03/04/2025 - 04/04/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Fel in Skoll's Strike

Freyja is confused, this much is obvious as she digests what is unfolding right before her eyes. You emerge from a dark corridor moments after Fenrir passed, only to have crashed into her sending pages from the books Fenrir sent you to obtain from Keijo’s Sleeve flying every which way. Suspiciously Freyja asks you if you’re alright, and your pause causes her to grow even more concerned. Her body snakes to one side as she keeps hold of the singular book she still holds in her possession, not yet having pawed it over to you. “Were you hiding from Fenrir?” She asks, boldly and bravely already feeling as though she knew the answer. Your heart is pounding in your chest, you could tell her everything perhaps? Explain the vision, explain what you saw in great detail. Fenrir’s lifeless body laid upon the forest floor as she wept before him. You could tell her about the mysterious Felvarg that led you to a stream in The Great Maw. You could tell her one moment you were blind, until you weren’t..

The more you considered the words the more you realized how ridiculous you sounded. Freyja would never believe you, who would? To give these very books to Fenrir meant you were sealing his fate to the unspeakable. You search for the same sorrow in Freyja’s eyes as you saw when she chased you through the forest on Haldor’s peaks eager to strike you down. This time though? Her expression was washed over in hurt and anger. You take a few steps backwards anxiously as Freyja steps towards you in equal paces, her tone sharp, “Think long and hard about this.” It’s too late for Freyja to talk you off the edge so-to-speak. It simply had to be this way.

With your mind made up you turn and bolt off down the dark corridor tripping over your own four paws multiple times in an attempt to free yourself of The Great Maw and those who now angrily seek you out from within. Each corridor looks like the last, the wet moss causing the cavern floor to resemble ice beneath your pads. You’re breathless, anxious and each way out is met with another guard charging towards you with a fierce purpose. Snarls and roars of honor snap behind you as you turn and blindly run in any direction that offers even the slightest hint of possible freedom. You’re being hunted, like prey in a meadow as the guards weave the passages as though they themselves had built them with their own four paws.

The only way away is up, and the further up you climb the more concerned you are that you might not find an exit of some sort. One final turn sends you crashing into yet another Felvarg, and this time It’s Esme. She seems jarred as she yelps when the two of you collide. You quickly scramble to all fours as you hear thundering paws approaching. Esme seems concerned as she rushes forward in an attempt to comfort you. When you back away in a panic she respectfully pauses, she can see the worry in your gaze, she can hear your heart pounding. She turns now and with the guards nearing the two of you she understands exactly what is happening. Esme turns back to face you as she leaps over your head and bolts forward. You’re confused as she clears you.

You take one last look at the guards as they close the gap, when you look back to Esme she turns and scolds you as she collapses into a trot to call back to you, “What are you waiting for, let’s go!” Can you really trust Esme? What choice do you have, it’s not as if you have enough time to create a list of pros and cons. After hesitating you spin in pursuit of Esme, who leads you down dark slips that would have otherwise been blind to the naked unknowing eye. Eventually you break out onto a cliff side. It takes only a moment to realize that hundreds of feet below you The Hungry Wolf pounds into the cliff side of The Great Maw. You look at Esme, and she gazes back at you with equal parts hope and fear in her eyes. Wait… she’s not expecting you to jump.. Pawsteps approaching from behind snap you back to reality as Esme widens her eyes with worry, nodding it to one side as if to gesture ‘what else can we do.’ She takes a few steps backwards and tucks her head into her chest as if to summon the courage she needed next.

Both of your chests heave with exhaustion as Esme speaks one last time before bursting forward and leaping from the cliff side with or without you, “Don’t be a fel in Skoll's Strike. Fenrir’s bite is what truly ended it all.” If ever words were going to encourage you to leap, it would be those words specifically.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg having leapt from the cliff side of The Great Maw, plummeting down into Hongerige. Your paws have only just left the crumbling mountainside as you're suspended in midair. This leap is hundreds of feet from the water below, hungrily the waves wait to receive you. Moss and foliage consumes the face of the mountain whole.

Reward:

1,500 Felcredits, 1x Chest of War, Peace, Power, Knowledge, 1x Long Lost Treasure, 1x Oracle's Bloodcursed Cleaver *, 50% Chance for 1x Essence of Trickery, 25% Chance for 1x Waterlogged Provisions

Optional:

All participants will be added into a raffle to receive 1x Cursed Helscroll.

