Storybook
03/04/2025 - 04/04/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST
Fel in Skoll's Strike
Freyja is confused, this much is obvious as she digests what is unfolding right before her eyes. You emerge from a dark corridor moments after Fenrir passed, only to have crashed into her sending pages from the books Fenrir sent you to obtain from Keijo’s Sleeve flying every which way. Suspiciously Freyja asks you if you’re alright, and your pause causes her to grow even more concerned. Her body snakes to one side as she keeps hold of the singular book she still holds in her possession, not yet having pawed it over to you. “Were you hiding from Fenrir?” She asks, boldly and bravely already feeling as though she knew the answer. Your heart is pounding in your chest, you could tell her everything perhaps? Explain the vision, explain what you saw in great detail. Fenrir’s lifeless body laid upon the forest floor as she wept before him. You could tell her about the mysterious Felvarg that led you to a stream in The Great Maw. You could tell her one moment you were blind, until you weren’t..
The more you considered the words the more you realized how ridiculous you sounded. Freyja would never believe you, who would? To give these very books to Fenrir meant you were sealing his fate to the unspeakable. You search for the same sorrow in Freyja’s eyes as you saw when she chased you through the forest on Haldor’s peaks eager to strike you down. This time though? Her expression was washed over in hurt and anger. You take a few steps backwards anxiously as Freyja steps towards you in equal paces, her tone sharp, “Think long and hard about this.” It’s too late for Freyja to talk you off the edge so-to-speak. It simply had to be this way.
With your mind made up you turn and bolt off down the dark corridor tripping over your own four paws multiple times in an attempt to free yourself of The Great Maw and those who now angrily seek you out from within. Each corridor looks like the last, the wet moss causing the cavern floor to resemble ice beneath your pads. You’re breathless, anxious and each way out is met with another guard charging towards you with a fierce purpose. Snarls and roars of honor snap behind you as you turn and blindly run in any direction that offers even the slightest hint of possible freedom. You’re being hunted, like prey in a meadow as the guards weave the passages as though they themselves had built them with their own four paws.
The only way away is up, and the further up you climb the more concerned you are that you might not find an exit of some sort. One final turn sends you crashing into yet another Felvarg, and this time It’s Esme. She seems jarred as she yelps when the two of you collide. You quickly scramble to all fours as you hear thundering paws approaching. Esme seems concerned as she rushes forward in an attempt to comfort you. When you back away in a panic she respectfully pauses, she can see the worry in your gaze, she can hear your heart pounding. She turns now and with the guards nearing the two of you she understands exactly what is happening. Esme turns back to face you as she leaps over your head and bolts forward. You’re confused as she clears you.
You take one last look at the guards as they close the gap, when you look back to Esme she turns and scolds you as she collapses into a trot to call back to you, “What are you waiting for, let’s go!” Can you really trust Esme? What choice do you have, it’s not as if you have enough time to create a list of pros and cons. After hesitating you spin in pursuit of Esme, who leads you down dark slips that would have otherwise been blind to the naked unknowing eye. Eventually you break out onto a cliff side. It takes only a moment to realize that hundreds of feet below you The Hungry Wolf pounds into the cliff side of The Great Maw. You look at Esme, and she gazes back at you with equal parts hope and fear in her eyes. Wait… she’s not expecting you to jump.. Pawsteps approaching from behind snap you back to reality as Esme widens her eyes with worry, nodding it to one side as if to gesture ‘what else can we do.’ She takes a few steps backwards and tucks her head into her chest as if to summon the courage she needed next.
Both of your chests heave with exhaustion as Esme speaks one last time before bursting forward and leaping from the cliff side with or without you, “Don’t be a fel in Skoll's Strike. Fenrir’s bite is what truly ended it all.” If ever words were going to encourage you to leap, it would be those words specifically.Objective:
Depict or write your Felvarg having leapt from the cliff side of The Great Maw, plummeting down into Hongerige. Your paws have only just left the crumbling mountainside as you're suspended in midair. This leap is hundreds of feet from the water below, hungrily the waves wait to receive you. Moss and foliage consumes the face of the mountain whole.Reward:
1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Oracle's Bloodcursed Cleaver *, 50% Chance for 1x Essence of Trickery, 25% Chance for 1x Waterlogged ProvisionsOptional:
All participants will be added into a raffle to receive 1x Cursed Helscroll.