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November 1st, 2025 - January 31st, 2026 11:59PM IST

Chasing Shadows

You wasted no time making your way to Haldor’s Pass. When you got there, you followed the pull of Freyja’s presence to the best of your ability. No matter how far you climbed, you couldn’t find her. The mountain was far too quiet, quieter than normal even. No wind, no birds, nothing but your own pawsteps crunching through the snow. Dusk settled in rather fast, painting everything in heavy ominous shadows that made it difficult to see more than a few lengths in front of you.

After what felt like hours of searching for Freyja you happened upon something alarming. Blood. At first it was nothing more than a smear in the blanket of snow, then more, dragged along jagged stones that pierced the mountainside. Your stomach tightened as you followed it into the narrowing pass. A figure up ahead shifting in the underbrush caused you to hunker down and observe from a safe distance.

It was Ulfr, he was half lost to the low light, but you could just make out enough of his features to identify him. He was alone at first, but appeared to be looking for someone. Just as you considered stepping out and calling for him, another figure surfaced from the shadows. A shape you couldn’t fully make out, cloaked in long silks that shielded their face, slipped the very tome Freyja and you were searching for into the welcoming arms of Ulfr. Just as quickly as the figure surfaced, they disappeared back into the darkness of the underbrush.

Ulfr turned the tome over once, and then twice, almost as if he was contemplating something weighing heavy on his mind. He was about to tuck it away when you watched him hesitate, the tome slipped half way inside his satchel, tight within his grip. Curiously he allowed one paw to slide over the spine before he opened the tome wide. The reaction that followed was sharp and immediate.

A violent purple vortex lashed out from the pages angrily, swallowing him whole in spirals of light and wind. Snow lifted off of the ground, dancing in violent circles around both him and the tome. You burst forward in an attempt to help him, but the vortex was so violent it knocked you over. Fighting against it you clambered back to all fours and pressed closer to Ulfr, and when you were close enough to the tome you leapt upon it and slammed the tome shut against the wintery forest floor. It was at this point Ulfr dropped to the ground hard, the whirlwind of chaos coming to a screaming halt.

You approached Ulfr cautiously, an attempt to check if he was alright. Only he snapped awake with a snarl and lunged at you angrily. You stumbled backwards, taken by surprise, his snap mere inches from your face. It was at this moment you digested how wrong his eyes were, they were wild with fury, unfocused. He said nothing, and he didn’t seem to recognize you. After a few seconds of silence and confusion, and a wave of tense hesitation, Ulfr bolted into the trees, crashing through the underbrush until it slowly faded back into silence.

Grounding yourself was difficult, you weren’t sure what you just witnessed but the silence you found yourself in was short lived. Freyja burst out of the underbrush in the opposite direction, she was running so fast she nearly collided with you. “Oh thank the gods—it’s you.” She was shaking. “Everything’s a disaster. Fenrir followed me up here. I don’t think he knows it’s me, but he thinks he’s close to finding whoever betrayed him. We have to leave.” Fenrir’s shout rolled down the mountainside in the direction Freyja had just come from a moment ago. It was loud and close.

Without hesitation you and Freyja turned and bolted off into the forest. The two of you tore through the pass in the dark, stumbling over rocks and snow until your legs burned and the only sound behind you now was your own ragged breathing. Eventually the two of you found a ledge, a steep cliff behind you, and a small clearing in front. This was where Freyja forced together a fire with shaking paws.

“We can’t move in the dark,” she muttered. “Not up here. Not like this. One of us will need to stay awake, but we need to rest while we can.” You insisted she get some rest, she was clearly nervous and exhausted. No sooner did Freyja curl up against the fire, back to you, she fell into a soft slumber. Even in her sleep you watched her quake. You watched over her for some time, but exhaustion crept up upon you slow and heavy, and eventually your head lowered to your front legs as you fell into a slumber of your own.

Just as you settled into a deeper sleep a similar dream took the shape of a vision you once had. Freyja’s body hanging broken over Fenrir’s lifeless body. Ulfr and Bjorn fighting nearby as Ylva pleaded for them to make peace. The tomes glowing like scattered embers as they spiraled around the vision as it unfolded. The entire scene collapsed in on itself, causing you to jolt awake with your heart in your throat. Only when you opened your eyes, the fire was low, and Freyja was nowhere to be found.

It only took a moment for you to make sense of what was happening. Everything lined up all at once; Haldor’s Pass, Fenrir’s presence, Ulfr opening the tome, the blood trail, your vision. You already knew what was coming. The only question now was whether you could stop it in time or not.

