01/14/2025 - 2/18/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Departure

The peaks of Haldor’s Pass wash an eerie feeling over your pelt. You shake violently in an attempt to rid yourself of the discomfort. The smell of smoke fills your nostrils as your head shakes rapidly, your nose scrunched now in displeasure. As you approach a forest capped peak you hear what appears to be an argument between four Felvargs. The voices are muddled together and it’s not until you get closer that they become recognisable. Ulfr and Bjorn, and neither sounds particularly happy with the other. Peering out now from between the bushes you watch the interaction unfold.

“Yes, because you’ve never made mistakes!” Ulfr lashes out as he paces before Bjorn who was clearly agitated as his lip twitched.

“Mistakes?” Bjorn growled now and charged forward a few steps, “Mistakes?! Mistakes are when you arrive 20 minutes late!” Bjorn pinned his ears now in frustration, “Mistakes are when you do something by MISTAKE!” He snapped now in the direction of Ulfr who took such a movement as a personal attack. The savage Felvarg stood his ground snarling back at his brother, the two now standing off as the bickering continued.

“Please!” Ylva attempted to reason with the two of them, but her efforts were futile, before she could speak further Ulfr lunged forward and his very choice triggered a fight between the two that sent Ylva into an even greater upset as she tried to place herself between them.

Freyja sat hunched over something on the ground and the only noises you could decipher from her were tangled with hurt and tears. What was that? That thing? Curiosity pulls you out from the bushes as you approach cautiously. Now standing behind Freyja you call to her, “Freyja?” She doesn’t appear to hear you, instead she continues to weep. You circle around her and what you see next causes you to rush backwards as you trip over your own paws.

It’s Fenrir, The Great Father. His lifeless body lies beneath his love as she weeps, you’re in shock, disbelief even, how could this happen. Is this a vision? Thoughts race violently through your head as you scan the peaks of Haldor’s Pass searching for anything that would wake you from this nightmare.

“YOU!” Freyja turns to you in a fit of anger. You look left and right, she can see you now? “You did this!” She roars at you, tears streaming down her face. No! No you didn’t, you’re sure of it, you try to explain yourself but she won’t listen. For the first time in your life you witness something you’ve never witnessed before, Freyja bares her teeth at you and violently launches herself in your direction. You can’t fight The Great Mother? You turn and flee in an attempt to shake her and hell hath no fury than the vision of Freyja chasing behind you in a fit of rage as you glance over your shoulder. You can hear Ulfr and Bjorn yelping and crying out, Ylva’s upset drowning them both out.

Once glance, two, three, the fourth unlike the rest because when you turn back you trip over a tree trunk and stumble down the hill crashing into various objects before you hit your head and the world around you turns to darkness once more.

You emerge from the water gasping for air as you choke on its salty grip, stumbling backwards you take one final tumble as you blink rapidly once more, praying your vision has returned. When you finally ground yourself you widen your eyes to take in the room. An albino coated Felvarg with soft grey streaks upon her chest stands before you with her head quirked to one side. Her cheeks hang ground level as they coil and uncoil against the cavern floor. Her eyes narrow now as she tilts her head in the other direction to get a better look at you, “Can you see me now?” You flick one ear confused, and just before you open your mouth to respond the stranger interrupts you, “You look awful.” Her eyebrows raised as the words left her muzzle and in tandem she lifted her paw delicately and dramatically from the ground and flicked it, almost as if she had second paw discomfort from the state you were in.

Despite your vision returning, the world around you was still a blur, and you couldn’t be more happy to finally be awake from that.. nightmare. “My name is Nimh, and I am Sanctuary’s Timekeeper.” A Timekeeper? What’s that? Sanctuary however? That sounds familiar.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg stood before a rushing stream within The Great Maw, staring into the water at your own blinded reflection, mere moments from plunging your face within. Flowers litter the water and equally moss on every viable surface is bountiful. Light slices through the caves cracks overhead allowing dust to dance within its rays blissfully unaware of your woes.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Eye Mutation, 1x Scar Kit, 50% Chance for1x Freyja’s Keepsake, 50% Chance for 1x Chosen Common Trait

01/17/2025 - 02/15/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Rizz Benefactor

At the heart of Sanna’s Aperture a swirling pond sits beneath the falls of this cavern situated in Sanna’s Grasp, each of the winding streams all traverse to this very pool and upon its surface flower petals dance. A soft dusk moonlight cascades down from the cavern's tops where slices of missing rock allow its glow to seep within. The soothing sound of waterfalls fills the crisp cool cavern, a soft sing song of birds splashing within the pond echo through the twisting corridors as they serenade anyfel passing through. Fish of many vibrant shades somersault within the shallows, nibbling eagerly at the flora that travels downstream to settle here. Moss and foliage grow upon any viable surface and the waters reflect the clear moonlit stars that nestled overhead. Truly mesmerizing, and that? Well that is why Uhma chose this very spot to surprise her loving Ursa.

