The Passage of Luminary
Deep within the belly of The Briar, something stirs in the shadows. An ominous presence, intent on unraveling all that lives within its grasp. It began with a single tree. Towering and proud, its wide canopy crowned in luscious green leaves swayed gently in the breeze. Birds nestled within its branches, blissfully unaware of the shadow festering just beneath the bark.

Then, without warning, the leaves began to dull. Their vibrant emerald faded to a sickly yellow, then to brittle brown. Within the hour, every leaf had turned and fallen, leaving the tree bare, as if winter had come all at once. Next came the bark. It split into jagged lines as sap oozed from the crevices, thick with the stench of rot and sulfur. The bark peeled away like shedding skin, curling and crumbling to the earth until nothing remained of the tree at all. Birds scattered in a frenzy. Squirrels bolted from their nests in sheer panic. And the place where the tree once stood felt wrong—hollow, not merely empty but void. As if it had not died, but been erased entirely.

From that hollow, the rot began to seep into the soil like ink bleeding into parchment. The grass withered, curling in on itself before turning to dust. Vines recoiled, shrubs sagged and blistered, and each tree in turn succumbed to the same fate as the first. The air thickened, choked with the foul scent of corrupted earth, like damp soil steeped in rot and old sorrow.

You stood at the edge of the Briar, unaware of the silent turmoil spreading in its depths. The air outside was bright and crisp, just like any summer day, until the forest shuddered. A rustle within the canopy caught your attention. Then, in a sudden burst, a flock of birds erupted skyward in a flurry of wings and feathers, fleeing from something unseen. You step carefully through the underbrush, the crunch of dead leaves giving way to a strange softness beneath your paws. The soil here is.. Wrong. It's too damp, too dark, and almost as if it has been steeped in something deathly or unclean. Stood now before the once thriving tree you reach out your neck to inspect the blight. The forest around you holds its breath.
Path of Blight
"To wield the shadow, onefel must first understand its shape."
The blight seeps through Helvalla not only as rot, but as a memory of sorts; wounds unhealed. You have chosen not to resist it, but to understand it. To look into its heart and take hold of what others fear. This path is not for the faint of heart. Its lessons lie in dominion, decay, and the fine art of controlling something beyond means of knowledge to mostfel. Through communion, and through darkness you will learn to trap it, twist it, and seal it beneath your will becoming the blights warden.
Path of Balance
"Not all that is broken needs to be destroyed. Some things must be nurtured back to harmony."
The blight is a wound upon Helvalla, but not all wounds are fatal even if they appear as such. You walk the narrow path between force and forgiveness, between decay and growth. You seek not to erase, but to restore. This is a journey that calls for wisdom, spiritual balance, and for a deep understanding of nature's rhythms. Through careful tending, you will guide Helvalla to renewal– not by commanding the rot's respect, or purging it of existence, but by coexistence and patience.
Path of Light
"If it will not yield to healing, then let it burn. Let the rot be cleansed by brilliance and purity."
There is no compromise to be had here. The blight must be purged– Its origin voided, and its reach and strength disposed of. You have chosen a path that is most radiant, one paved not with fire but conviction. Your resolve will become a beacon, your actions a reckoning. There are no grey areas, nor no half-measures. Only light, and what remains after the shadows and rot are long gone. Let the light purify and consume what should never have been and protect those being punished by the blight.
STOP! Please note that this passage event requires you to mindfully choose a path. This means the arrows present in the visual above indicate which direction your path flows. In order to move through the many paths you must do the prompts in order and navigate with the flow of arrows downward starting with BLIGHT or LIGHT.
Key Notes
  • You must begin your path in 'Light' or 'Blight'.
  • Even if you choose to take 'Balance' your Felvarg must first align in 'Light' or 'Blight' then navigate to 'Balance' accordingly.
  • Each entry can include up to 2 Felvargs owned by 2 different members. (To claim rewards you must have that specific prompt unlocked/available to your Felvarg!)
