09/09/2025 - 10/12/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Mangy Mongrel

You stood before Niflheim’s portal, the cold light flickering over your paws as you hesitated. Aurora had vanished into its depths… should you follow? She was your anchor in Helvalla, the reason Sanctuary had been safely declared. If you returned alone to Norn’s Weave, what then? You could not linger there forever, and when Freyja came to return the tomes Fenrir had possession of, she would expect to find you waiting there. Your chest ached with the weight of the choice, worry gnawing at you as you contemplated.

After careful consideration you weren’t leaping into bed with the idea of launching yourself into yet another portal so soon. You turned away from the icy vortex and retraced your steps toward the raft on Lake Frostfall. It still bobbed against the shore right where you and Aurora left it, her satchel resting safely inside. As you climbed aboard, a rustle stopped you cold as you attempted to hone in on the sound. A creature had burrowed into the bag of provisions as it rummaged about. Its coat shimmered silver-white, long fur peppered like fresh falling snow. You cleared your throat, but the sound only startled the creature as it overreacted to your presence. With a sharp hiss the animal spun, ears flat, glaring at you as it popped wildly in place before landing on all fours, legs splayed out rather ridiculously.

It was feline in shape, slender but quite large for its kind. You leaned closer to sniff, and to your shock and dismay it spat words as sharp as its claws. “Don’t you dare touch me, you mangy mongrel.” You froze, disbelief washing over you like waves crashing down on Hongerige. With a flick of its tail the creature seized a sandwich from Aurora’s satchel quite rudely and with more attitude than you’ve ever seen in such a small creature, leapt gracefully from the raft, and padded into the shadows as if nothing at all was amiss. You blinked after it, stunned, until another voice cut through your confusion. “Natty,” came the call. Then with more clear words they spoke again, “Nattnkatt, to be precise.”

Hel emerged from the trees as she trotted over to greet you. How long had she been here? She wasted no time explaining. She had followed Freyja at Fenrir’s command, stowing aboard the ship she was on, and had been trailing her for days. She had heard every word you spoke with Freyja, but the sight of a Nattnkatt derailed her previous intentions. Hel confessed now to you, an act she was most ashamed of. In her rage at both Aurora and Loki, she had opened a portal she should never have dared. She believed she had closed it, yet given she had spotted a few Nattnkatt she feared her attempts to close it might have failed. Worse still, she admitted she had once crossed into that other world herself. Miðhafsey (MEE-oh-hauf-snay), she called it. The island at the heart of the sea.

She missed Freyja’s return to Ulfrheim, nearly caught and forced to remain behind. Now she needed your help, and your boat, to detour south to Ymir’s Maw. What else could you do but agree? Until now you too were uncertain of what direction you were meant to go. The ride across Lake Frostfall was long, filled with Hel talking far too much. If all nine tomes were gathered, she believed she could use the magic inside to throw a wrench in Oracle’s plans. Yet her words trembled with a certain uneasiness that left you chilled, her eyes shifting as though she was hiding truths best left unspoken.

When at last your paws touched the stony shore of Ymir’s Maw, Hel moved with a rather familiar ease, navigating the twisting passages as if she herself had carved them. Hours passed before you reached a chamber so vast you struggled to understand how it fit in Ymir’s Maw at all. At its heart gaped a void, not filled with water but a whirling heavenly mist that danced and swirled beneath glowing crystal-lit walls.

“No,” Hel whispered, ears pinned. “I thought I–” Her voice was cut short by another. The words were venomous and they sliced through the silence of the cavern. “You thought what, Hel?” From the shadows stepped Nightfall. Her gaze burned right through you as she paid you a single glance, now fixated on Hel. “You thought you could shirk our bargain? Run off and play house without consequence?” Hel bristled, lips curled, but Nightfall only pressed harder. “You thought you could close MY in-between and walk away? Do they even know?” Her eyes darted toward you once more, sharp as Stonewall’s blades. “What will Ylva think when she learns the truth?”