As you’re traveling through Sanna’s Grasp a soft voice gasping in pleasure causes your ears to prick forward, you glance down one of the corridors and see Uhma and Ursa. Ursa has her paws drawn up to her chest, as if something had spooked her, but what you saw next made it apparent her reaction was nothing shy of shock. Uhma had spent the evening preparing this very pond within Sanna’s Aperture to surprise her soulmate Ursa. A romantic display. Candles float and bob upon the pond and equally surrounding the spot in which the two now stood. A beautiful display of roses and flowers litter beneath their paws. Uhma notices you, but remains focused. A simple glance is all it took for her to tell you that interrupting them would surely ruin her entire plan. You remain firmly in place, careful not to make a single noise. Relief is what washed over her when she felt comfortable you understood what it was she was asking.

With love in her tone Uhma cleared her throat and recited a poem she had written for Ursa, and when the poem concluded Ursa melted right before your very eyes. Most anyfel would have smiled as the two interacted. Ursa quickly closed the gap between herself and Uhma, the two locked in a beautiful embrace. You had never seen Ursa or Uhma so smitten, and mostfel would probably not believe you had you repeated the events as they unfolded. Uhma made it clear to Ursa there were more surprises to be had; and after taking in the room one last time, and Uhma tucking a flower lovingly in Ursa’s mane, the two set off in your direction.

As Ursa passed you love still washed over her expression, brows furrowed she nodded at you respectfully. Uhma a mere pawstep behind however was sure to lean over to you before she trotted off to catch up to Ursa, the words she whispered next took you by surprise.

“And that my friend? That is how you do it.” A smug shrug followed the pause in her words before she enthusiastically finished with a, “Praise Valhalla! I’m just that good.” The titan nudged her shoulder into yours as she chuckled, “Feel free to use my treat as you please.” Uhma winked one last time as if to imply she was doing you a grand favor for sharing her rizz with you, before leaving you standing within Sanna’s Grasp with an expression on your face looking like the fire was lit but nofel was home.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg inside Sanna’s Grasp at the Aperture alongside a Fevlarg that is dear to you, sharing in the beautiful display Uhma had encouraged you to make use of.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Chocolate Strawberries, 1x Love Letters, 2x Flora, 1x Pristine Mass of Unakite, 1x Chest of Peace

Optional:

Now’s the time to give Uhma any items you may have in your cache that she might find useful.

01/05/2025 - 02/02/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Foresti

The sun sinks toward the horizon as if it were ready to plunge itself into the depths of Hongerige. With each passing moment, the soft blue sky alongside the roofs of each building in Hearth is illuminated with vivid shades of orange, yellow, and pink. As winter’s frigid grasp loosens, the once-frozen water shatters into large floating shards that gently rise and fall in rhythm with the soft waves. While a shimmer on the icy water briefly catches your attention, it is the enchanting sky that almost hypnotizes you as if it had cast a spell. You pause for a moment’s breath before venturing onto the Docks of Hearth, not wanting to let such a breathtaking view pass by you without appreciating it to its fullest.

As you sit at the edge of the pier, enjoying the scenic moment, a bubble of considerable size rises from the depths of Hongerige just feet in front of your face. Several sheets of ice are dislodged as the bubble bursts, sending violent ripples radiating outward. Ripples swell into waves that crash against the dock’s sturdy support pillars, causing vibrations that shake your balance and send you tumbling backward. As the waves dissipate, you lean forward over the water, eyes focused on what little surface you can manage to see. To the left, in the outskirts of your vision, a large ripple begins to form as if something large had shoved the water upward yet whatever it was remained hidden beneath the surface. The unknown loomed over you, fueling your curiosity as you scrambled back to your paws. There, just beyond the edge of the pier, a mound had risen from the waters dispersing the ice around it.

Leaning forward, you attempt to get a closer look at the mysterious mound when another ripple forms around its base. The world around begins to quake, vibrations from the dock climb up your legs like a thousand tiny ants, shaking you to your core. The mound begins to grow and you quickly realize what it was. Steadily, Foresti emerges from the depths of Hongerige. His back covered with tall oak trees, large rock formations, and various flora and fauna. Water violently flows from his mountain peaks, crashing down upon his shell covering you in a frigid mist and wafting the smell of brine into your nose. Now face to face with the colossal but gentle sea turtle, you notice his eyes are full of pain and sorrow. You take a cautious step forward as Foresti lifts a flipper and rests it alongside the docks before you, welcoming you forward.

Accepting the invitation, you bravely step off the pier onto Foresti’s flipper and within moments, onto his back. Instantly you notice it, a single stem shot up from the ground with several vibrant purple flowers, each one bell-shaped and open downward. A soft mist seemed to ooze from them and collect on the poor beast’s shell. As you quickly glance around, you notice more of these curious flowers, each flower on a singular stem that shot up from a collective vine-like root. It snaked across Foresti’s shell, spreading itself like a virus. Its obvious to you that this plant is plaguing the gentle giant and he has sought you out to aid him. It is up to you to concoct a solution using the plants and herbs found upon Foresti’s back to rid him of this poisonous plant before it spreads too far.

Objective:

Depict or Write your Felvarg upon Foresti’s back as you attempt to combine various other herbs to rid the gentle giant of this poisonous weed that has taken hold of him.

Reward:

1x Badge, 1,000 Felcredits, 1x Healing Salve, 1x Magical Moonstone, 1x Pristine Mass of Unakite, and a 75% chance for 1x Essence of Admiration