  • You may complete The Passage of Luminary a single time, on a single Felvarg for the displayed prompt rewards. You can however finish it on other Felvargs you own understanding you will be rewarded a single chest for each prompt completed. Only a single Felvarg you own may take a walk through the passage event where all rewards from the prompts completed are claimed.
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    - (Ex. Two Felvargs are present belonging to User A and User B. User A is a subscriber. 3 Felvargs now qualify for rewards. User B is also a subscriber. 4 Felvargs now qualify for rewards and two of them do not need to provide previous prompt completion for rewards.)
    - TAGALONG does not effect your progression through the passage event in any way, and if you are used as a tagalong you cannot use it towards your own progression.
    - To claim additional subscriber rewards we will honor the tier you're in when YOU begin passage. The tier you are in when you complete your first prompt.
  • All prompts require a complex setting requirement. Complex Requirements
  • Entries can be both created by yourself, or other members and simply need to meet the complex requirements declared.
  • Entries should be focused on the task at paw.
  • Entries can be a mix of art and literature interchangeably.
  • Rewards are unique, you may only claim rewards from a single pass through The Passage of Luminary.
  • Collaborations nor multiple Felvargs present will require additional art or literature requirements.
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    Conqueror of the Luminary
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    Complete the 2025 Passage of Luminary. (Revered by Ruin, Root and Rot, -or- Light Unbroken)
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    Participate in the 2025 Passage of Luminary Event.
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    Path of Blight - Starting Prompt
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Pile of Ashes, 1x Charred Bark
    You step into the clearing, ears flicking curiously at the unnatural stillness of The Briar. Where the towering tree once stood now there is only ruin. The ground beneath your paws pulses as though something below the death still breathes. A foul stench fills the air, thick with rot and sulfur. You lower your muzzle, sniffing the sap on a nearby stone, the smell is so rancid you recoil instinctively. This is no ordinary decay. Whatever has taken root here has not only killed– it has consumed and it thrives beneath the once lush earth.
    Depict or Write what it is you see, hear or smell as you approach the great oak covered in blight's rot.
    Path of Light - Starting Prompt
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Pile of Ashes, 1x Charred Bark
    You step into the clearing, ears flicking curiously at the unnatural stillness of The Briar. Where the towering tree once stood now there is only ruin. The ground beneath your paws pulses as though something below the death still breathes. A foul stench fills the air, thick with rot and sulfur. You lower your muzzle, sniffing the sap on a nearby stone, the smell is so rancid you recoil instinctively. This is no ordinary decay. Whatever has taken root here has not only killed– it has consumed and it thrives beneath the once lush earth.
    Depict or Write what it is you see, hear or smell as you approach the great oak covered in blight's rot.
    Etched in Blight
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Sap, 1x Dirt
    You carefully reach out, pressing your paw to the oozing bark. Your paw sinks into the rot slightly, it's spongy, warm, wet, and very wrong. The surface clings to both the tree and your paw like tar. It doesn't just touch you; It pulls. As through the blight recognizes you. Wants you even.
    Depict or Write how your Felvarg feels when the blight touches their paw for the first time.
    Etched in Light
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Sap, 1x Dirt
    You carefully reach out, pressing your paw to the oozing bark. Your paw sinks into the rot slightly, it's spongy, warm, wet, and very wrong. The surface clings to both the tree and your paw like tar. It doesn't just touch you; It pulls. As through the blight recognizes you. Wants you even.
    Depict or Write how your Felvarg feels when the blight touches their paw for the first time.
    Blightborn Fury
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Heavy Hide, 1x Worthless Stones
    A rustle breaks the silence, followed by a low, feral rumble. A creature stumbles from the underbrush, eyes clouded and wild with anger. It's a stag, and standing before you now it stamps the earth, antlers lowered not in fear, but in fury. You hold your ground, ears back, embracing for impact. Your posture is a plea for calm as you observe carefully in confusion.

