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Sacred Offering: Uhma (2190)

Varglotto: 18000 Felcredits
Storybook
04/13/2026 - 05/15/2026 | 11:59:59PM IST

The World Without You

Meanwhile, back across the other islands, the world did not stop in your absence. Three long weeks had passed.

Ylva took one last quiet walk through The Great Maw and Skalaness, sorrow clinging to her like pollen in spring. It followed her in every step, in every breath she took, in every glance she dared not to return as otherfel attempted to engage with her. At first, nofel noticed anything. Ylva had already become a ghost among them. It wasn’t until Freyja went to check on her that the truth had surfaced. Both Ylva and Hel were gone.

Hel had improved, yes… but not enough. Not enough to speak. Not enough to stand. Certainly not enough to travel. Freyja sought out Fenrir immediately, but the great father could only reassure her. He encouraged Freyja to be patient, to give Hel and Ylva the time they clearly needed to recover from what had transpired upon Haldor’s Pass. “They will return,” he told her. “When they are ready.” Fenrir truly believed every word. Whether that belief was genuinely truth… or hope… that remained to be seen.

Ylva looked back just once. When she did, The Great Maw stood behind her, vast and unmoving beneath the dim sky as it set over Ulfrheim once last time. Hel lay carefully secured within a carriage, tucked beneath heavy furs. The two were guided by her two most faithful horses. They moved at a steady, quiet pace beneath the cover of night. Where they were going? Nofel knew. And that was exactly how Ylva wanted it. Draped in cloaks, she hid both herself and Hel from wandering eyes as the two slipped quietly into the dark.

Fenrir had slowly healed from his own injuries. Despite the fact he was strong enough to walk on all fours again, he had not yet left The Great Maw. Often he could be seen sat upon its spires, watching the lightning fork across Haldor’s Pass hundreds of miles away. Something kept him rooted there. Duty perhaps? Exhaustion. A weight far beyond one mostfel might ever know.

Freyja had done her part. She had secured all nine tomes, locking them away safely behind magic drawn by Uhma’s own two paws. For now they were safe, untouchable.

Oracle was no longer in hiding. No. He claimed his place amongst the Felvarg in Haldor’s Pass. Beneath the silent storm that clung to the mountain, webbed in blue and black lightning that cracked across the sky without a sound. There, he and his army built an impressive fortress. Those who had strayed from the path of Alphas gathered to him. Quietly and willingly. His numbers grew not through force, but through belief. Flyers appeared across every island, each and every main city touched by his magic. An open invitation to be had, a promise, a claim. His Crescent Throne.

Vessra had not been idle either. The Briar Syndicate, her pack, had located the portal nestled deep within Maeleanott. The same portal Noctrix had lead you to. And through it, the Nattnkatt and Nattnkin spilled outward. Not just into Ulfrheim, but also Helvalla and Jörmungandr. They moved into the islands without remorse, but also without war. Their presence lingered like a shadow at the edge of vision. Always watching, asking, and searching. Not just for Fenrir, but for Hel. Those loyal to Fenrir kept him informed. Vessra was not subtle in her curiosity, and as a direct result every Alpha was on edge.

On the western reaches of Himravann, her pack began to build. A vessel of some kind. It was large, towering against the shores of Hongerige, deliberately placed. For what purpose? Nofel knew. And yet the Felvargs of Himravann—the quiet, old-souled guardians of that very forest—chose not to interfere. They watched, and some even quietly helped. For what reason? It was unclear.

Helvalla, for a time, knew peace. The Brunnrekka and Yggdravixen had settled among its locals, welcomed not as outsiders, but as kin long returned. Their presence brought a strange balance to the island, strength and magic woven together once more into something far greater than it once was. For the first time in what felt like ages… Helvalla could breathe.

Norn’s Weave stood complete. With Aurora missing, Nimh took her place among its people, guiding them alongside Odin, who remained as steady as ever. The city continued to grow in both numbers and allegiances. It became something more than it once was, a pillar. A place others turned to for safety. And though no crown had been placed upon his head, and no decree had been spoken to it, the inhabitants of Helvalla looked to Odin as their answer. Their calm in the storm. Each time, he refused, just as he had the last.

