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Sacred Offering: Uhma (2190)

Varglotto: 18000 Felcredits
Storybook
03/06/2026 - 04/06/2026 | 11:59:59PM IST

The Queen Behind the Veil

The journey across Niflheim feels endless. The cold alone would have made the distance unbearable, but the quiet stretches of wilderness seem determined to drag each hour out even further. Snow crunches beneath your paws as you and Aurora move from one town to the next, the rhythm of travel broken only by the warmth offered inside the many taverns and inns scattered across the frozen landscape. It doesn’t take long for you to understand that hospitality here comes easily to the Brunnrekka.

Each hearth you pass is the same, doors opening wide without hesitation. Food offered and then passed warmly into your grasp. Thick furs? Offered without question, wrapped around you they feel like safety and home. No suspicious glances upon you, and nofel seems troubled by the fact you are not one of their own. Their values are simple yet proudly worn upon their thick hides. Rest? Warmth? Peace? A warm meal in your stomach. The Brunnrekka value the simplicity of existence, and they understand how to make the most of it.

The Yggdravixen weave through Niflheim just as the Brunnrekka do. Their smaller figures dart between the towering figures of each Brunnrekka, carrying bundles of herbs, tending fires, whispering quiet spells that keep the biting cold from creeping too far indoors. Their magic and agility work effortlessly alongside the strength of the Brunnrekka, like two cogs turning the same wheel. The two very different in form, yet working seamlessly together as equals.

Aurora speaks little during the journey to find Grimara. Each time you ask about the mysterious rekka she gives you nothing but vague answers, brushing the question aside as though the name itself makes her nervous. She is hiding something, but what? By the time the two of you reached the place circled upon Aurora’s weathered map, the forest suddenly changed. It felt so sudden, almost as if you blinked.

The snow here has taken on a strange bluish tint, and the trees stand darker than those you passed before. Their branches stretch overhead like a ribcage, offering a trapped feeling that caused your chest to tighten. The air carries a faint hint of rot, subtle yet unmistakable. Despite there being no obvious sign of death, the smell clings to the back of your throat, thick in the air. Movement in the shadows catch your eye more than once. Figures lurking in the dark, passing silently through the hulking trees. Yggdravixen and Brunnrekka alike, cloaked in dark robes, their voices lower than a hum as they chant while marching through the forest thicket. When your eyes meet the piercing blue gaze of one Brunnrekka, the creature pauses for only a moment before continuing onward as if you weren’t worth more than the 3 seconds it offered you.

Aurora stops rather abruptly and you nearly crash into her. “It doesn’t make sense,” she mutters to herself quietly, studying the map again as she squints through the darkness. “It should be right here.”

You glance left and right, but you’re met with nothing. Only the trees, blankets of snow, and an eerie silence. Aurora stares harder, turning slowly as though the hut she had been searching for would magically reveal itself if she looked at the forest from the right angle. When nothing changes, something inside Aurora snaps out of nowhere. Her frustration erupts all at once as she storms through the clearing in tight circles, muttering under her breath nearly inaudibly. Tears begin to spill down her face uncontrollably as the weight of everything finally crashes down upon her. “I’m finished,” she chokes out. Only then does she repeat them again, each one laced with more hurt than the last, “I’m finished… I’m FINISHED.” The final shout tears free from her throat, a certain raw desperation threaded so intimately in each declaration.

In a fit of anger Aurora hurls the map into the darkness, but the two of you freeze when you notice the map never lands on the forest floor. Instead the scroll levitates in mid air after a violent jolt, as though something invisible has caught it. Both of you stare as the map trembles violently in the air before beginning to curl inward until something completely devours it from sight.

Aurora steps forward cautiously, eyes fixed on the empty space where the map had been floating. Her paw presses against something unseen, a barrier of sorts as she glances back at you. You shake your head immediately left and right. But the look in her eyes is already a familiar sight. It is the same reckless glint you saw when she leapt into the portal to Niflheim. Aurora tests the barrier once more, sliding her paw through before quickly pulling it back again. The next time she pushes deeper, curiosity overpowering her hesitation as always. A few moments pass before Aurora’s head appears through the barrier, the words she had spoken causing you to deflate, “You’re going to want to see this.”

Your shoulders sag even further before you let out an exhausted sigh. With hesitation you step forward until your paw meets the barrier just as she had. The barrier is warm to the touch. Somehow wet, yet also completely dry. The magic shifts beneath your touch like it is alive, reacting to your presence as though it can feel your heartbeat. You close your eyes and push through in an attempt to get it over with and suddenly the world explodes to life with noise.

A roaring courtyard unfolds before you, alive with the rustle and bustle of any active city. Huts line the open space in rows, and in the center of it all a fortress built of wood and stone. Smoke curls into the sky from dozens of fires as creatures of all shapes and sizes move freely through the courtyard. Not just species familiar to you, but also some you’ve never seen before. Voices mingle together in laughter, arguments, and casual conversation as life carries on around you blissfully unaware of you and Aurora. You stand now frozen beside the curly Felvarg as what unfurls before you leaves you speechless. What the hell?

Objective:

Depict or write your Character within the hidden settlement that is concealed deep within Niflheim’s forest. Shrouded huts and towering structures wrap around a rather lively courtyard. Light from many flickering flames dance across packed snow and worn stone paths. As night settles over the icy city, a grand bonfire is lit at the courtyard’s center. Its flames burn an unnatural shade of blue, laced with magic that twists ominously as it rises into the cold night air. Beneath those dancing blue flames, seek out Grimara and finally learn the truth behind Aurora’s desperate journey. Be mindful you must include Grimara in your submission.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Hexed Hide, 2x Missing Page: Restoring Niflheim, 1x Lightly Toasted Felbun, 1x Vial of Modification*, 1x Joker*
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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
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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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