    For a moment, it hesitates. It's breathing heaves, muscles twitching as slowly the madness within flickers. The rage retreats just enough for recognition to take hold. The stag blinks, shudders, and then tumbles back into the woods trembling and frightened.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg observing a creature within The Briar displaying these odd waves of fury and discomfort.
    Veneration of the Veil
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Shovel, 1x Moss
    On the edge of the blight's grasp the sap glistens unnaturally. Unlike the usual amber resin, this sap is dark, almost black. When caught in the right light it shimmers with a violet hue of sorts. You press a leaf into the fluid, watching as the sap curls around it and withers the leaf within seconds right before your eyes. Carefully, you scoop a small amount into a jar of sorts, sealing it for closer observation. The sap pulses faintly within, warm to the touch as if it were alive. Even untouched by visible blight, the tree seems strained, as if something beneath the bark is festering even still.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg taking samples of the sap, or observing samples of the sap to better understand the blight.
    Blightmare Meadow
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Pile of Grass, 1x Bellflowers, 1x Deadly Nightshade
    You watch from the treeline as blight unfurls across a nearby meadow, slow yet violently deliberate. It doesn't appear to be rushing, but instead hunting. Darkness snakes through the grass like a snake of sorts, weaving like veins beneath the very soil of Helvalla itself. Flowers once in full blossom wilt without touch. The blight moves with purpose, not a mindless decay but instead it chooses. Just before your paws the blight pools and here it stops its crawl almost as if to observe you. It's not just consuming, it's learning– And now? It knows you're watching.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg watching the meadow be consumed in rot.
    Decay me Softly
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Blood Candles, 1x Rotten Meat Scraps
    You find yourself staring into the rot as it pulses softly beneath a patch of wilted moss. Each breath you take is strangely in sync with the blight as it rises and collapses in unison. It should repel you– consume you even? Yet it doesn't. There is something familiar in its silence, in the way it spreads with purpose yet restraint. As you step closer you realise the scent no longer sickens you. The hum that was once unfamiliar beneath your paws is.. Comforting? How peculiar. Almost as if it were a soft lullaby.

    Thoughts you know aren't your own whisper, they are calm, cold and certain. You start to understand the rots hunger, it's not destruction but instead it means to reclaim. To control. It's at this moment you digest that somehow you relate instead of resisting its deathly glip.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg relating to the rot in some way and connecting to the blight on a deeper level.
    Documenting the Dread
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Lantern, 1x Scroll of Knowledge
    You lift your head to the canopy, ears twitching as a distant rustle demands your attention. It's Uhma and as you requested she met you here in the heart of what was left of The Briar to discuss your findings. You motion to the rot you collected in a jar as it appears to feed on moss also trapped within, "The blight thinks." Uhma declares as she studies the jar closely. "It doesn't just spread. It navigates, avoids, adapts."

    Uhma releases a soft hum, pacing slowly now in thought, "It is seeking for something perhaps? Or remembering something?" She theorizes alongside you. "Perhaps it's not growing at all?" Uhma adds, "But instead it's returning?" You and Uhma pass theories back and forth together for some time.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg theorizing or walking with Uhma amongst the rot as the two of you attempt to learn more of its purpose or desires.
    Chosen by the Wither
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Spirit Beads, 1x Spiritweave Cloth
    The weight settles like a boulder deep within your chest, it's suffocating and thick with grief. Each breath feels stolen from you, your limbs are heavy and each passing thought is laced in an indescribable shadow that looms over you menacingly. Perhaps your relationship with the rot is clouding your ability to ground yourself? Its whispering promises of surrender and relief if you give in.

    But then? A memory? A flicker of light in the thick of the mire. A face? Or a voice? The warmth of something or somefel dear pressing their muzzle to yours beneath the softness of starlight long ago. Your chest heaves, not with rot–no, but with resistance. You grit your teeth, driving your claws into the soil beneath you to ground yourself once more. You will not be claimed. Not while you still breathe here and now. Instead you rise, trembling, yes, but whole, ready to press forward.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg having nearly been claimed by the blight and its rot, and how your Felvarg finds the strength to negate its demands for submission.
    The Blight Bows
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Haunted Dream Catcher, 1x Chunk of Raw Meat
    It follows you without hesitation. It's small, soft, eyes wide with misplaced trust. It's a creature of innocence, leaning into your warmth where no words need to be spoken. Here the two of you stand, before the tree where it all began now crowned in nothing more than rot–hollow. It pulses ever so faintly, almost as if it were watching. You turn and reach out to the creature, one final touch and then–it is done. Swift, clean, and the silence that followed was deafening. Without emotion you pick the body up and place it at the base of the tree where the rot quickly consumes it.

