04/12/2025 - 05/17/2025 | 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.

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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)

05/03/2025 - 06/02/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Mielikki

Water trickles over the threshold leading deep into Sanna’s Grasp. It pools on the hard stone floor and gently flows outwards branching off into two streams. One winding deeper into the cave and one that snaked back into the tangled forest. Wildflowers thrive in the moist soil, fed by gentle flow of the stream, covering the muted earth in a kaleidoscope of vivid colors. A chattering of small woodland creatures could be heard nearby, calling out to each other and building their nests. A strange scent lingered in the air, rich iron smell entangled with the sweet fragrance of the blooms. You tilt your nose to the sky to catch a better sniff of it when a distressed roar echoes deep from within Sanna’s Grasp.

You flick your ear towards the cavern’s opening, taking an interest in the noise. A sense of unease pulls at your chest, you hesitate for a breath then weave your way between the two trickling waterfalls that guard the entrance of Sanna’s Grasp. The cool water soaks your paws as you step through the shallows and follow the winding river deeper into the cavern. Overhead, the ceiling opens up allowing large curtains of light to spill in. As you progress deeper within the caverns the distressed roar grows louder. The rich iron scent grows thick and heavy as it clings to the back of your throat. The sweet floral undertones nearly lost to the metallic aroma.

Rounding the final bend, you stumble upon a heart-wrenching sight that nearly takes your breath away. Mielikki, the mother of spring sits partially submerged in one of the largest pools within Sanna’s Grasp. A pool of crimson seeps from her sides, it spreads gently like smoke before fading into nothingness. Deep gashes cut through her once pristine hide and stained her fur with blood. Each wound carried with it a story of violence.

Auuna watches over the gentle beast, every fiber of her green cloak is soaked with a mixture of water and blood. Her eyes were tired and full of sorrow. Auuna glances up and offers a soft and gentle greeting. Her attention was fleeting as Mielikki let out another groan and she rushed to the great beast's side. Before you can question her she says, “Mielikki needs us.” Her voice was quiet as if louder words might worsen Mielikki’s pain, “I don’t know what caused such wounds, but I am doing what I can to ease what I can.”

Auuna’s pleading gaze meets yours, “I can not leave her side without worry. Bring me more flowers and herbs from the forest, place them here in the water. It will help her heal.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg placing a mixture of herbs and flowers within the pools of Sanna’s Grasp as the injured Mielikki soaks in the healing waters.

Reward:

1x Badge, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 3x Flora, 5x Aloe Vera, 1x Empty Vial, 1x Bear Cub, and 75% Chance for 1x Rune of Bountiful Berries