04/05/2024 - 05/03/2024 | 11:59:59PM IST

Keijo's Sleeve

As The Broken Wheel fell quiet you felt tension in the air. Fenrir gave a stiff, curt nod as Hel looked to him with her head held high. “Ylva has told me of an incantation you wish to speak with me about,” Hel inquired. For a heartbeat, Fenrir held an intense gaze on Hel. Surely he could trust Ylva, yet here Hel stood before him as he presented subtle conflictions of her judgment. You watch as Freyja leans ever so closer to Fenrir, giving the reassurance everyfel needed to break the silence and begin. “Let us discuss,” she spoke with a soft tone of urgency. As the Alphas crowd around one another in a tight circle, they began whispering in quick succession. With a wave of her tail, Ylva dismisses you. You take your leave to give them space, trailing to the outside of the Broken Wheel. Your mind drifts to the captivating book that was full of information that would take days of study. What could the elemental symbols mean? Your mind reeled at the possibilities, your fur standing on end at the thought of such powerful dark magic.

With a small jolt, you are pulled from your deep thoughts as Fenrir rushes to catch up to you. His expression was unreadable, his eyes didn’t dare betray what his own mind was racing about. “As I was saying before,” Fenrir began, “I ask for one more favor.” Fenrir brings out the book he had shown you prior, as well as a book from his own personal collection. “You will need to traverse to the northern regions of the Village of Skalaness and locate a library by the name of Keijo's Sleeve,” he said as gestured for you to take the books. You tilt your head, taking the books within your paws as Fenrir continues to explain. “There at Keijo’s Sleeve you will need to search for books of each of the individual elements; Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Death, Life, Shadow, Light, and Time.” He pressed on the two books in your paws, “These are so that you are granted access to the library. The keeper is not one to let go of his artifacts easily, a trade of equal value is required. I am certain he would gladly add these to his collection.” You nod in understanding, it was said that the locals had high respect for the library owner. Your paws tingled at the thought of stepping paw in the very place.

Wasting no time, you head to Keijo’s Sleeve. Sticking your head in the many dimly lit alley’s, you finally come across the one that leads to the tight corridor that hosts Keijo’s Sleeve. The musty smell of books and parchment floods your nostrils, the very sight of the many shelves full of relics was inspiring, yet daunting. Before you could get any closer, a small dwarf with a long beard appeared at your paws. With a gruff clear of his throat, he narrows his eyes at you. “The names Keijo, and you?” he grunted as he busied himself with the many scrolls in his paws. Before you could utter your name, you see that he’s inspecting the two books you possessed, his ears twitching with great interest as he exclaimed, “Ah, now where does somefel like you find such books!” Before trading the books off to Keijo, you sit and explain the situation.

“You need to borrow 9 books, each for a unique element?” Keijo sat stroking his beard, pondering about lending out so many books. You nod your head eagerly and leaned forward with anticipation as the seconds drew on. “You will find them here, each tucked away in their respective spot,” he spoke in a matter of fact tone, clearly proud of his organization skills. “However, I have much to do and cannot assist,” Keijo grumbled as he quickly tucked away the two books that you had given to him. With a wave of his paw, he sends you off into his library. “Be swift, and careful!” he barked back at you as he disappeared behind a curtain down a corridor. As the soft sound of rain started to patter just outside, you stood there amongst the many towering shelves, your fur prickling uneasily. It was time to start your search for the 9 individual books.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg inside Keijo's Sleeve as they search the many shelves within the library for the 9 Elemental Books.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 3x Token of Eastertide, 1x Path to Valhalla, 50% Chance for 1x Stack of Missing Pages

07/16/2024 - 08/15/2024 | 11:59:59PM IST

In The Trenches

The sun hung high in the sky, its scorching rays blanketing the Village of Skalaness in an oppressive heat. The once lush and vibrant fields were now on the brink of desolation, the crops wilting under the relentless summer sun. The villagers, faces etched with worry, gathered around the dry irrigation trenches, their murmurs of concern carried on the hot breeze.