    Without warning you step forward into the heart of the rot, placing one paw proudly upon the body it was feasting upon. It recoils, but not in fear, no, it's reverence. It retreats like the tide, revealing dry earth beneath your paws free of rot and its claim. A show of respect. It recognizes what you've done, how you provide. What you are willing to become, and in this moment the blight respects you.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg taking claim of the blight in some way. Be it leading the creature to the rot, feeding it to the rot, or claiming it from the rot.
    Gone Awry
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Broken Runes, 1x Lifeweave Cloth
    The runes you carved flicker as you place them at the root of the blight. Standing proud you demand the rot to bend to your will but instead of the rot giving in it lashes outward like a living thing enraged and offended. You're thrown backwards as the runes shatter, the impact causing you to slide into the thick of the underbrush. A smoke-like substance crawls towards you, and for a moment time feels as if it stops. Your chest is tight with failure, you tried to contain it, you believed you could.

    Helvalla doesn't blame you though, the wind still travels between each tree both rotted and thriving, though wounded she still breathes beneath your paws. You rise slowly, shaking your coat free of dust and doubt. Failure stings, yes, but it also teaches. Despite this set back you understand the blight further, and your courage to press back even harder just may demand the respect you desire.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg experiencing the failure while attempting to command the blight, or the consequences of the blight lashing out.
    Revered by Ruin
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Achievement, 1x Title: Revered by Ruin, 1x Volcanic Stone, 1x Rune of Experience, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Fated Feather, 1x Amulet of the Queen, 1x Accessories, 1x Import Background Set: The Briar
    You stand tall before the pulsing rot, your eyes are fixated ahead, your breathing steady with precision. The blight shifts before you, it hesitates, but you do not. You have earned its respect, and now, you command it to follow. The words leaving your muzzle are spoken like a pact, they're low and certain. Without hesitation you turn and walk away. Behind you, the blight stirs violently, its tendrils unravel from the earth as they spiral behind you, it's creeping silently in your wake. You dare not look back, trusting it to follow without hesitation is the only thing holding it beneath your pawpads.

    Step by step you lead it through The Briar and into Helgrimm's scorched passages. The air thickens as the heat from the mountain nips at your fur. Still, you walk with purpose. At the end of the molten chasm you pause, this is it. The end. You speak no final words to the blight, no farewell. Just one final glance over your shoulder as the blight pauses, trembling at the edge of death. Your stare is enough, as it obeys.The blight surges forward as it flows into the lava. Helgrimm groans, as if it rejects the blight but still the rot presses onwards. And then.. Silence.

    You're alone again, but now everything is quiet. Even the bubbling of lava seems to subside for a moment to welcome relief. For now the blight sleeps, but only because you told it to. The Felvargs who watched from afar will all tell the story differently. Each will paint their own picture of who you were in that moment–and what you became. Something in you changed. Whether it was for better or worse.. Even you might never truly know.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg leading the blight through The Briar and into Helgrimm where it ultimately meets its fate.
    Wither War
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Shattered Shield, 1x Tarnished Brooch
    The clash is brutal, unlike anything you've ever seen. Two blighted beasts twisted echoes of their former selves. They're ruthlessly ripping into each other in a blind fury with zero regard to the pain each endures. Their forms are unstable, eyes clouded over in a haze of rage. They are a hollow shell of who they once were, taken over by the blight without mercy.

    You step between them, your heart pounding. A reckless choice but one you felt was necessary. You plant all four paws and let out a low steady growl. It's laced in authority as you're careful not to threaten either party. The forest quiets around you as the two creatures freeze, uncertain. Your intention is not to fight, but to calm, to soothe them. Their breathing slows now as their limbs tremble. One collapses in exhaustion as the other stars, dazed and confused. You patiently stand your ground until it turns and flees into the forest. They may be lost, but they're not beyond saving.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg finding the bravery to break up two blighted creatures.
    Nevermore's Trap
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Woven Trap, 1x Scrap Rope
    You chase after the fleeing blighted creature. You navigate softly through the underbrush, your trap woven carefully from roots, wire and leather as you lie in wait. Patience is key as the blighted beast approaches. It's clearly not in the right state of mind as it turns repeatedly to gnaw on itself. As it steps within the trap it snaps, causing the beast to thrash and cause a scene. The trap however holds. You approach slowly to observe and you're met with the creature baring its teeth, unsure of whether it should fight or flee.

    It's covered in blight but you see the creature still under many layers of rot. You consider ending it, releasing it from this torment. Yet even still you hesitate.

