10/21/2025 - 11/21/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Where the Waters Dream

Despite your best efforts, sleep on the shores of Miðhafsey proved near impossible. Even with you and Hel taking turns keeping watch, the eyes glimmering from the shadows made true rest feel impossible. While difficult, you did manage to doze eventually. The smell of cooked fish woke you from one nightmare right into another. Your stomach growled in protest, and when you opened your eyes you found Hel crouched over a small fire, tail flicking as she nudged a charred piece of fish towards you. “Breakfast,” she muttered, her expression washed over in exhaustion. Neither of you exchanged a great deal of conversation, but instead enjoyed a warm meal before setting off into Miðhafsey’s forest.

The deeper you went, the more the world seemed to close in on both you and Hel. The birch trees grew taller and waves thinned out. Every so often, a hiss broke from a nearby underbrush, followed by quick shuffling and then silence again. You lost count of how many times you heard something, spun, and found nothing. Hours must have passed when Hel abruptly halted, nearly causing the two of you to crash into one another. “Did you hear that?”

You blinked, listening for what Hel was referencing but you heard nothing in turn. Just the rush of distant waterfalls and the wind cutting through Miðhafsey’s trees. Before you could respond, Hel’s tone sharpened. “Hide.” You paused, clearly confused before Hel turned towards you angrily. “I said hide—now!” You barely had time to react before Hel turned and shoved you towards the underbrush. You scrambled inside, brambles tugging at your fur as you pressed down low to the forest floor. Through the narrow gap, you could see only Hel’s legs and the mist of the forest floor curling against them.

A new voice sliced through the clearing. It was smooth, cruel, and laced with mockery as it said, “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Hel. No Loki, though? How peculiar. Perhaps the rumors are true.” Within what felt like seconds the grove flooded with shapes. Nattnkatt. Dozens of them. Hel snarled, lowering her figure as the voice purred even closer to her.

“What do you want, Vessra?” Hel’s tone was cold, agitated, but the tension in her shoulders betrayed her uncertainty. The dark figure stepped forward. Black fur braided into long cords dragged through the moss as she paced around Hel, a wicked grin curling against her muzzle.

“What do I want?” Vessra repeated with a false innocence, placing a paw dramatically against her chest as if to have been offended. “Only what is rightfully mine, of course.”

Hel’s ears flicked back as she snapped, “Speak plainly.”

“You owe me a favor, or do you not remember our de—”

“Enough,” Hel interrupted her, cutting her off sharply as if she didn’t want Vessra to disclose anything to you she wasn’t ready to share. More secrets you thought to yourself, typical. “Tell me what you want and be gone, Vessra,” Hel concluded.

Vessra paused mid-step, her tail flicking. “You promised me a body,” she said softly, “And I intend to collect.” Vessra placed herself into an elegant seat before Hel now. “Fenrir will do nicely.”

Hel’s expression tensed as she scolded Vessra. “No!” Hel pinned her ears. “You’ll have to choose another favor,” she growled. “The terms of our deal have changed.”

Vessra’s eyes narrowed, clearly agitated. “The terms will be doing no such thing.”

Hel’s gaze hardened on her now, her tone shifted into something strange and cryptic. “Then continue walking until blue hugs Yggdrasil’s child. Step within the waves and find your way back where you once came.”

Vessra’s brow furrowed, “Stop speaking in riddles, child! I want what is rightfully owed to me!” For a moment, everything fell quiet, that was until—choas unfolded. Hel bolted forward abruptly, slamming her shoulder into Vessra as she darted into the birch woods. Vessra crashed over right in front of you, and as clear as day you could see the fury painted across her face before she scrambled back on all fours. Vessra spun, that same fury twisting her features. “Don’t just stand there!” she snapped at her followers, “Get her!”

The entire pack of Nattnkatt surged after Hel, vanishing into the silver washed forest with a chorus of hisses and snapping branches. You waited, heart pounding, until the last tail disappeared. When you finally crawled out from the underbrush you were alone. Hel’s words replayed in your mind as you explored Miðhafsey’s passages. Continue walking until blue hugs Yggdrasil’s child.

