01/01/2026 - 01/31/2026 | 11:59:59PM IST

Hel’s Last Light

It took you a moment to reach the cries that tore through the Pass of Heidrun. You forced your figure through the underbrush, the branches ripping at your coat, when the scene unfolded before you. Hel and Ylva collided into one another, their embrace tight, as if letting go would break them forever.

“I’m here, love,” Hel murmured, her voice low and softer than mostfel might ever hear it. Ylva buried her face even deeper into Hel’s mane now, shaking still.

“Ulfr?” Ylva asked, her words cracking with fear.

“Resting nearby,” Hel answered without hesitation, “He’s alive.”

The tension built within Ylva’s chest finally gave her some relief, her knees nearly buckled beneath it. “Bjorn?” she asked again, fear creeping back in.

Hel hesitated. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure.”

Your gaze shifted now beyond Ylva and Hel. Freyja lay draped over Fenrir’s massive form as he gasped desperately for air, black spilling freely from the wound at his neck as it pooled beneath him steadily. She looked up when she sensed you, eyes locking first with Hel, and then you. Each and every glance was a plea, a plea laced in horror.

“Please,” Freyja sobbed, her voice breaking through the silence. “Don’t leave me again, not now.” Freyja’s words were tangled as her entire body trembled. “I got the books. I found them all. I found the books, please.” She pressed her forehead to Fenrir’s now. “I need you. She needs you. Please.”

She? Hel glanced briefly in your direction, then back to Freyja without turning her head. Ylva struggled to watch, turning her face into Hel’s mane again and again every time she tried to look at Freyja. Her grief caused Ylva to break into tears as she tried to choke them back.

“Is he going to die?” Ylva cried out, her voice muffled between each sob. Hel didn’t answer right away, the energy surrounding the entire moment as it unraveled causing her to blank. “Hel,” Ylva begged.

Hel finally stepped back so the two stood face to face. “I can save him,” she insisted with uncertainty. “But you won’t like how I have to do it.”

Ylva’s expression twisted with a dread only Hel could truly understand. “What do you mean?”

Hel refused to explain. Instead, she turned and trotted towards you. “My friend,” Hel spoke softly as she paused to look to Ylva, “forgive me, but I need yet another favor from you.” She moved to Fenrir’s side now, Freyja had still been lingering there, unwilling to leave him try as Hel might to encourage her to step aside. You carefully followed Hel, nervous now as you could witness both Freyja and Fenrir up close. When your eyes met Freyja’s again, your breath was caught in your chest. There it was… the same look you had seen in your vision, only now in the flesh. Hurt so deep it burned to touch. Fury roared through her glare, sharp enough to kill, as if part of her had blamed you.

“Freyja, please,” Hel said gently in an attempt to soothe her.

Finally Freyja backed away slowly, sobbing in a way you had never heard from her before, completely shattered and beyond composure. Hel turned her head so that no one could read her lips, addressing only you now, “I can fix him, I think,” she whispered. “With magics we should not be dabbling in.” Fenrir groaned, his body still convulsing from time to time. “Like all magic it will come at a cost. There will be a moment when there is a flash of light, blue in color. When it comes, I need you to reach out and grab hold of me.”

Hel swallowed hard, you’d never seen her this nervous before. “It may very well claim me,” she admitted hesitantly, “And I would understand if you chose to let me burn instead.”

Before you could answer, Hel stepped into place and began to chant something under her breath. Once. Twice. Three times now. Within mere seconds the sky roared to life, answering her call as though the two were mortal enemies and lovers at the same time. Thunder rolled in overhead as clouds churned with fury. Fenrir convulsed even worse, thrashing and kicking as if something was being torn from his very soul. “You’re hurting him—STOP!” Freyja screamed, trying to press against the storm towards the three of you. Ylva intercepted her, holding her back as best she could as the storm somehow intensified.

Hel’s eyes met Ylva’s across the chaos and corruption, black bleeding into them as wind whipped at her coat wildly. Ylva shook her head, tears streaming down her own face and now both Ylva and Freyja fought the gravity of the storm as they tried to close the gap between the two of you.

“I love you,” Hel mouthed one last time before the darkness consumed not just Fenrir, but you and Hel as well. The surrounding mountains and forest darkened as black poured from Fenrir’s body in violent waves, his screams washed away by thunder. Freyja’s voice still carried through the storm, raw with terror and heartbreak.

Hel looked to you one last time. The sorrow in her expression struck you so deeply it hollowed your chest entirely. Something about her expression only grew even more horrific as her eyes and features began to droop. As the final words left her lips the storm peaked overhead. A blinding flash of blue light burst through the pass, knocking nearly everyone over as it threatened to batter them. You would have a split second, a mere moment to decide if Hel was worth the risk. Reach out and ground her now, which could risk your own life. Or let Hel burn.