    Depict or Write how your Felvarg observes the blighted beast and how you choose to resolve it of the rot.
    Unwithered Roots
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Saga's Herbal Handbook
    It stands alone among nothing but decay. Where other trees buckle beneath the rot and blight, this one rises tall and is unshaken by the surrounding death. Its bark is smooth, pale and marbled almost like bone. You approach carefully and can't help but feel like the tree is watching you. These roots are older than the forest itself, their intricacy proves that. You press your paw to the twisted roots and take a moment to observe it.

    You sit beneath it in silence, seeking understanding. Seeking knowledge. Something about this very tree resists the blight, reflects the rot. It's as if the blight has chosen to weave around it to avoid it and this you find rather curious. Survival does not always come through resistance, but through quiet endurance. Perhaps the tree is alive, alive and aware of your presence. In either sense you feel it's viable to carefully and respectfully obtain a piece of the great tree to further understand it.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg stood before the fabled and ancient tree that is free of rot. The rot avoids it as it flows through The Briar eagerly.
    Rooted in Reverence
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Stick, 1x Elderwood Charm
    You carry a piece of the ancient tree through the rot soaked woods, unsure of what will come of it. As you enter the thickest part of the blight, something strange happens. It does not reach for you like normal, instead it recoils. You move deeper, holding the branch out before you. Where its presence touches, the corruption shrinks back in disgust. No fire, no violence, no display of anger or rage– only avoidance. You lower it to the coil, watching the corruption twist away. There is something in this wood that brings balance. It's not a weapon, but instead a remedy.

    You walk further into the blight, testing the branches reach. Each step gives you more and more hope that The Briar will heal in time.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg walking through the blight holding the branch, as the rot recoils from you.
    Tea for the Tainted
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Tea Leaves, 1x Enchanted Roots
    The leaves you gather are unlike any other leaves you've ever seen before. As they age they turn into a soft pale color, the veins that web out on each one laced in a shade of gold. You steep them in clear water, collected from The Weeping Oasis. You sip it after it boils and cools, it's bitter at first but then grounding. Your thoughts slow as your mind sharpens. You feel something in your chest, an understanding of sorts. You take the brew into the rot and find a suffering creature. It's tainted and near death but not yet lost. You encourage it to drink and after it recoils and attempts to spit the tea out it doubles back and begins to drink hungrily.

    You watch as its shaking slows, the haze in its eyes fade and for the first time the beast rests. The blight remains, yes, but it's clear to you this tree holds something dear that might bring peace to the blight. It's fleeting however as the rot takes over once more and the creature shrieks and bolts off into the forest.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg creating the tea, or otherwise offering it to the blighted creature in Helvalla.
    Suffering's Savior
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Spirit Shakers, 1x Mortar Bowl
    You take a different approach this time as you gather more from the fabled resistant tree. With a paste made now, more concentrated and with other soothing herbs you go out in search of the creature you attempted to heal with tea. Eventually you find it, it's coiled up within itself beneath a rotting tree. Blight stains its fur as wounds fester along its side. You work quickly spreading it across the sores and over the creature's forehead. The creature cries out, then lies perfectly still. For a moment you believe it may have passed. The rot foams where the medicine touches and every second feels like hours.

    You stand all fours above the creature and rest your body against it in an attempt to hold it still as it trashes violently. Not only do you shelter it with your body but you whisper soft reassuring words in an attempt to soothe it. At last, it falls still, opens one eye and releases a breath of relief. As you retreat to observe the creature it stands now, absolved of its suffering. The creature stares at you blankly before turning and bolting off into the woods. The Blight stirs in its wake as if to avoid it the same way it avoided the tree.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg interacting with the beast during or after the point in which it is resolved of discomfort from the rot.
    Blightless and Breathing
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Incense Burners, 1x Sage
    You find yourself peacefully sitting within The Briar where the blight had not yet consumed. It's still and there is no wind, no birdsong, but more importantly no blight. You've seen what the blight is capable of, how it corrupts, consumes and destroys everything it touches. You've also discovered its weakness, or perhaps weakness isn't the word? Its cure. Perhaps one balances the other in some weird way that allows light and dark to exist just as night and day does.

