04/12/2025 - 05/013/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Talebearing Treachery

You’re standing on the edge of Ulfrheim, and given the circumstances it feels like the edge of the earth. Hongerige is crashing violently behind you, so to turn and flee into its cold blue icy grip would be a mistake. Esme is laid beside you on the shoreline unconscious and weak, you manage to free yourself from those pursuing you within The Great Maw by leaping down into Hongerige but after breaking free of one problem you stumble upon another. You peer into the shadows as dark and ominous figures approach, you look to Esme with concern but she is nearly lifeless. The chill of night paired with the salty water your coat retained from Hongerige has a chill crawling down your spine, its icy bite is painful.

“Well that’s just unfortunate.” A voice calls out to you as it snakes close enough for the moonlight to illuminate its face, It’s Oracle and he brought company. You twitch your lip uncomfortably as you prepare yourself for what right now feels like the inevitable. “You’ve got spirit, kid.” Oracle declares as he chuckles in a condescending tone, he is pacing the shoreline now as he shakes his head with a ‘tsk, tsk, tsk.’ You weigh out your options, which are limited. You can flee into the woods but that would likely mean death for Esme, you could stand your ground and fight Oracle but what use would that do you’re outnumbered and wanted at this point. “Or you could indulge what it is I want from you, and you and Esme here can be on your way.”

You’re taken aback as you retreat backwards, Hongerige crashing into your back paws reminding you of the trap you’ve somehow managed to spring. You glance back but only for a moment before narrowing your gaze upon Oracle curiously. He can hear your thoughts? Is that possible? Or could he simply see you considering your options within your gaze as you canvassed your surroundings. “You have something I want, no.. something I need.” Oracle stops pacing now to face you, his minions close in each lowering their heads menacingly which causes your fur to stand on edge. “Join me, Fenrir’s reign is coming to an end, choose the winning side.” Oracle approaches you now with purpose as you snarl and bare your teeth demanding space. Oracle freezes and quickly halts his minions who were ready to engage with such an action from you. You do your best to make a decision in the heat of the moment as the discomfort swells. Oracle’s blues and oranges slice through the night as they burn into you.

This would truly mean betraying Fenrir, not for the right reasons but with ill intention. It will change your path forever. With limited options it’s only rational of you to have considered the possibilities of the decision you had to make. Oracle smirked as his gaze clouded over in satisfaction, “With those books we can do great things together.” As you take a step forward you’re interrupted by shouts further north, It’s Freyja and she is quickly approaching with half a dozen other alphas at her command, as they crash through the underbrush and are face to face with you, Oracle and his minions a standoff begins.

Freyja’s expression when she finds you with Oracle is one of disappointment and confusion. A soft spoken voice cuts through the low grumbles being exchanged and it captures your attention, it’s Esme and she's alive. The words were muffled as you tilt your head in confusion and ask her to repeat herself. Esme scrambles carefully picking up her own weight on her two front paws as she shakes weakly and repeats herself, “De—clare… S–ancutary.” Her words are so weak and withdrawn but she repeats them as many times as it takes for you to hear her.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg standing behind Oracle, having made your choice to forfeit the books to him, and ultimately betraying Fenrir and every alpha on Ulfrheim. Be mindful if you do this Fenrir will remember your betrayal.

-or-

Depict or write your Felvarg stood within the safety of Norn’s Weave in Helvalla, a stone laced village under the protection of Aurora and Nimh. This will give you the time you need to explain your situation to Aurora and devise a plan to redeem yourself with Fenrir and Freyja.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 3x Mushrooms, 3x Rune Coins, 3x Felpoints, 50% Chance for 1x Helvallian: Guide to Survival*, 1x Title: Sanctuary Seeker*

Optional:

Have you completed every phase in Chapter 4 of Storybook? Alongside the rewards for this phase be awarded the following: 1,000 Felcredits, 1x Exclusive Achievement, 1x Blanket of Shadows, 1x Embellished Strongbox

04/04/2025 - 04/18/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Cloudburst Peace