Nightfall had all but vanished. Not a trace, not a whisper, not a glimpse in the shadows. Somefel had claimed she had perished within the in-between—drowned when Miðhafsey bled into it, its waters swallowing everything she once controlled. Others were not so convinced, and you? You knew better. You knew Nightfall was forging something beyond what anyfel might understand.

And then? Then there was you. You. Grimara. Aurora. Skorgrim. Gone. The moment the portal opened within Niflheim once more, nofel had heard from you or anyone you shared that final night in Niflheim with.

And it would take the bravery of a titan’s love so broken, so cruelly torn apart, and so unwaveringly devoted to bring you home safely.

Objective:

Depict or write your character experiencing nothingness - not darkness, but an all-consuming light. They drift through the unknown, weightless and untethered, enveloped in a blinding surge of raw, unshaped magic. The light is infused with various forms of elemental magic, threatening to consume you whole. What does your character see, think, or feel at this very moment?

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 2x Missing Page: Restoring Niflheim, 1x Flashlight, 1x Magical Moonstone, 5x Felpoints, 5x Rune Coins, 5x Mushrooms

Optional:

Chapter Completion Bonus: 1x Seraphic Yggdravixen Kit
Submit Completed Storybook Entries Here
Quest
04/01/2026 - 04/30/2026 | 11:59:59PM IST

Beneath Heimta’s Shallows

With a drawn out sorrowful howl, the water upon Lake Heimta quivered with anticipation. As the howl echoed down the valley and mountains of the surrounding area, in its wake followed a white mist that gently blanketed the lake's surface. It shielded the lake's reflection, choking out the moon and stars above, a visual representation of the trouble that seemed to cloud the mind of the very source. As felfolk and Yggdravixen alike quietly approached the wall of mist, a translucent form seemed to thrash about the water's surface. Soft gasps sounded above the mellow waves that licked the bank as another howl pierced the night. The mist whirled, ebbing out of the way of the howl as it traversed the cool air, revealing a lone spirit that paced atop the water. Its paws did not disturb the surface, its form so faint that should you blink, you wondered if it were ever there to begin with as you briefly lost sight of it.

“It is deeply troubled, restless of a resolve not yet given,” a low voice cooed in a hush tone. There in the dimmed moonlight stood a ghostly titan, her long tufts of wisp fur flowing graciously in the breeze. Uhma’s eyes traveled from the spirit to you, timeless knowledge and the ache to assist reflected in her gaze. She began to construct a shrine at the bank of the lake, the waves just close enough to lap at the runestone she placed in a calculated matter. A cauldron sat above a stack of logs that were lit with embers, water from the lake bubbled inside. Uhma tied bells and chimes made of bone to a willow that leaned down nearby, its branches resting on the water. It created a shelter for Uhma to work in, her form hidden amongst the leaves. The wind flowed through it, sending a soothing chill through your fur. Petals fell and littered the ground, giving way to a soft lavender hue that eased your gaze. Uhma plucked a few of these blooms and clutched them tightly in her grasp. She then crushed them between her claws and sprinkled the flakes into the cauldron.

With a whisper, Uhma spoke, “Aid me in creating a brew that will allow this spirit to cross into the next life. Let us give it the resolution it seeks.” She took your paws and firmly clasped a satchel within your grip. After quickly rumaging through the satchel, you find that the pockets were full of several empty vials, a parchment with a list of ingredients, and a book with detailed descriptions on herbs. The spirit wailed once more, a plea resounding deep within its soul. “A cruel fate to wander endlessly,” Uhma shook her head. She continued her preparation for the potion, her eyes resting carefully on the spirit.

Objective:

Depict or write your character assisting Uhma in brewing a gentle potion meant to soothe a restless spirit seen wading through the shallows of Lake Heimta. Show them gathering ingredients, preparing the brew, and/or pouring it into the lake to help the spirit pass over.