Objective:

Depict or write your Character at the center of a violent storm with Hel, on the peaks of Haldor’s Pass. Reach out and touch her, or let her burn, the choice is yours. Please make your decision clear in your entry, as your contribution to Storybook has crucial results to Hel’s fate.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Empty Vial, 3x Kryptonite Crystal*, 1x Title: Prophet*, 1x Essence of Trickery, 25% Chance for 1x Bjorn’s Mercy*

01/01/2026 - 01/31/2026 | 11:59:59PM IST

When Waters Rise

The new year does not arrive gently in Ulfrheim. A vicious freezing rain lashes out at the land without mercy nor pause, turning packed snow to slush and mud. Anyfel who walks through the violent storm will find themselves soaked through to the bone, a chill locked deep within them that they struggle to shake. Every year, the pounding rainfall strikes fear into the hearts of the many creatures that reside here, flooding rivers and lakes alike until they swell beyond what their banks can hold. While every Lake nestled within Ulfrheim is punished by the storms, Lake Skaro becomes the most difficult and dangerous to traverse. The furious sheets of rain make the lake more dangerous than ever, flooding the marshlands nearby and wreaking havoc on the environment. What was once a familiar shoreline becomes a shifting maze of debris, broken branches, and paths that are half-submerged.

The storms strike without warning, taking mostfel by surprise, and you’re one of the ones unlucky enough to be nearby when this one hits Skaro with a punishing force. One moment, the birds are singing and flitting through the trees, golden shafts of sunlight peeking through woven branches. In the next, the sky grows dark overhead and fat raindrops begin to fall, rolling down tree trunks and over the curves of the leaves that were brave enough to survive the many previous storms. Lightning cracks the sky wide open as it strikes somewhere nearby, the scent of ozone sharp in the air, and you quickly become disoriented as the world turns dark immediately around you. You know you’re close to Lake Skaro, but it’s difficult to discern where exactly - what path can you take to get to safety, or will you turn to walk directly into the lake’s embrace? You can’t be sure.

As the storm picks up, the rain turns quickly into thick sheets that further obscure your vision. The wind begins to gust, pushing against you with an insistence you can feel in your fur like a paw shoving at your shoulders from every direction. As you stand your ground and lean into the buffeting wind and rain, you can feel water lapping up over your paws, rising higher with every second against your ankles. It’s clear to you what’s happening - the Lake is beginning to flood, and soon enough you’ll be washed away with everything else around you if you stay as you are. With no true guidance as to what to do or a clear vision of anything around you, you must make a choice: will you let the rain wash you away, or will you find the strength to push forward and find safety?

Objective:

Depict or write your character navigating the frigid and violent rainfall that strikes Ulfrheim in the new year, causing Lake Skaro to flood. Show them braving treacherous waters, rescuing a stranded creature, or helping somefel reach higher ground.

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 1x Imbued Lure, 1x Waterlogged Goods, 3x Mushrooms, 1x 50% Chance at 1x Background Kit: Stormy Pass*

01/03/2026 - 02/02/2026 | 11:59:59PM IST

Eir

Recent traces suggest Eir has been moving again, though cautiously given his timid nature. Patches of early growth have been found where snow should still linger, and a pawful of pale blue butterflies were seen drifting through the lowlands before vanishing into the trees. The signs are faint, scattered, and easy to miss; but unmistakable to those who remember the stories that were once spoken across the flickering flames of many campfires.

Eir is resting somewhere on the island, wary and withdrawn. Too much noise, too many pawsteps, or careless pursuit may drive him deeper into hiding, delaying spring as a result. Those who wish to help must move with patience, proving that Ulfrheim is still a place of safety. Everyfel is encouraged to aid Eir indirectly. This is not a creature to be chased or cornered. Eir, while friendly, is delicate.

Possible acts include leaving offerings of seeds and flora along quiet paths with Eir observing in the distance, clearing fallen debris from narrow forest passages so Eir may pass safely, or even standing watch to keep others from disturbing Eir while he is at rest. Some may choose to follow the appearance of the blue butterflies, stopping short of Eir himself, ensuring the land around him remains calm and undisturbed.

Those who encounter him directly should do so without sudden movement or raised voices. Allow Eir to decide the distance the two of you share. Showing restraint, taking a more submissive position, or simply sharing the space without expectation may be enough to calm his unease and welcome friendly interaction. Any form of aggression, trapping, or attempts to force his presence could be detrimental to his presence in the future, and equally punish Ulfrheim’s natural seasonal cycle. Eir’s trust is fragile, and once broken, may not be restored so easily. The fate of spring relies on Eir comfortably navigating Ulfrheim. Sharing in a space he feels safe and welcome to do his part.

Objective:

Depict or write your character taking a quiet action to protect, soothe, or support Eir during his time of rest, spring quickly approaching. This may be through offerings, taking care of Eir's comfort, gentle observation, or ensuring his safety from afar. Focus on patience, respect, and the understanding that help does not always require closeness nor touch.

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 3x Mushrooms, 3x Flora, 1x Basket of Blueberries, 1x Fresh Fertilizer