Objective:

Depict or write your Character waking beside the dying campfire to find Freyja missing, dawn barely breaking over the cliffs. Capture the panic or realization as everything clicks into place. Haldor’s Pass, Ulfr’s corruption, and the vision you had coming to pass.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Hawk Egg, 1x Festive Lantern, 1x Mixed Flower Seeds, 1x Rune of Bountiful Berries*, 10x Flora

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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*

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12/03/2025 - 01/02/2026 | 11:59:59PM IST

Fern

You squint your eyes against the sunlight as it reflects off of the freshly fallen snow. You place your paws in a calculator manor, careful as to not break the soft surface. You shuddered, not daring to think about how deep it went and as a result, how a pelt clumped in snow would feel should you fall through. You stop to sniff the occasional berry, carefully plucking stems full of the ripe, juicy morsels with a gentle nip of your front teeth. Before long, you had a satchel full of berries of all kinds of varieties, perfect to paw deliver to the local bakeries as they prepare for the influx of warm pastry orders. The world around you held a gentle silence, aside from the birdsong here and there as they flew from branch to branch upon the great oaks. With each flutter of their wings, small tufts of snow fell onto your coat, spraying flurries as they collided with your fur. Just as you crest a rise in the hill, you find yourself standing with a stunning view of the landscape below. You had wandered your way to the craggy cliffs, a summit that hosted a haven for all kinds of berries.

As you take a deep breath, you hear a beautiful bugle sound nearby. This wasn’t just any bugle, but the call of winter itself, Fern. Flicking your ears, you take notice of the subtle frustration that edged his cry. You cautiously walk the edge of the cliff until you happen upon the reindeer, his fur frosty as plumes of cold mist poured from his icy antlers. You watched in amusement as the stag stamped his hooves and snorted, a clear sign of annoyance. You look around, to find what once was a berry bush picked clean of its fruit. Upon closer inspection, you saw the juice of these succulent berries at the corners of Fern’s lips. It clicked, Fern wanted more of these berries, but not a moment too soon as Fern cried once again and threw his head, showing the tines of his antlers. He was pointing to the cliff edge, and with another stamp of his hoof, urged you to look.

There dangerously out of reach on the cliffside was a particular berry bush, the ripe fruit matching the same violet color that stained Ferns maw. You pin your ears back and stare at Fern in utter disbelief. He held his gaze on you expectantly. Surely he would take any berry? You quickly pulled out your satchel overflowing with your freshly picked berries and pushed a great many pawfuls in Ferns direction. Fern scooped up the berries within his mouth, your chest sighing with relief, until you watched the beast fling them over the cliff edge. Those would simply not do, it was clear he would not tolerate anything short of those specific berries. The glint of indignation sparkling in his eyes was enough to tell you as such, let alone your berries that were now a pile of mush below. With one last snort, Fern bowed his head, as if offering to help. You looked the beast up and down and wondered just how the two of you would manage, but alas, the King of Winter was not to be disappointed. The berries Fern wanted were in a spot most difficult to reach. You two will have to work together to devise a plan to obtain them safely, and preferably without dying in the process.

Objective:

Depict or write your character utilizing Fern in some way, to effectively help the two of you reach some berries Fern insists tastes better than the rest. The Peaks of Fenrir’s Incisor is frosted over this time of year but foliage still finds a way to force through the blanket of snow.

Reward:

1x Badge, 1x Berry Bush, 1x Pile of Snow, 1x Scroll of Mastery, 2x Mushrooms, 2x Flora, 50% Chance for 1x Stag Totem*

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2025-12-30 21:14:59

🌊January's Quest is Live!🌊

In Ulfrheim, the new year arrives with a tide of freezing rain and sunken pathways. You find yourself lost in the swelling waters of Lake Skaro, disoriented and alone. How will you navigate such a perilous storm, will you stand your ground or push into the storm and hope you survive?

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2025-12-27 23:13:42

Chapter 5, Phase 4 - Storybook

Response To: 'Chasing Shadows'

The rays of early morning sunshine rolled over Haldor’s Pass in layers of scattered gold.They spilled out and across the rolling hills, washing over the blanket of snow beneath your paws in various shades of apricot and lavender. Light dappled delicately against the forest floor, laced against every pine needle and stone alike. With your nose pressed firmly to the ground, you searched for Freyja’s scent where the dying campfire laid barren now. It was faint, meaning she had left some time ago, but it was still there, muddled in with the scent of ash and winter, trailing just north of where the two of you had set up camp. You had only just made out the shapes of her pawprints in the snow when voices cut through Haldor’s morning hush.

The voices were not peaceful, not in the slightest. Tension weighed heavy in the air as if to be a storm that hadn’t decided whether to break or roar on more violently. It was Bjorn and Ylva. At first you were confused, how could she be here? Even still you held back cautiously in the underbrush, listening to the conversation they exchanged.