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 1x Serpent’s Satchel, 1x Strange Potion, 5x Mushrooms

Optional:

Include the spirit in your entry to earn an additional reward: 1x Rune of Experience
Submit Completed Quest Entries Here
Beast Hunt
04/03/2026 - 05/02/2026 | 11:59:59PM IST

Hhrutr

Spring settled into the woods just outside of Haldor’s Pass with a relaxing, comforting exhale. Fresh sprigs of grass broke through the morning frost as they reached for the sun’s rays. Dew collected upon their delicate blades, the smell crisp and earthy as the aroma hung thick in the air. Flowers decorated the forest floor, their blooms creating small patches of vibrant color that caught your eye and lured you further into the woods. Brambles that once seemed so uninviting during the winter were now blooming with life. Their long, ivy tendrils, heavy with the tempting fragrance of juicy berries, attracted all sorts of wildlife both large and small. From the distance, a sudden sharp crack of a branch followed by a panicked bellow caught you off guard. You pricked your ears, swiveling them to locate the source.

After picking your way carefully through the brambles, your eyes widen at the sight. Drawn by the allure of the sweet berries, Hhrutr had become ensnared in the center of a thicket of thornberry bushes. Their thorns, like claws, dug deeper into his thick winter coat with every panicked attempt at escape. The berries burst under his weight, spilling thick sugary sap onto his knotted fur. The sticky substance snatched up any loose leaves, broken twigs, and sharp briars nearby, fusing them to his pelt and restricting his movements. Hhrutr let out another frantic bellow, sending nearby birds fluttering towards the sky while squirrels and other small rodents bolted under nearby shrubs. Your gaze darted around looking for an opening, however bramble seemed to choke every inch of earth.

It was important to be careful in your approach, as creating further panic would only worsen Hhrutr’s situation. The sound of rushing water nearby appeared promising, perhaps a soak could dislodge the debris from his fur. Down wind was a stream that fed from the glacial mountain tops of Haldor’s Pass, gently carving a path through the forest towards Lake Reisa. Peering through the bramble, you get an idea of just how far to lead Hhrutr to the welcoming, frigid water. Surely then, the sugary juices will dissolve, sending all that had found itself lodged in his matted fur floating down the gentle current. You yourself just might need a plunge in the aftermath.

Objective:

Depict or write your character guiding the distressed Hhrutr to a nearby river to rid his fur of the sticky berries and anything else that has made his coat home.

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 1x Berry Bush, 3x Flora, 1x Sack of Festive Herbs, 1x Satchel of Peaks
Submit Completed Beast Hunt Entries Here
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2026-04-14 16:44:28

Chapter 5, Phase 7 - Storybook

Response To: 'The Queen Behind the Veil'

You and Aurora did your best to relax into the settlement peacefully and quietly, careful not to be seen or heard. A warm meal had been secured in a nearby tavern, the two of you sitting at the table furthest from view. The innkeeper paid neither of you any mind, clearly numb to the many species and presences that passed through. Neither you nor Aurora would be the first or last Felvarg she would see. Aurora made note of this as she documented everything right before you.

When dusk finally settled in, something about this strange place changed almost immediately. Silence fell over the courtyard as various Brunnrekka began tending to the bonfire at its center, blue embers drifting high into the sky above it. It didn’t take very long for Aurora to spot Grimara. She looked exactly as Aurora’s contact had described, laced in bone jewelry. Grimara spotted you from across the square, your eye contact causing her to stop mid-conversation. She shooed those she had been speaking to away and began advancing toward you and Aurora calmly. This was when Aurora began to panic, but you did your best to keep her steady. Before long, Grimara stood before the two of you.

“Well, well, well… look what the rekka dragged in,” Grimara said as she sat down before you, far too comfortably in truth.

You couldn’t help but notice the entire courtyard now had eyes on you. Three, what appeared to be bodyguards, stood just out of reach behind her, though you weren’t quite sure if they were protecting her… or her them.

Aurora bowed her head respectfully as she cleared her throat in an attempt to keep the peace. “Grimara, yes?”

Grimara glanced behind herself, giving some sort of silent signal. One of the rekka turned and trotted off without a word.

“In the flesh,” she responded enthusiastically, narrowing her eyes at Aurora curiously, “And what would a creature such as yourself want with me?”