You followed the path as best you could, here time felt like it lost its meaning, every tree began to look the same. Just when the doubt began to settle in, a voice broke through the silence. “Going for another round?” You froze, eyes scanning the treetops. Nothing. “You’re looking for the tree of life, aren’t you?” the voice teased again, closer to you now. “Try taking a left this time.” You looked left when the voice chuckled and said, “Your other left.” A soft thump followed, and from the branches dropped a silvery pale Nattnkatt, no larger than a fox, its coat laced with hues of moonlight. It stretched lazily before meeting your gaze with bright and colorful curious eyes. “You’re not from here,” the natty twisted its head to one side, then the other. “You’re looking for Maeleanott, no?” it questioned. As you hesitated, the creature purred loudly, brushing against your legs now lovingly. “Come on then. I’ll show you.” Just as the creature took a few steps ahead of you it turned one last time. “You can call me Noctrix.”

With a flick of his tail Noctrix led you through the maze of birch trees until the two of you stood before a massive tree rising from a pool of mirrored water. A waterfall fell from the sky above, washing over the entire tree delicately. Its roots curled outward into the lake, forming bridges and paths that led into a passage inside its hulking form.

Yggdrasil’s child. The blue glow reflected against its base… blue hugging Yggdrasil’s child. Hel’s riddle.

“We part ways here,” Noctrix said, rubbing once more against your leg in a savory manner before vanishing into the darkness at a leisurely pace, never once looking back to see if you were watching. You crossed the shallow pool and stepped within the tree's entrance. Very quickly you happened upon a shrine, it was glowing softly and sending an array of colors dancing along the walls like spirits in motion. Hel’s words echoed in your mind. Find your way back where you once came. You stared down into the crystal pool before you. Of course. Back through the water.

You braced yourself as you plunged beneath the surface. Colors immediately erupted around you, swirls of violet, gold, and sapphire twisting alive like a galaxy right before your eyes. The deeper you swam, the more the current pulled you, spinning you through the endless sea of bursting lights. Just as your lungs burned and the darkness began to close in, a surface shimmered ahead. Breaking through, you gasped for air, violently flailing against the water’s grasp. Before you could ground yourself you were immediately presented with a rather disgruntled Ylva. Her expression was a storm of anger and disbelief. “Where is she?” she demanded, voice sharp. You’re short of breath as you try to explain that Hel wanted you to leave her behind. Ylva was having none of it, and before leaping into the portal behind you bravely and without hesitation, she turned, ears pinned. “I will deal with you later.” Once more you found yourself alone again, soggy, dripping wet, and caught between worlds and portals. With a shake of your head you admit defeat, it’s just another Monday.

Objective:

Depict or Write your character treading through the galaxy-lit waters. Around them, the current shimmers and breathes with hues of violet, gold, and blues twisting through the water’s darkest depths. Pushing forward, guided only by the faint light ahead, the safety of Helvalla just in sight.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Pristine Fishing Pole, 2x Kryptonite Crystal, 3x Redcurrants, 75% Chance at 1x Trait: Diver

11/18/2025 - 12/16/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Kindling Flames

With word quickly spreading of an event being hosted by Hel called The Hearthlight, many gather to aid in the efforts to assist the Yggdravixen for the winter to come. Determined to give the Yggdravixen the time and energy needed to recoup from their arrival, Hel calls out to any who are willing to contribute their supplies. A grand fire is not only lit at the heart of Norn’s Weave, but within the hearts of everyfel across the islands. Felvargs too had faced many challenges over the years, having become all too familiar with the feeling of an undetermined future. At the descent of the sun, they always had one another to support in recovering efforts, giving promise to a steady future. It was now time to pay that same generosity forward to the newest residents. With hope in your soul and a confident step of your paw, you waste no time in arriving at the grand gates that welcome you into Norn’s Weave.

As you pass the threshold into Norn’s Weave, you are politely greeted by a cluster of Yggdravixen who bow their heads in respect. You take notice of the eager flick of their tail, the spark that glitters in their eye, it was the same hope that you had seen many times before. It was the kindling that told you that this wasn’t the end of their story, it was only the beginning. As the scent of firewood floods your nostrils, you feel a chill in the air with a bitter breeze tugging at your coat. It sent chills down your spine, a daunting reminder of what is to come, a perilous winter with no mercy. With a gentle nudge, the Yggdravixen begin to guide you to a towering bonfire, the wood within illuminated with bright red embers, its roaring flames licking the sky high above. It shone bright and lit everyfel in a gentle orange hue, outlining their pelts in gold against the darkening sky. There you realize that you are one of the same; residents calling these islands home, each as deserving of a place in the world.