Your eyes reflecting the urgency of the task at hand. The village elder approached, desperation in his voice as he explained the predicament. "The river," he gestured towards the distant shimmer of water, "we need to divert it into these trenches. Without water, our crops will die, and the village will suffer." You nod solemnly, understanding the gravity of the mission. You trotted towards the river, the ground beneath your paws dry and cracked. The heat radiated from the earth, but your determination burned hotter. As you reached the riverbank, you took a moment to assess the surroundings. The river, though not particularly wide, flowed steadily, its cool waters a stark contrast to the arid land it bordered.

With a deep breath, you plunged into the river, feeling the refreshing embrace of the water around you. You swam to the other side, where the bank was higher and the earth softer. This would be the starting point of their new trench. Climbing out, you begin to dig, your powerful claws tearing into the soil with ease. The sun is beating down relentlessly, but your resolve never wavered. Each scoop of earth brought them closer to salvation. As you worked, the villagers joined in, their spirits lifted by your unwavering determination. Together, they toiled under the blistering sun, the sounds of digging and the occasional encouragement echoing across the fields. Sweat dripped from brows and fur alike, but the sight of the trench growing longer and deeper spurred them on. This would be no easy task, but it needed to be done before all the crops completely died out.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg assisting in digging out the new trench among the wilting plants in Skalaness.

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 1x Basket of Vegetables, 1x Rune of Bountiful Berries, 1x Splinter of Opal, 1x Sprig of Lavender, 50% chance for 1x Flask of Fulfillment.

07/06/2024 - 08/02/2024 | 11:59:59PM IST

Hlyde

The morning mist clung to the ground like a shroud as you walked through the dense forest, your mind preoccupied with the weight of unspoken troubles. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves, the essence of autumn despite being the middle of summer. The forest was eerily silent, save for the occasional rustle of branches swaying in the breeze, and the distant call of a lone bird, hidden somewhere in the canopy. Your paw steps echoed softly against the mossy undergrowth, a rhythm that matched the beating of your anxious heart. It was then that you first felt it—a presence, dark and imposing, lingering just beyond your sight, like a shadow that refused to stay put. You quickened your pace, the sense of urgency tightening around you like a vice. The invisible burden grew heavier with each step, as if the very forest was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable encounter. The towering trees seemed to close in, their twisted branches forming a canopy that blocked out the weak morning light. And then, as you turned a corner, there he was.

Hlyde has appeared before you, his silent, imposing figure standing in stark contrast to the surrounding wilderness. His quiet expression loomed over you like a dark cloud, filled with unspoken words and unresolved tensions. His eyes, deep and inscrutable, seemed to pierce through your very soul, unearthing the secrets you had buried so deeply. You pinned your ears back, a reflexive gesture of defiance, refusing to acknowledge his presence. Turning your back on him, you hoped to evade the confrontation you knew was inevitable. But Hlyde was not so easily dismissed. He stomped on the ground and snorted, a low, guttural sound that resonated through the forest, a reminder of the unspoken presence that haunted your every step.

As you continued through the day, your movements were shadowed by a heavy sense of dread. Nofel, always observant, noticed the great spectre of a stag following you, its eyes mirroring the same torment you carried within. The time had come to face that which you had been avoiding for so long: grief, guilt, betrayal—whatever conflict your heart harboured. To rid yourself of this beast, to reclaim your peace, you must confront these shadows head-on. Only by acknowledging and addressing the darkness within can you hope to banish the spectre that haunts your every step.

Objective:

Depict or Write your Felvarg dealing with the darkness that is looming over them, in whatever way possible to rid Hlyde from haunting your steps. Hlyde must be present in some way as you battle the darkness.

Reward:

1x Badge, 1,000 Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Healing Salve, 1x Flask of Illusions, 50% chance for 1x Flask of Fulfillment.