    Is the day overcoming dark? Or do the two live alongside each other in a way they understand how important one and the other is. You don't have the answers, but at this moment finding the answer doesn't matter. You breathe in, and out. The first is quiet, and you are whole. For right now that's all you need. A moment to be calm and collect yourself. To understand neither harness or purging it is necessary.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg sitting among the peace of The Briar, reflecting on the health of the forest.
    Bound by Bark
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Aloe Vera, 1x Fragrant Leaves
    You're not alone, not today. Around the great tree other Felvargs gather at your request. Just like you they are each carrying a sapling or bark from the fabled tree the rot avoids. Together, you press your paws to the trunk and offer it a blessing of sorts. You can't help but reflect on how nothing more than a tree can bring together the bravest of Felvargs. There are no chants, no fire, no grand spectacle to be had. Before everyfel you welcome them forward to place their sprigs in a mortar, ready to make into paste.

    Together you will all travel to the blight's edge and spread it into the ground that is not yet infected. Here the rot halts and slows. Not banished yet, no, but subdued and confined to the space in which it has already corrupted. Felvargs look at you in awe as you allow the rest of the forest a chance to breathe, understanding it won't be claimed by the blight.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg stood with somefel on the clean side of the forest, as the rot is held at bay.
    Root and Rot
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Achievement, 1x Title: Root and Rot, 1x Ox Totem, 1x Rune of Experience, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Fated Feather, 1x Amulet of the Queen, 1x Accessories, 1x Import Background Set: The Briar
    The earth here where the blight has taken over and was confined is blackened, brittle. Nothing should be able to grow. At least nofel would imagine so given the earth itself is cracked and raw. But in your paws are seeds, small yet despite knowing or not they have the power to turn the tide. They were collected carefully from the ancient and resilient tree, not just by you but many Felvargs alike and you yourself have rallied enough aid to make this day possible. You lean down in front of Freyja herself and press a single seed gently into the corrupted soil. She watches in disbelief.

    You are willing them to take root, praying your theory works. What should take weeks takes mere moments, right before your eyes roots sprout from the seed and a sapling presses through the rot with ease. The blight surrounding the sapling recoils in on itself as if the sapling demands its respect. Freyja lights up as her eyes widen in shock of what you've discovered. The rot is not quite gone yet, but now it has something to answer to and as you and the Felvargs around you plant the saplings The Briar takes hold of itself once more. What was once nothing but death and rot begins to flourish once more.

    The Briar will not heal overnight, balance requires patience and each participating party must do their part. Equally the blight is contained and very rapidly the saplings free The Briar from rot. Felvargs will tell stories of how balance is necessary in every walk of life because of what you did, here and now. It will take time for The Briar to heal but now there is hope. If this means The Briar is no longer a viable host for the blight is not yet clear, and Felvargs worry the blight will find a way to fester elsewhere. You can't be certain, but what you do know is balance mended the forest on this day.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg in the presence of a sapling as The Briar bursts back to life.
    Dreamwalker's Path
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Amethyst, 1x Volcanic Stone
    The dream lingers like early morning dew in The Briar. When you wake as a new day surfaces you find yourself retracing your steps to the place the white stag led you. Something is different since your dream. Something about the soil you walk upon feels strange. Still you press on until you find it–a crater where no crater should be. At its center a single crystal rests on untouched earth, situated as if it were placed with care.

    The closer you get to the crystal the louder it hums, almost like a heartbeat it thumps with anticipation. Reflecting The Briar back upon you, you can't help but notice that the rot doesn't appear present. It's a vision of the forest untouched– lush and thriving, free of rot. You blink but the vision remains, the real forest around you still blighted and broken. You're not sure what the crystal is but you know it doesn't belong here. Gently, you pick it up and place it in your satchel. Regardless of how you found it, or why, the crystal has chosen you.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg interacting with the strange crystal within the crater in some way as it reflects The Briar back to you in good health.
    Beacon's Whisper
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Deer Antlers, 1x Spiritweave Cloth, 1x Stag Totem
    Sleep evades you. The blight calls leaving you restless in your bed. You rise beneath the moonlight and return to the heart of The Briar where the rot began. The forest is unusually quiet as if to hold its breath as the knife slides in deeper. Something rustles as it catches you by surprise. It's a stag, and its pale yet radiant as its pelt is so vibrant it flits beneath the stars overhead. Its gaze is that of a heavenly burn, and without a word it turns and walks. You instinctively feel the need to follow it.