“Don’t you dare say her name!” Hel’s snarl caused bats to break free from their peaceful slumber as they scattered about behind Nightfall for a moment before dispersing into the darkness. Nightfall only smiled, cruel amusement twisted alongside every word she had spoken next. “You thought you closed the portal into Miðhafsey (MEE-oh-hauf-snay), didn’t you? You failed. My realm lies in ruin now because of you.” Nightfall turned now as she faced the portal, a side-eye swiveled back to Hel as the words she had spoken next were laced with malicious intent, “Portal for a portal, sister.”

Before Hel could lunge, Nightfall flung something dark into the mist. The void screamed open, and water surged out, flooding Ymir’s Maw in a crushing torrent of violent waves. Hel leapt toward you, slipping against the jagged wet stone as waves swallowed the chamber. Despite her best attempts to usher you towards the exit it was no use. “Hymnlæja (HYMN-in-laya) will haunt you yet,” Nightfall’s voice echoed as she vanished. The tide broke over you both with merciless force, unrelenting, unforgiving. Again and again you were struck, dragged under until your lungs burned as they threatened to seize. Through the blur you saw Hel flailing, eyes wide with fear. Just like Aurora her mouth motioned the words I’m sorry. She shook her head left and right softly as she attempted to speak to them, bubbles rising as she grew weaker with defeat. You watched in horror as her body went limp in the water’s encroaching blackness.

You clawed upward for air, but the weight of Miðhafsey (MEE-oh-hauf-snay) was too great. The silence of its waves claimed you without mercy, until darkness swallowed you whole just as it had swallowed Hel moments prior. When at last your eyes opened, you coughed violently, salt stinging your throat as it spilled out into the pink sand before you. You lay sprawled upon a strange shoreline, unfamiliar yet serene as the ocean poured out into a grand display of many mountains and waterfalls. The storm was gone. Beside you, Hel’s battered form stirred weakly as she groaned. When you finally broke your gaze free from Hel you were met with what you could only assume was Miðhafsey (MEE-oh-hauf-snay), it broke open into a grand display of rolling hills as waterfalls crashed down from every viable surface. Now what have you gotten yourself into? Maybe you should have leapt into Niflheim’s portal after all.

Objective:

Depict or write your character lying upon the pink-speckled shores of Miðhafsey, surrounded by crashing waterfalls that drop from the very clouds themselves and countless splitting streams that rush outward into the ocean. The ocean’s blue is lined with towering mountains, their peaks so high the clouds swallow them whole. All around, white birch trees stretch endlessly, consuming the view as far as the eye can see. This slice of shoreline makes you feel small, with boulders scattered across its surface, busted and broken yet laced with flora.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Waterlogged Goods, 2x Missing Page: Restoring Niflheim (BoA), 1x Fenrir’s Keepsake

Optional:

Including Hel in your entry will score you 1x Physical Mutation: Claws, paying tribute to the fiery Nattnkatt she released.

08/17/2025 - 09/15/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Moonlight and Misdirection

While the woods themselves were quiet, the sensation of that which lacked was loud. No buzzing of insects, no leaves rustling, no breeze moved through the thick branches of the Wild Hollow. Within this stillness, the moon inched closer, hanging low and impossibly large in the sky. Its pale light poured over the forest, covering the foliage in a soft silver light. It cut through the darkness like a knife, stretching the shadows and twisting them into unnatural shapes. Silence pressed against your pelt, making your own heartbeat sound as if anyfel could hear it, if only they were present. It was eerie, but there was beauty within it.

From within the silence, a shadowy figure emerged. It weaved through the woods with graceful fluid motions that were both familiar and impossible. As it waded closer to you, you recognized the shape as a fox, yet it was thrice the size and unlike any that you had seen prowling these woods. Its fur shimmered in the pale moonlight, and its eyes lacked the usual untamed wild gaze, holding instead a quiet intelligence that felt unbelievably civilized. You feel a small prickle run along your hackles as it approaches. Instinctively, you take a firm step forward, and the fox halts mid-stride. Its eyes were fixed on you, calm and with an unsettling awareness.