“He’s not himself,” Ylva insisted, “Bjorn, listen to me. He is our brother.”

“This is foolish,” Bjorn snapped back. “We’re finished making excuses for him. What you are seeing is Ulfr as Ulfr, raw and unfiltered.”

Ylva’s ears pinned back tightly against her skull, uncertainty flashing across her expression, “You know that’s not true. It’s dark magic. Hel said so. We can trust her.”

When Ylva spoke Hel’s name, Bjorn’s hackles lifted like he’d been struck by lightning. “Hel,” he growled. “You’re surrounded by corruption. If you remain in this cycle, it will corrupt even you.”

Ylva flinched as if the words Bjorn had spoken had teeth, as though they reached out and snapped at her. “You’ve forgotten the way of forgiveness, Bjorn,” she said, voice trembling now with hurt, “And it will leave you cold. Cold and alone.” She regretted them the moment they left her muzzle, but she couldn’t take them back.

Bjorn didn’t answer. He only stared at her like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard, then he turned and vanished into the trees. Frustration in every stride as Ylva took a few pawsteps towards him nervously reaching. You stepped out from the underbrush now as Ylva snapped back to reality. She wiped her face quickly, trying to pretend she hadn’t been crying, but her eyes gave her away when she noticed you. Clearly deprived of rest and pained by something.

“Judgment,” she whispered, hurt, “They all wish to cast judgment.”

Ylva drifted to the cliff’s edge now and stared out towards Skalaness, the hills rolling away beneath the morning light as it attempted to wash away Ylva’s sorrow. “They speak of forgiveness like it belongs to everyone… until it doesn’t suit the verdict they’ve already chosen. Then it’s animosity instead.” She could feel her throat tense up, choking back even more tears, “Have they not learned death is not the way? Have they not learned from the moment that tore us all-”

“Stop whining, girl.” Another voice, somewhat unfamiliar, sliced through the treeline now. Skorgrim stepped from the shadows, gaze hard as stone. He sized you up with open disrespect as he passed, before fixating on Ylva. “As if you know what it means to struggle. As if you know no love, no compassion, no kindness.”

“You cast judgment and weigh assumption on what you know not,” Ylva shot back without hesitation, pride washed over her as she lifted her head higher now to make it clear she wasn’t scared of the creature standing before.

Skorgrim’s lip curled up in agitation. He surged forward, words spitting as he closed the gap between them rather quickly. “Says the bitch in Fenrir’s Shadow.”

Instinctively you released a low growl, allowing it to rise deep from within your chest. Skorgrim’s gaze snapped to you, clearly unimpressed before responding to Ylva, “Not allfel walk the righteous path you walk,” he muttered, clearly angered by you both, “Some of us were born of hatred. Meant to kill.” Ylva’s expression flicked to confusion, then dread.

“Your precious Ulfr will do just that,” Skorgrim continued now, “He will be the sheep Oracle needs. Seeing as I failed him.”

Skorgrim turned now and brushed past you, the two of you paused shoulder to shoulder for a moment as he whispered words he could only hope would start a fight, “All bark, no bite.” You looked to Ylva as Skorgrim continued on and took his leave, disappearing into the forest once more. Neither you nor Ylva understood who Skorgrim was, not yet. But when you told Ylva about the tome, about the purple vortex and Ulfr’s eyes when he lunged at you, her posture changed. She appeared panicked as she digested every word. Together, the two of you turned north, following Freyja’s trail deeper into Haldor’s Pass. Ylva said very little on the way, lost in her thoughts, and all you could do was stay beside her, even as you heard her sniffle from time to time.

The peace you two shared upon the blanket of white was very quickly disrupted again. A commotion rose through the trees, the two of you breaking into a trot to see what was happening ahead. Through the branches you caught sight of Ulfr and Fenrir, face to face, their posture rigid and laced with fury. Ulfr’s voice was a mess of nonsense and broken words, words nofel could fully make out. Fenrir’s voice, however, was crystal clear.

“You are no son of mine.”

What followed was an eruption. Fur flying as they slammed into the forest floor, sending earth and snow alike flinging in every direction surrounding them. Ylva screamed at them to stop, pleading, trying to wedge herself between them, but they crashed into her in a blind fury without regard. Fenrir twisted towards her, alarmed, and in that moment Ulfr scrambled to all fours and sprang upwards, sinking teeth deep into the Great Father’s neck. Fenrir roared. He bucked and spun, finally breaking free of Ulfr’s bite and sending him off into the distance with brute force. Ulfr hit the ground so hard he yowled. He scrambled to all fours and bolted straight through you, knocking into your shoulder and nearly sending you both over as he disappeared into the trees.