    Here, where it leads you is a place between–where light and dark blend like oil poured in water. The edge of the rot meets the lush life of The Briar. As you step into the light where the rot has not consumed you're met with a light so bright you have to shield your eyes, the light here swallows everything. You wake abruptly, panting violently as your chest rises and collapses rapidly. The memory of radiant light is etched into your bones. You remember the stag, you remember the veil, and for a moment you swear you can hear it calling to you just as clearly as the crickets chirp outside of your hollow.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg walking with the radiant stag or otherwise stepping into the light.
    Alone in Stone
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Lantern
    The forest is silent, weeping perhaps as the rot weighs on it heavily. You sit now with the crystal safely away from the rot, its gentle hum has returned to a tune that is far more peaceful. You take a moment to observe the crystal, curious as to if it can feel something, anything. Back there in the heart of the rot it whirled with discomfort on the forest floor. The forest reflection slowly blurs within the many edges of glass, and when it finally stops all that is left is you. No trees, no blight, no chaos, no nothing, just you. A flicker of something greater is nestled deep within its core, almost as if you're familiar to it, and it to you.

    It's so peaceful you instinctively close your eyes. Inhale. The silence is not empty or uneasy, instead, it's full and calm. Full of clarity, full of resolve. Slowly, you ground yourself, feeling the earth beneath you. The warmth you once felt in your paw now builds within your chest, as if the crystal was within. Here in this moment, you are reminded of who you are– why you have chosen to fight. When you open your eyes again, everything around you returns– but now? You carry the light within you in an indescribable way.

    Depict or Write the moment your Felvarg feels the warmth of light within their chest, the light spills free from your core as it reflects off of the pond before you.
    Mirror Unblighted
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Ginger, 1x Asters
    With the crystal you retrieved from your fleeting dream in paw, you face the tree where it all began. The blight clings to its bark like a curse, swallowing the tree whole without mercy. As you hold the crystal to the rotting ooze, its surface reveals only what should be. No blight. No decay. Only the forest, vivid and thriving, reflected back at you. It's as if the crystal remembers nothing of the rot but instead what the forest once was. It's as if the crystal chooses only to see the forest before the blight and refuses to accept any other outcome. As you study the crystal closer it warms against your paw pad, almost as if to beg you to keep it close.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg standing within the thick of The Briar at the tree where it all began, the world around you is swallowed in darkness but the crystal reflects nothing but health.
    Flickers in the Fog
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Bone Charm
    The warmth wakes you before dawn once more. The crystal is nestled against your chest, glowing in hues of gold and blue. It's beating against you, rheumatic and not too dissimilar to your own heartbeat. They are in tune with one another, almost as if they were one. You scramble to all fours and exit the hollow but something is not right. The forest is warped, familiar yes, but veiled over in a dense, colorless haze. The trees lean in strange directions, and all sound is muffled and distorted.

    The only color you see is in the crystal, and for some reason or another you feel compelled to take it deeper into the rot. Here now in the heart of the blight where nothing living left is thriving you approach the lifeless body of a rotten corpse. Remorsefully you reach out and when your paw touches it a light erupts outward in shockwaves that purge The Briar of the fog that once glazed over it. Color spills back into The Briar, and for a moment everything in sight is alive again. Vibrant. Beautiful. Then? Gone. You gasp, it was a vision or perhaps a dream? It felt real enough. The message is clear: The light is within you and while light alone may not save The Briar– through you it just might be enough.

    Depict or Write the moment your paw touches the corpse and how from your touch the forest comes to life, dancing too with death and rot.
    Held to the Hollow
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Fine Pigments, 1x Leather Strings
    Stood here before the tree consumed in blight you find yourself deep in thought. How is it that this very crystal sees not the rot? The tree obviously stands before you swollen in misery and discomfort. Blight oozes from its base, thick and putrid as it rolls down like oil and tar. With cautious curiosity you squint before reaching out your paw to take hold of the rot. Quickly the rot wraps around your flesh, nipping at it angrily as you flex your toes in disgust. Carefully you place your paw upon the crystal, allowing the two to touch.

