01/15/2024 - 02/16/2024 | 11:59:59PM IST
Eosteric Energy
Fenrir approaches the steel laced wooden door of The Broken Wheel. This very ale house nestled deep within Hearth is known as one of its oldest establishments, and it locks its doors as dusk draws on to carry out questionable activities. Mostfel would need traverse behind and knock 5 times to gain access to the brothel's many curious happenings and in a particular pattern to levy results. The Great Father however? Well rules need not apply. “We’re closed!” A female's voice could be heard in a scolding nature as she cracked the door shadily. Her tune immediately changed when she would find Fenrir standing before her unamused expression plastered on his face. Almost immediately she fumbled over the locks on the door, attempting to open it faster than her paws would allow her, “Just a moment!” She would call out not once or twice, but three times as she struggled nervously. Fenrir glanced back at you with a soft grin on his face, with it he would shake his head left and right slowly. Eventually the barkeep would reveal the dim lit room and the sound of crackling wood from a nearby fire as she pinned her ears back apologetically. “My sincerest Apologies, Sir.” Fenrir would nod in her direction before motioning you to enter first.
What appeared to be a closed establishment from the outside, once inside revealed Hearth’s nightlife. A single Felvarg rolling her figure across the bar in singsong as many otherfel roar in excitement interrupts the silence the streets of Hearth held dear. It was fleeting as the barkeep looked left and right outside before she slammed the door shut behind both you and Fenrir and the silence befell the village once more. Chaos unraveled within as drunken Felvarg down pint after pint, tables lined with poker and smoke from those with pipes danced thick in the air. Fenrir pays them no mind as he continues onward through the brothel to a door that was shielded by darkness, dimly lit in the corner. He enters first and you follow. Once inside the ambiance changes. The trinity, alongside various other alphas are in deep conversation around a round table. They all fall silent as Fenrir approaches. “It’s him.” He speaks as the whispers begin. You can only assume by him Fenrir is speaking of Oracle and clearly everyone in the room understood who Fenrir was referring to as they spoke concerns aloud.
A firm and sharp voice slices through the gossip rendering the room speechless, “Infinis.” Everyone now turns their attention to an uncharacteristic Ylva, most confused but some expressing concern between one another quietly. Fenrir narrows his eyes at Ylva, confused how she would even know such a word. She interrupted the silence, “Hel spoke of an incantation Infinis has confided upon her in seek of guidance.” Fenrir’s expression tenses as Ylva speaks Hel’s name. Freyja who was nestled beside Fenrir injects, “Infinis, this is dark magic you speak of.” Ylva turns her head to her shoulder for a moment to collect herself before she responds, “Yes but it’s a binding spell, Infinis uses esoteric energy from various elements to bind a soul.” Freyja looks to Fenrir now with concern. Fenrir breaks his gaze and returns it to Ylva, “Why has Hel shared such a thing with you?” His words have a hint of agitation. “We share everything.” Ylva brazenly responded with confidence.
Ylva now cuts through the crowd as she makes her way towards Fenrir, “If I asked Hel, I’m sure she would explore Infinis’s encantation. Perhaps this binding spell could be of use. Oracle is Oracle afterall, he will not be contained by simply asking him politely. He will use magic. Dark magic.” The room grows ever tense as Ylva continues to speak, “We must counter magic with magic, no?” Uhma who has been sitting quietly observing the conversation finally injects, “Infinis was a dark soul, Ylva, dark and so very lost.” This much was true, everyfel who knew of Infinis could confirm. Ylva nods in agreement, “Yes, and this very incantation he was exploring was done so with intention to capture and bind the soul of our very own Ulfr.” Ylva speaks as she looks to the many concerned faces in the crowd, Ulfr who had been one of them grunted irritably, “Failed attempt.” He would correct her sharply.
Ursa clears her throat to capture the attention of the room, “Failed is correct, the spell backfired and bound Infinis himself. As clever as such an incantation would be, as ever interesting as it might seem to explore it. I care not to find myself or Uhma in such a position.” Ylva shifted her gaze to the walls for a moment before speaking, “I would never ask such a thing from either of you, but Hel, I believe Hel could successfully cast such a spell.” The conversation was washed away by various voices that now cast judgment on Hel and if she can be trusted. This continued until Fenrir’s word forced silence once more, “Enough!” Immediately and without hesitation the room falls silent, each Felvarg making eye contact with Fenrir in search of guidance. “Are you not worried it might backfire on her? Or of her intentions Ylva?” Freyja would ask with concern. Ylva shook her head without hesitation. “I trust her with my life, with every life in this room. In time I hope you all will trust her as I do. Even tonight she insists she not be here for the comfort of the very people who speak ill of her.” Ylva made note to glance at those who used a spoiled tongue upon Hel just moments ago. “She is the best spellcaster we know, fail to forget it was her words who saved us all. All of you.” Ylva glares out now in judgment.
Fenrir’s looks to Freyja, then to Ylva before he nods, “Clear the room.” Obediently everyfel makes haste to the main bar, but before you can leave Fenrir calls you back. He sends Ylva to fetch Hel and asks you stay close until the two return. Infanis? You know not of this word but Fenrir begins to tell you the tale while the two of you wait patiently. Before you both as you share a hot drink Fenrir lays a book, which he then opens to reveal various elements.
Objective:
Depict or write your Felvarg sitting within
The Broken Wheel in Hearth with both their beverage of choice and map with the following elements etched upon it. Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Death, Life, Shadow, Light, and Time.
Reward:
1,500 Felcredits,
1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge,
1x Long Lost Treasure,
1x Love Potion,
1x Berry Bush,
50% Chance for
1x Flask of Risk