Fenrir’s howl quickly became something far uglier and unnatural. Black blood poured from the bite, staining his fur even darker somehow. Ylva rushed to his side, she was frantic, and when she looked up at you she didn’t need to speak words aloud for you to understand what she was asking of you. You spun immediately and made chase after Ulfr. You found him near a cliffside, heaving, a dark shroud pressing close around him as it threatened to consume him whole. He didn’t look as though he could be talked down. There was something in his eyes that wasn’t just rage. It was hurt, sharpened into something so far beyond repair. You barely had time to decide what to do before Ulfr turned and lunged at you. You prepared for impact but it never came.

Instead Bjorn intercepted. The two slammed together like brick walls as they slid over the cliffside and tumbled down in a tangle of claws and snarls. Your heart stopped for a moment as you raced to the edge of the drop, scanning left and right as you tried to track them as they scrambled downwards. A flicker of light in the treeline to your right caught your attention. A figure weaving between the trunks, and very quickly you could digest it was Hel. Impossible. You left her in Miðhafsey.

She sprinted towards you at full speed, gaze locked on yours as she thundered forward. Then she leapt without hesitation over the cliff, scaling down like she knew every crease. You stood frozen still at the edge, watching her drop to where Ulfr and Bjorn were scrapping. Hel whispered something under her breath, chest lifting and collapsing violently. In the middle of Ulfr’s next lunge, his body seized, then collapsed against the mountainside as if the strings to whatever controlled him had been severed. Limp. Breathing, but barely alive.

Bjorn stood over him, panting, eyes burning down on him like a blade forged in flames. One strike could end it all. One choice and it was his to make. Hel leapt between them, causing Bjorn to take a step backward in confusion. She shook her head left and right slowly. A warning, as if to draw a line in the snow that she dared him not to cross.

Bjorn’s disgust was immediate. “Birds of a feather,” he muttered. Casting judgment upon both her and Ulfr alike. Hel bared her teeth. This made Bjorn take one step closer to her, causing Hel to snap at the air in his direction, desperation laced with dread, “Don’t make me do it... Please.” Bjorn allowed his eyes to explore Hel from top to bottom, but a cry carried down from above snapped the two of them back into focus. It was Ylva and her sorrow surged through the forest raw and terrified. Bjorn didn’t hesitate. He turned and climbed, driven solely by Ylva’s plea for help. Even as he fell he clambered back on all fours and scrambled upward desperately. Alongside it a gut-wrenching cry from Freyja made your stomach drop.

Hel stayed behind. She turned to Ulfr, still nearly lifeless and spoke again. This time her words were meant only for him, but spoken only after an enchantment that eased his breathing and softened the tremor in his limbs. With her muzzle placed gently beside Ulfr’s ear Hel whispered, “May we both find a path forged only by our future,” Hel glanced up at you now as she paused, “and one that sees us free of our past.”

Ulfr’s eyes opened weakly, unfocused but in an attempt to be present, and only then did he give into the relief Hel offered him. His eyes collapsed closed as he fell into a peaceful slumber. All he could think about was the warmth the sun offered him, free of the rot, free of the pain. Free of whatever sorrow weighed so heavily on him that he might lose his way willingly into the dark of death. Here he rested, for the first time since he could remember. Here a kindness was offered to him that he would never forget, a debt he would never fully repay.

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Be mindful this phase of Storybook concludes on 12/30/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

2025-12-24 04:52:18

As of 4:49am on Christmas Eve, the Hearthlight has reached its Overall BONUS Goal.
Tier III — The Hearth’s Embrace — is now fully stocked.

Hel is grateful for the efforts poured into the Hearthlight. Contributions will remain open for the remainder of Feltide, and once the season draws to a close, she will bestow rewards to all who contributed within each tier, along with the reveal of her bonus prize.

Safe travels, friend and Happy Feltide.

2025-12-03 19:54:09

🍒December's Beast Hunt is Live!🍒

After a bugle sounds at the Peaks of Fenrir's Incisor, you quickly find yourself near the cliff edge with a very disgruntled Fern. Although you are surrounded by a plethora of berries, Fern only wants a particular type of berry. Peering over the edge of the cliff, Fern urges you onward to pluck a few precious berries that were anywhere but safe. You two will have to work together to devise a plan to obtain them safely, and preferably without dying in the process.

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2025-11-28 20:17:46

🌌The Next Phase of Storybook is Live!🌌

Your search for Freyja leads you into the fading light of Haldor’s Pass. But instead of her, you stumble upon Ulfr… and what happens next makes for an interesting turn of events.

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