“You see,” Aurora started, “We hail from an island known as—”

“Ulfrheim.” Grimara cut her off, standing now, her voice carrying louder through the courtyard as if she were speaking for everyone, “Yes, we know who you are, child of Fenrir.” The courtyard behind her broke into low chatter and whispers. “You come to me,” Grimara called out as she began to pace, “In search of a portal, do you not?”

Aurora glanced at you nervously before answering, almost as if she were giving you a moment to stop her from responding. “Yes… we’re trying to go home.”

Grimara let out a long, thoughtful hum before turning and walking back toward the bonfire burning blue. You and Aurora were urged forward by a low, encouraging growl that sounded behind the both of you, which you quickly clocked as a few gnarly Brunrekka that pressed in.

“Portals are not free,” Grimara called back, “Nor are they easy to conjure. The favor you ask of me is one I fear costs more than you can pay.”

Aurora’s expression shifted, worry setting in deeper now. “What is it you need?”

Grimara smirked faintly at a nearby caster, you were sure you saw it, but when she turned back, her expression was neutral again. You didn’t trust her, and you would be right not to.

“Name your price,” Aurora called out impatiently when Grimara didn’t answer straight away.

“Gold will not build you portals, hollow-pelt!” Grimara snapped back in irritation to Aurora’s demands.

Aurora’s ears pinned back at the insult. She didn’t have to be a Brunnrekka to know it was one.

“You are snowblind, fool,” Grimara continued. “It would require blood. And not just any blood. Blood of a creature from your island that aided in its creation.”

Your heart sank. Loki… or Fenrir perhaps? Aurora furrowed her brows, thinking. Her lover would most certainly do such a favor for her had he understood she needed him. There it was again, the feeling Aurora knew all too well as she took a moment to mourn the distance between them. 

“Perhaps my own?” Aurora looked down at her own two paws as she contemplated. Aurora was Loki’s soulmate after all, but you wondered if that meant her blood could carry such a weight as well.

Grimara raised a brow, clearly intrigued. “Perhaps your own?” she echoed, opening an arm toward the violent fire. “Let us see then.”

Aurora stepped forward cautiously, her tail low now. Just as one of Grimara’s goons moved to restrain her, they were interrupted. 

“It won’t work!” The voice cut clean through the courtyard with a resounding certainty. All eyes turned now to canvas the crowd in search of it.

“And what do you know, creature?” Grimara called out.

The cloaked figure stepped forward, and pulled back the drapes that shielded them. You recognized him almost immediately, not by name, but memory. It was the same Felvarg you and Ylva had a spat with on Haldor’s Pass not long ago.

“You said it yourself,” he continued, “Blood of a creature from the island that aided in its creation.”

It wasn’t just you and Aurora that were confused—-the entire camp was as they exchanged conversations amongst the chaos.

“Enough!” Grimara snapped, cutting through the noise. She tilted her head to one side ominously as she encouraged the creature to speak. “And?”

“And? Use my blood,” Skorgrim spat out.

Aurora frowned deeper as your eyes met, the confusion clearly painted across it. “Do you know him?” she whispered. You didn’t get the chance to answer when Skorgrim continued. 

“Surely the son of Fenrir himself would do?” Skorgrim added as he witnessed Aurora judging his claim. Your thoughts stalled. Son of Fenrir? You’d never seen him before Haldor’s Pass, and surely he was far too old to have been born without your knowledge? 

Grimara laughed. “It would take more than a bastard bred years after the fact.”

“Bastard?” Skorgrim chuffed. “You insult me, mawjaw.” Grimara had to quickly call off the rekka left and right of her as Skorgrim continued to speak. “I am his second-born son. Brother of Ulfr, and Bjorn. Of Ylva.”

Aurora gasped audibly as she charged forward, Grimara’s goons intercepting her advance. “You lie, filth!”

“It is no lie!” Skorgrim snapped back, his voice sharp. “What? Did your precious Fenrir lie to you? You thought Ulfr, Bjorn, and Ylva were all there was to his first litter as a Felvarg? Oh… the trinity.” Skorgrim threw his head sideways, almost as if to mock the word. At this point Skorgrim let his cape fall to the stone cobble courtyard beneath them.