The smell is unmistakable. The cool, earthy, almost metallic aroma of rain rides in on a breeze like a soft promise, stirring everyfel with anticipation. It lingers in the air, gentle and refreshing as Felvargs far and wide begin their own preparations. No matter where you are or how far your journey has led you, the rain will come. Everyfel, in their own way, takes a moment to breathe in the cool damp scent and welcome the approaching storm. As the first drops begin to fall, it gently taps against your muzzle, cool to the touch. As the rain picks up, the world around you begins to relax. The ground soaks up each drop hungrily and the trees sway in celebration. There is no fury to this storm, however, just a gentle sigh of relief. The stillness of the spring shower sets your mind at ease as a gentle reminder that there is beauty to be found in the quiet moments. Your thoughts begin to wander as time seemingly stops, giving you a chance to simply be. Perhaps you take this moment to reflect on memories of your past or turn your thoughts to future challenges or unknowns that lie ahead. Like the rain, life can be unpredictable. Sometimes it can be gentle and free-flowing or it can be fierce and destructive but mostly, it is temporary. Regardless of where your journey takes you, the rain comes for us all. It soaks the ground beneath your paws and washes a sense of tranquility over your soul.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg as they take a moment to ride out the storm in their own way.

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 1x Elixir of Time, 1x Soggy Leaves, 1x Healing Salve, 1x Sprig of Lavender, 1x Favor of Nimh (Unique)

04/04/2025 - 05/02/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Eir

The forest of Melrakki hummed with the gentle song of spring from birds chattering in the treetops. A cool breeze carries on it the sweet scent of freshly bloomed flowers while the sunlight overhead gently spills through the canopy casting speckles of light that dance across the forest floor. It was the type of afternoon that felt like it could last forever until a series of grunts and bellows abruptly disturbed the peace as it reverberated throughout the forest. Following the calls, you find yourself face to face with the gentle giant at the mouth of Jotunhause. Eir beckons you to follow as he slowly enters the cave. The sounds of the forest gently fade, replaced by the lone hollow clattering of Eir’s hooves on the stone floor. As you venture further in, darkness presses in around you and the air grows stale with the scent of damp moss. The only light that survived was the soft ethereal glow of the ancient runes painted upon Eir’s pelt and they guide you through the twists and turns of the cavern.

The path felt never ending and you began to question if even Eir himself knew where he was going when suddenly the corridor opened up. You squint as the sudden appearance of sunlight filtering in through the cracks in the ceiling above stung your eyes, blinding you for a brief moment. Slowly, and through panicked blinking, the lush cavern came into focus. Before you, a mixture of ferns, ivy, and moss covered the ground. Insects chirped and fluttered about making the hollow feel alive. A small pond sat in its center, still and reflective, untouched for who knows how long. The walls are covered in paintings of ancient runes and intricate scenes depicting those who had visited before. The air smelled of sodden wood and fresh flora which proved refreshing to your lungs as you inhaled deeply and immediately felt at peace. You felt a calm energy surge through your pelt. You closed your eyes as a memory came to your mind.

You had heard of this cavern once in passing, stories of old passed down for generations of the tales of the sacred cave that held history that was numb to time. It is said only Eir himself can locate this cave and the only Felvargs who have been lucky enough to lay eyes upon it were those who were chosen and guided by the light of his runes. It was fabled to bring good fortune to the season to come should you contribute your own painting to the walls. Your prick your ears as you feel the air from a snort bring you back to the present.

Eir stands firm before you, his eyes studying your every movement as he patiently waits. At his hooves sat several hollowed stones that were filled with vibrant pigments made from crushed minerals and plants. As you dip your brush into the paint, you consider what this moment might mean. What message do you hope to impress upon these walls? What symbol calls to you?

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg helping Eir bring good fortune to this season by adding their mark to the wall of this sacred cave. What do they paint?

Reward:

1x Badge, 1x Geode, 1x Pawpaints, 1x Rune of Companionship, 1x Basket of Blueberries, 2x Mushroom, and 3x Rune Coins -or- 3x Felpoints (50/50)