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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.

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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

05/16/2025 - 06/15/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Woven Memories

Carried on the wind was a silence that traveled down your spine and settled into your gut like a hollow filled with stone. Devoid of substance, the emptiness weighed heavy on you as you crossed the threshold into Norn’s Weave. The dust had long since settled and the remains of a once bustling village now lie in ruins as far as the eye can see. Blackened timber and loose stone are scattered into what you could barely make out as ancient cobblestone streets. The overgrowth of weeds, foliage, and bramble consumed the village, choking every crevice. It weaved from brick to brick, building to building creating a village trapped in time, what was once thriving, now stood still in a case of green.

Yet, rooted within the destruction, evidence of the life that once thrived here remained. Books haphazardly strewn about a crumbling library where a past life dedicated to study clung to the long since burned candles. Gardens that now creep beyond their wooden gates are host to an abundant array of flowers and herbs, left thriving from the botanists that once tended to them. The lives and ideals of the past cling to the land as tightly as the ivy that winds itself around the toppling street lamps.

You inhale deeply, the smell fresh and rejuvenating. As you exhaled slowly, hope sparked beneath your pelt as you watched Felvargs carefully pick their way around the village. While everything seemed overrun with the foliage, the occupants remained nonetheless. Their kindness was not wavered by the devastation around them. It’s as if every step and glance of their gazes reminisced the days of a lively environment. Cautious to the danger that wove through the streets, yet they still tread forward to perhaps see what could be again. The sight tugged at your very chest, your heart ready to burst from its cage. To see these Felvargs thrive once again would bring the hope needed to continue onward and provide a safe haven for those treading by.

You stood still under the gates, something within you stirring. It grows restless and unshakable like a rolling thunderstorm in the spring as you watch those that reside here pieced together stone and timber with care and consideration. There was no call for help nor any urgency present. Yet weighing on you like a heavy cloak was a need to lend a paw and be a part of something greater than yourself. An urge to lend a paw and uncover what was lost. Buried deep within the ruins of Norn’s Weave there is a faint but steady heartbeat and with your help it may resurface once more.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg assisting the Felvargs of Norn’s Weave in their efforts to rebuild. How does your Felvarg contribute?

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 1x Mapleheart’s Lost Satchel, 1x Aurora’s Vial of Fortune, 1x Randomly Rolled Missing Page (BoA), 1x Accessories (Unique), 1x Scroll of Helvallian Favor (Unique)

06/04/2025 - 07/02/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Raz

A violent storm found comfort over Narghile and lingering for several days as if the sky itself refused to move on. The relentless rain filled each stagnant pool until it spilled over. The water slowly crept across the sodden land reshaping the once familiar territory with each passing hour. Trees that once stood tall have now fallen to their side, their roots now bare and tangled like fingers clawing at the air. Landmarks, now washed away making the once familiar marsh now a foreign maze of muck and grime. An eerie fog lingers in the humid morning air gently riding on top of the still waters. Towering reeds and cattails cut through it like a knife, disrupting its silence as they sway. In the distance, a chorus of insects hum.

With each careful step you take through the shallows, the water stirred, dislodging fallen branches, leaves, and algae that float on top of the water like a shipwreck. As you cautiously survey the warped terrain, a low guttural roar rolls across the damaged reeds, parting the fog and sending a chill down your spine. You freeze as the sound echoes through the flooded marshland, bouncing off the waterlogged stones and shattered trees. Curiosity pulls at your chest, luring you by instinct more than reason.

The smell seeped into your nose first, a pungent scent of mildew, churned earth, and rotted wood. Moments later, a frenzied and disoriented Raz comes into view. The large crocodile lies half submerged, covered in muck and reeds. His reptilian eyes flashing wildly, searching for something. His tail slaps against the water with a thunderous crash, disrupting the peace of several birds that take flight. He thrashes within the pool, snarling and rolling in place as a tangle of branches and vines wrap even tighter around his body

Your heart aches as you watch his struggle but before you could act, water lapped at your legs as something stirred at your side. Videra noticed you from afar and carefully approached you, “He doesn’t know where he is and he’s lashing out.” There was a gentle understanding to her tone, laced with aching sympathy. “He needs guidance. Find what was familiar, water lilies he used to lurk underneath, a piece of hollowed log where he once slept. Bring the scents of home. Lead him back.” Her jaw tightened, her voice now firm with quiet resolve, “Do not rush or startle him, he is not lost… not yet at least.”

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg attempting to free Raz and escort him back home where he belongs.

Reward:

Reward: 1x Badge, 1x Waterlogged Goods, 1x Crocodile Teeth, 1x Scar Kit, 1x Tangled Fishing Line, 50% Chance at 1x Ink of Defiance