You prick your ears at the sound of Hel and begin to follow the source, soon finding her standing atop of a small platform just beneath the base of the bonfire. Her eyes spoke of great remorse, though her posture and heart were firm on mending the wounds of her grave mistakes. As you settle by the fire, subtle chatter floods the clearing. It grew in volume, washing out the crackle of the flames, anxiety and excitement prickling in the air. With a howl, Hel commanded the attention of those gathered. "No flame thrives alone," Hel shouts through the market stalls as Felvargs and alike begin to surround her, "Bring what warmth you can. Even the smallest of sparks can shelter the lost." Hel then pulled out a piece of parchment that had inscriptions carefully organized into lists. She places it firmly in your paw, then places her other paw atop to cup yours in a tight grasp. She held a hard, steady gaze. It was unwavering, no words needed to be spoken in that moment. You understood the importance of The Hearthlights' success.

Objective:

Depict or write your character hauling a satchel of overflowing goods as they make their way to Hel, delivering much needed supplies for the approaching violent winter. Hel awaits your arrival beside the towering bonfire at the heart of Norn’s Weave.

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 1x Light Hide 1x Medium Hide, 1x Heavy Hide, 1x Festive Lantern, 2x Aloe Vera, 1x Cornucopia, 1x Chest of Peace

Optional:

If your entry features a character owned by another player (and they are also receiving rewards), all participants will receive 1x Opal Pieces.

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

Heimdallr

After the sweltering heat of summer had faded out with a howl of relief, everyfel eagerly awaited the cool mornings and evenings that the winter season welcomed. As the weeks drew on, the cold hardly came. Paws shuffled and scraped around anxiously as standing still made most anyfels hackles prick uncomfortably. The first snow of which most await every year had not come. A mother gently nuzzling her pup talks of the winters when she was young where the snow piled higher than a Titan standing on its hind legs. Her voice was full of whimsy, yet calm sadness as she reminisced. Yggdravixen alike shook their heads in silent disappointment as they listened in. They themselves told tales of the winters they endured before coming back to join the residents of the islands. The once balanced world of Ulfrheim appeared to be changing, the seasons now unpredictable and vicious. You bow your own head, wondering when, or even if, winter would make its long awaited appearance.

A sudden rumble shook the very earth beneath your paws as a trumpet that roared in agony echoed down the crag. You crane your neck, looking for the source of such a sorrow filled sound. As adults calmly shooed pups and kits to a quieter spot, you step forward with a few other souls to watch the mountain peak ahead. With a shudder and an ear splitting crack, a chunk of ice and snow fell from the tops, spraying mist in its wake as it thundered its way down. You looked around bewildered, your eyes reflecting the disbelief of everyfel around you. “Those mountains always held their blanket of snow!” onefel yowled out in shock. You squint your eyes as you try to peer closer at the mountaintops. A brown figure wailed and thrashed, sending another deafening trumpet to echo down the terrain.

At the top stood Heimdallr, his golden tusked glinting against the dying sunlight behind him. His shadow cascaded down, looming over the peaks. The great beast itself seemed to share in the same distress, if not more. The Trinity spoke of this gentle beast with immense praise, he was to be handled with care and respect as his age outdates even them. The now melting snowcaps gave the beast discomfort, the heat proving to be too much for such a thick and dense coat. Quick on your paws, you start bolting towards the cliffs, dodging shards of ice as they rained down. As a refreshing whip of cool haze clouded, it dissipated too quickly to truly enjoy. Then a thought sparked in your mind — The Spine of Odin. It was known for its extreme cold, wind, and snow at any time of year. This could offer Heimdallr the relief he was seeking. As word spreads, news of a soft migration to aid in this treacherous journey across the mountains soon comes to fruition. Now eye to eye with Heimdallr, you share in the defeat and sorrow as the snow beneath your paws turns to soft mush, soaking to your coat.

Objective:

Depict or write your character guiding or otherwise leading Heimdallr to a more suitable resting place until autumn takes its leave, and winter surfaces. The beast will be very fascinated by his change of scenery, so it will be no easy task.

Reward:

1x Badge, 1x Essence of Devotion, 1x Blackmarket Map, 1x Wool, 75% Chance for 1x Cloak of Shadows*