    Light and dark clash in a violent burst of energy, it's so sudden that it knocks the breath clean from your chest as it sends you flying backwards into the underbrush. You scramble to all fours winded, and just ahead on the forest floor the crystal lies trembling and spinning. Its glow is twisted, uneasy and resentful. Almost as if it too could feel the rot or had feelings itself.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg at the point of impact when the crystal touches the blight, or otherwise after as you're winded on the forest floor.
    Born Again in Darkness
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Old Pottery, 1x Scroll of Knowledge
    Just as you turn from the rot you're met with darkness. There is no sound. No scent. No color. It's nothing more than a void, absolute darkness. It feels familiar, and eerily your hackles raise in discomfort. You recognize it not by sight, but something deeper. This is the very first place you ever opened your eyes. Where first light greeted your arrival to this world. But now? Only darkness. Panic crushes in from all sides. You crash forward searching for anything, meaning, memory, for hope. Then you feel it. The warmth of the crystal. Clutched tightly in your grasp, its warmth spreads like a wildfire through your entire body.

    A single beam of light flickers within your chest as you close your eyes tighter to focus on it. You recall the light you once saw in this place and with every fibre of your being you attempt to summon it. The shadows around you recoil, and you realize the darkness around you was never empty. It was waiting for your light to return.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg in the place they were born, and find the light within to make the shadows recoil.
    A Hollow Embrace
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Haunted Dreamcatcher, 1x Precious Gems
    The crystal is testing you, ever attempting to gauge your worthiness to wield the light. You stand before yet another vision too real to be imagined. A celestial being whirls right before your eyes and takes many shapes, very quickly it turns to rot except when it finally stops whirling and takes its true form you're left breathless and in disbelief. It's not a monster, no, it's not the beast that threatens you, no.. It is the Felvarg you love most. Confusion washes over you as you nearly panic. Is it truly them? A trick? A cruel illusion? The voice in your head urges restraint, then demands action.

    You step forward, emotions roaring within your chest as you prepare yourself for what you know must be done. Your loyalty to the light must be proven, even if it demands sacrifice. The shadowy figure of the one you love encroaches, threatening you with equal action. Celestial eyes peer out from the darkness around you, watching quietly, and though now words are spoken you know what is being asked of you.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg taking action against the rot that takes the shape of a Felvarg you hold dear. Prove to the crystal you have what it takes.
    Light Unbroken
    Rewards: 500x Felcredits, 1x Satchel of Peaks, 1x Achievement, 1x Title: Light Unbroken, 1x Sprig of Lavender, 1x Rune of Experience, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Fated Feather, 1x Amulet of the Queen, 1x Accessories, 1x Import Background Set: The Briar
    The grove stands silent before you. Blighted roots twist up from The Briar like a skeleton shielding the sun's warm rays. The air is thick with rot, heavy with death as you look left and right. This is the heart of the corruption, where the blight was born and equally where it must die. The crystal pulses violently in your paws, but so is your heartbeat within your chest. You understand now. Words won't cleanse The Briar of the rot. No ritual, no please, no blade nor flames will suffice. Even if there was a way to restore The Briar the blight would only fester beneath the ground until it brewed into a storm once more. No light alone would end it, not without purpose.

    You hold the crystal high above your head as spectators approach from within the twisting dead forest to observe you. It responds to you by flaring until its heat becomes so unbearable that you nearly drop it. Even still you grasp tighter, refusing to buckle beneath the pressure. You close your eyes and allow the light to seep within you, the light is so bright that those watching have to shield their eyes. You're not only yourself, you're the light in equal parts.

    You surge forward, flooding the grove in a blinding wash of brilliance. Not flames, but instead a purifying wave of heavenly bright. The trees and rot around you crack and scream. At first it's deafening before everything falls silent. The blight is consumed, peeled away layer by layer until only ash and memory remain in its place. You collapse on the forest floor battered and broken. The Briar has been purged from the blight and to everyone's disbelief it's as if it never existed. Those watching help you to all fours as your weak form takes The Briar in, finally in health but within more than a vision. The same creature you touched of rot prior stands proudly upon the horizon gazing onto you as if it is eternally in your debt.

    Depict or Write your Felvarg having become the light, purging The Briar of all blight and recognising the rot is no more.