.

As you hastily make your way from destination to destination, the wind suddenly whips at your coat, tugging your fur every which way without warning. The birdsong is drowned out by gusts of wind that hiss as they clatter the tree branches above. With a flash, a crack of lightning pierces the sky and a roar of thunder bellows shortly after. Before you can gather your belongings, a torrential downpour unleashes. The rain stung your face as you leapt in shock from another crack of lightning, adrenaline thrusting your paws to make a run for shelter. However, you find yourself quite unprepared for the sudden outburst of rain, your mind racing as shetler may not be the priority at this very moment. You have parchment and books to protect, food to keep warm, or possessions to secure.

You take a deep breath, your lungs filling with the cool wash of mist. Although the storm stirred up your plans ahead, it’s time to make your next move to continue onward with your duties. How does your Felvarg deal with the fact that they were unprepared for the storm? What is it they prioritize first as they come to terms with their day being uprooted and the new list of tasks flood their mind?

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg responding to the sudden appearance of a violent storm, the location can be any official location in Helvalla, Jormungandr, or Ulfrheim.

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 1x Berry Bush, 1x Rune of Experience, and 50% Chance at 1x Waterlogged Provisions

07/03/2025 - 08/02/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

The Trio

Haldor's Pass, once a bustling thoroughfare for travelers and traders alike, has fallen silent. A heavy, unnatural stillness hangs in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves. The usual sounds of bustling caravans, chattering Felvargs, and the chirping of birds have all but vanished. It wasn't always like this. The Pass was once the safest and quickest route through the treacherous mountains of Ulfrheim, a lifeline connecting distant settlements. But now, an ominous darkness has taken hold, casting long shadows over the path.

The reason for this change is whispered in fearful tones: The Trio.

The Trio are no ordinary foxes. They were once a mischievous but relatively harmless band, known for their clever tricks and knack for pilfering food from unsuspecting travelers. The group were legends in their own right, notorious for their pranks that, while annoying, never caused real harm. However, all of that changed when they stumbled upon a relic belonging to Ursa. The relic was an ancient, weathered stone, carved with mysterious runes and radiating a cold, dark energy. It had been sealed away in a hidden cave deep within the mountains, protected by powerful wards to prevent it from falling into the wrong paws. But the Trio, driven by their insatiable curiosity and a bit of greed, managed to bypass the wards and steal the relic. What they didn't realize was that the relic was cursed.

As soon as they touched the stone, the curse took hold, warping their minds and bodies. The red fox's eyes now glow with a fiery, unnatural light, filled with rage and malice. The silver fox's once sleek, beautiful coat is now mottled with patches of black and grey, as if the very essence of life is being drained from it. The melanistic fox, already dark as night, has become a living shadow, its form barely distinguishable from the darkness around it. Driven mad by the curse, the Trio have become feral, viciously attacking anyfel who dares to enter Haldor's Pass. Their attacks are swift, brutal, and merciless, leaving behind nothing but fear and bloodshed. The once safe passage has become a death trap, with the few who survive their encounters with the Trio returning with tales of glowing eyes, shadows that move on their own, and the bone-chilling sounds of growls echoing through the mountains.

The alphas of the nearby villages have tried to send hunters and warriors to reclaim the Pass, but none have succeeded. The Trio are too clever, too fast, and too powerful, the curse giving them unnatural strength and agility. Even the bravest Felvargs hesitate to venture near Haldor's Pass, knowing that they might not return.

Ursa is furious. The relic was never meant to be disturbed, and the curse was a punishment for those who sought to wield its power for themselves. But the Trio's actions have brought chaos and death to the mountains, and Ursa's wrath is growing. The only way to end the curse is to return the relic to its rightful place, deep within the cave where it was found. But to do so, someone must brave Haldor's Pass, confront the cursed foxes, and survive the encounter. The call has gone out to the bravest and most cunning Felvargs of Ulfrheim. Who will answer? Will they be able to defeat the cursed Trio and restore peace to the mountains? Or will they fall like so many others before them, leaving Haldor's Pass to remain a place of death and despair? The fate of the Pass, and perhaps all of Ulfrheim, hangs in the balance.

Objective:

Depict or Write your Felvarg fighting through the Trio to obtain and return the cursed relic. The relic cannot be touched, otherwise the curse will consume you as well.

Reward:

1x Badge, 1,000 Felcredits, 1x Red Fox Pelt, 1x Silver Fox Pelt, 1x Cross Fox Pelt, 1x Accessories, 1x Essence of Trickery, 50% chance for 1x Fox Totem.