“I was curled away in the warmth of my den,” he continued, his voice more sorrowful now. “It was Skoll who ripped me from safety. From a feeling I've been mourning since the day it was stolen from me!” Skorgrim spat across the courtyard now as his words were charged with fury, “Where was Fenrir then?”

Aurora’s eyes grew wide in disbelief, her mouth opened but no words came out.

“Quaternity,” Skorgrim whispered beneath his breath, lowering his head in defeat. “Neither here nor there is it? Use my blood. Skorgrim, Son of Fenrir. I’ll prove it.”

Grimara looked amused as she welcomed Skorgrim forward without words. Her smirk was back, only this time she didn’t bother hiding it. Only now as Skorgrim got closer did it dawn on you. He was the one who leapt into the portal the night you and Aurora spoke with Neebo at Chillgleam on Frostfall Lake. He was why Neebo closed the portal into Niflheim.

Skrogrim snatched the blade from one of Grimara’s goons before they could restrain him. He snarled at them, charging towards them in both directions. “I’ll do it myself.” They backed off immediately, cowed perhaps by the look in his eyes.

Skorgrim looked to you now, his expression hollow, unchanged, he never broke eye contact with you as he sliced the blade across his own foreleg. You could hear Grimara’s voice in a soft whisper as his blood trickled down his leg, spilling onto the courtyard. “The stone remembers, and snow breaks all tracks. As certain as the glacier. As old as the ice.”

Skorgrim’s blood traveled through the cobble cracks, clearly drawn to the flames. It roared back in response, shooting into the sky where it erupted into a wave of blue and all-consuming black.

Grimara smirked, glancing between you and Aurora. “If it’s a portal you want… it’s a portal you’ll get.”

Her laughter echoed through the courtyard as the world around you began to fade into darkness. All you could hear was Skorgrim screaming in agony. Demanding they release him as his cries sliced through the gloom. And then? Everything fell to silence. Peace at last in the nothingness that followed.


Stay tuned for the next Storybook prompt!

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2026-04-03 14:14:46

Beast Hunt is Live!

Spring is in full swing, foliage and flora bursting forth with vigorous life and sweet berries drooping branches with the weight of their clusters. The stubborn old goat Hhrutr has eaten one too many and now he's gotten himself in a sticky mess, bellowing in distress. How will you get him to the nearby stream to relieve him of berry residue and whatever else clings to his coat?

2026-04-02 12:05:42

🏁 Riverrend Rush Has Concluded 🏁


Our top five winners are:
AdmiraI's Rafe 8476, easily raced across the sand making it all look far too easy as the crowd chanted their name. Our First Place winner crosses the finish line in 18 Hours!
Luckysammy's Robinspeckle 6148, sprints towards the shores of Hongerige, their face lighting up when they see their friends among the crowd, cheering loudly. Our Second Place winner crosses the finish line in 21 Hours!
AlmaLusitana ARPG's Cathal 5490, was a blue blur almost blending in with Hongerige itself as they speed towards the cresting waves. Our Third Place winner crosses the finish line in 21 Hours!
Kingpedle's Carter 3975, pushed through severe exhaustion and claimed their place among the top. Our Fourth Place winner crosses the finish line in 21 Hours!
Nyxie's Juno 8090, kept her steady pace, not wanting to exhaust herself but once the finish line was in sight, she sprinted towards it as the crowd cheered. Our Fifth Place winner crosses the finish line in 23 Hours!