04/04/2025 - 04/18/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Cloudburst Peace

The smell is unmistakable. The cool, earthy, almost metallic aroma of rain rides in on a breeze like a soft promise, stirring everyfel with anticipation. It lingers in the air, gentle and refreshing as Felvargs far and wide begin their own preparations. No matter where you are or how far your journey has led you, the rain will come. Everyfel, in their own way, takes a moment to breathe in the cool damp scent and welcome the approaching storm. As the first drops begin to fall, it gently taps against your muzzle, cool to the touch. As the rain picks up, the world around you begins to relax. The ground soaks up each drop hungrily and the trees sway in celebration. There is no fury to this storm, however, just a gentle sigh of relief. The stillness of the spring shower sets your mind at ease as a gentle reminder that there is beauty to be found in the quiet moments. Your thoughts begin to wander as time seemingly stops, giving you a chance to simply be. Perhaps you take this moment to reflect on memories of your past or turn your thoughts to future challenges or unknowns that lie ahead. Like the rain, life can be unpredictable. Sometimes it can be gentle and free-flowing or it can be fierce and destructive but mostly, it is temporary. Regardless of where your journey takes you, the rain comes for us all. It soaks the ground beneath your paws and washes a sense of tranquility over your soul.

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg as they take a moment to ride out the storm in their own way.

Reward:

1,000 Felcredits, 1x Elixir of Time, 1x Soggy Leaves, 1x Healing Salve, 1x Sprig of Lavender, 1x Favor of Nimh (Unique)

04/04/2025 - 05/02/2025 | 11:59:59PM IST

Eir

The forest of Melrakki hummed with the gentle song of spring from birds chattering in the treetops. A cool breeze carries on it the sweet scent of freshly bloomed flowers while the sunlight overhead gently spills through the canopy casting speckles of light that dance across the forest floor. It was the type of afternoon that felt like it could last forever until a series of grunts and bellows abruptly disturbed the peace as it reverberated throughout the forest. Following the calls, you find yourself face to face with the gentle giant at the mouth of Jotunhause. Eir beckons you to follow as he slowly enters the cave. The sounds of the forest gently fade, replaced by the lone hollow clattering of Eir’s hooves on the stone floor. As you venture further in, darkness presses in around you and the air grows stale with the scent of damp moss. The only light that survived was the soft ethereal glow of the ancient runes painted upon Eir’s pelt and they guide you through the twists and turns of the cavern.

The path felt never ending and you began to question if even Eir himself knew where he was going when suddenly the corridor opened up. You squint as the sudden appearance of sunlight filtering in through the cracks in the ceiling above stung your eyes, blinding you for a brief moment. Slowly, and through panicked blinking, the lush cavern came into focus. Before you, a mixture of ferns, ivy, and moss covered the ground. Insects chirped and fluttered about making the hollow feel alive. A small pond sat in its center, still and reflective, untouched for who knows how long. The walls are covered in paintings of ancient runes and intricate scenes depicting those who had visited before. The air smelled of sodden wood and fresh flora which proved refreshing to your lungs as you inhaled deeply and immediately felt at peace. You felt a calm energy surge through your pelt. You closed your eyes as a memory came to your mind.

You had heard of this cavern once in passing, stories of old passed down for generations of the tales of the sacred cave that held history that was numb to time. It is said only Eir himself can locate this cave and the only Felvargs who have been lucky enough to lay eyes upon it were those who were chosen and guided by the light of his runes. It was fabled to bring good fortune to the season to come should you contribute your own painting to the walls. Your prick your ears as you feel the air from a snort bring you back to the present.

Eir stands firm before you, his eyes studying your every movement as he patiently waits. At his hooves sat several hollowed stones that were filled with vibrant pigments made from crushed minerals and plants. As you dip your brush into the paint, you consider what this moment might mean. What message do you hope to impress upon these walls? What symbol calls to you?

Objective:

Depict or write your Felvarg helping Eir bring good fortune to this season by adding their mark to the wall of this sacred cave. What do they paint?

Reward:

1x Badge, 1x Geode, 1x Pawpaints, 1x Rune of Companionship, 1x Basket of Blueberries, 2x Mushroom, and 3x Rune Coins -or- 3x Felpoints (50/50)