“Eptara's fortune, Felvarg.”, its voice brushed against your ears, soft and calm as if each word was carefully chosen. You held your breath, the air prickling with anticipation. You tilt your head as you think to yourself, did this fox just speak the tongue of a Felvarg? Just as you gape your maw in utter surprise, the fox sits quietly, wrapping its tail delicately around its front paws. Though you have never seen such a creature before, its gaze traced your form, seemingly knowing exactly what you were. You shake your pelt in an attempt to ease your own discomfort as the fox before you patiently waits for a response.

Objective:

Depict or Write your Felvarg encountering a Yggdravixen Alpha.

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 2x Berries, 2x Rune Coins, 2x Mushrooms, 1x Scroll of Helvallian Favor, and a 35% chance at 1x Title: The Shadow*

09/03/2025 - 10/02/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Sindridva

The morning sun began to rise, illuminating the island in a honey colored hue. All around you are vendors lining the streets as they prepare for today’s business, felfolk doing their morning routine, and the usual bustle of the city trickled in. You take a few moments to visit the array of stalls to replenish your provisions before heading out of the grand, northern gates of the City of Duskravik’s and into the forest of Ulvenskov. Just days prior, you had landed on the Island of Jormungandr, the promise of an expedition quenching your thirst for an adventure. Eager to begin your journey, you pull out an old yellow parchment. Checking your map, you trace a claw along a beaten path, pinpointing Helmirk. You navigate your way through the woods with the objective to reach Helmirk unharmed.

Your feat proved difficult when you suddenly stepped upon something sharp, cutting your paw pad with a sudden stabbing pain. As you tend to your paw, your hackles prick uneasily, something feels…different. The forest seemed to breathe in rhythm with the wind, the ground vibrating with the beat of a sorrow filled heart. It didn’t take long for you to sense the presence of something greater looming ahead. With a glint, a peculiar red shard caught your eye. Leaning down, you pick up a red scale with your blood gleaming on it. You furrow your brows as you realize that this is what you had cut your paw on. As you cautiously peered ahead, you see another scale reflecting in the dappled light. You observe that the occasional scale leads to another, then another. They began to appear in small clusters when soon enough, scales littered the ground in what looked like an early autumn. You carefully pick your way through the sea of red, your paws leading you to what looked to be the jagged face of a cliffside. A scale wedged in a crevice gave way to a small opening. Squeezing your way through, you finally breach the cave walls and are greeted by the pleasant sight of a hidden grotto.

As the sounds of birds fade behind you, a slow rumbling goan takes its place. You follow the source of the groan when you feel a rush of heat whip at your face. Gazing from the undergrowth, you nearly topple over backwards as you are met with Sindridva, her maw only inches from yours. Slinking the perimeter of the grotto, you see that she is laying in the shallows of a pool of water, steam rising as her raspy breathing agitated the surface. A waterfall cascades down behind her, its soothing sound flooding your ears. Crystals grasped at every surface you could see sending vibrant rays of blue and purple color into the water. While she doesn’t appear outwardly harmed, you can see in her eyes that her spirit is broken. Images flash through your mind, memories of the battle where you last encountered Sindridva at sea. A shiver runs down your spine, an ache fills your chest as regret weighs you down.

Naturally, anyfel else who would come across Sindridva might not be so welcoming or forgiving, but something about her gaze quells your anger. One look into her eyes and you are filled with an overwhelming sense of empathy. She does not lash out, your presence hardly disturbing her. Does your Felvarg show remorse? Join her for a moment of peace to show her not all wrong doing need come without forgiveness.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg kneeling beside Sindridva in a moment of peace, showing her that forgiveness is possible.

Reward:

1x Badge, 5x Flora, 1x Aloe Vera, 1x Trait: Explorer, and a 50% for 1x Dragon Egg*