The following Felvargs that completed Riverrend Rush have returned in the following placements:
6th Place: BreakingFates  -Aconite 7777 = 25 Hours
7th Place: TigershellDoesArt - Blaze 7915 = 27 Hours
8th Place: Beau-tifullyWritten  - Blaze 7232 = 28 Hours
9th Place: Chamodile - Denali 1878 = 28 Hours
10th Place: HorticultureVulture - Fangless 8504 = 29 Hours
11th Place: DownDeer  - Hellevi 5279 = 29 Hours
12th Place: JayWolfVeer  - Maddox 8401 = 30 Hours
13th Place: BeachBumDunkin  - Aster 4299 = 31 Hours
14th Place: Pluto  - Magnolia 7283 = 31 Hours
15th Place: cowpoke-morgan - Strider 272 = 33 Hours
16th Place: Nomminus - Trooper 2858 = 33 Hours
17th Place: Olliebeanzz  - Chick Hicks 7623 = 34 Hours
18th Place: CuddliCactus - Dravenya 8224 = 36 Hours
19th Place: Artemis  - Xora 5620 = 36 Hours

A wild stalked the roadways leading from the Seat of the Alpha towards Hongerige, attempting to approach each and every contestant as they passed by but the moment anyfel else approached, he retreated back into the underbrush. That was until Trooper 2858 approached him. Trooper's confidence and loyalty shown through, inspiring the wild to follow him home. Congratulations Nomminus!

🏁 Marathon: Highvale March is Live!  🏁
Highvale March is a test of fortitude, this race takes you from the fertile lands of Skalaness through the twisting Path of Valhalla and up to the highest peak of Fenrir's Incisor. Several challenges await you, are you up for the challenge?

2026-04-01 19:18:27

🎟️  The winner of this month's pot in Varglotto is ticket #7, Sovbloodfeather! Congratulations, you take home 28,000 Felcredits!

🎁 The lucky winner of Potluck is the holder of ticket #15, RuneyStar! Congratulations as you walk home with 1x Freyja's Keepsake, the statue bringing comfort and warmth as you hold it within your paws.

🐺 Let us take a moment to celebrate April's Felvarg of the Month Kyou, owned by N0TEARL! While a flame burns within this Yggdravixen, there is purpose and ambition that drives his paws forward. No matter the great many situations the islands have thrown his way, Kyou is there igniting inspiration to those around him. His mind runs free and his tongue is just as quick with his sharp words. With his soulmate at his side, let's welcome Kyou as Felvarg of the Month!

What is coming next to Group Games? In Potluck, we have placed in 1x Easter Treats, a celebration of Eastertide itself!

💜  Sacred Offering has been updated for the month of April! 💜 

With a snarl, Midnight takes his leave, shouldering past Uhma as she steps forward. There upon the alter is her large, elegant form that radiates in the moonlight. Her gaze watches you closely, the desire to craft magic with the items you bring clearly reflected back at you.

As always, you may also provide a 500+ word roleplay sample to receive 1x Rune of Experience.

🌧 April's Seasonal Passage of Courtship prompts have been flipped! 🌊

Spring showers not only cleanse the land, but provide you with fresh challenges. As your tracks in the ground wash away, you are left uncertain with no direction. Can you gain the courage to brave the unknown? Through the waves of the hungry wolf, you find yourself at the island of Jörmungandr. With unfamiliar land ahead, where is it you explore first?

🌫 Quest is Live 🌫

As the mist that cloaked Lake Heimta draws back to reveal a distressed spirit, their sorrowful howl brings forth Uhma. Under the cover of the willows that reached beyond the shores is a small shrine Uhma has carefully constructed. With the assistance of Uhma, what will you do to help aid this spirit to it's next life?

2026-03-31 21:12:00

Eastertide 2026 launches tonight at midnight!

Spring is returning to our many islands, bringing with it a seasonal event.

Starting at midnight, players can participate in any qualifying activities set in a clear spring setting to earn:

- Favors of Nimh (up to 12 per account)

- Standard activity rewards

Favors may be exchanged in Nimh's Timeless Shoppe for exclusive seasonal items.

🎣  Quest Chain: A Catch Worth the Bite

Follow Noah's chaotic attempts to fish in unfamiliar waters, assist him through trial and error, and uncover the truth behind the catch he's been chasing. Completing all three quests will not only net you an exclusive achievement, but it will also score you 6 of the 12 favors you need to spend in Nimh's Timeless Shoppe!

We're so excited to see what you create this season, and we can't wait for you to enjoy what we've cooked up in this event. Happy Easter if you celebrate it, and stay safe out there!

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