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Mercy, The Bloodseeker 769 -- Official Import
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Felvargs Items for Sale
Falling short on being able to pay bills come the first, so listing some items for sale!
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Backgrounds - $20 USD each.
1x Import Background Set: Village of Reynir
Blessings - Varies
1x Hel's Hellish Heuristic Curse - $30 USD
1x Ulfr's Freakish Delight - $25
Companions - $25 each
1x Fox
1x Lionhead Rabbit
1x Squirrel
1x Starfish
1x Tabby Cat
Cosmetics - Varied, prices are per item.
2x Accessories - $10 USD
2x Clear Cosmetics - $15 USD
2x Cloak of Shadows - $20 USD
1x Eye Mutation - $5 USD
5x Flask of Illusions - $15 USD
1x Physical Mutation: Claws - $10 USD
1x Scar Kit - $5 USD
1x Swarm of Fireflies - $20 USD
Genotype - Varied
1x Ashen Modifier - $30 USD
1x Loki's Flask of Nightmares - $25
1x Rune of Healing - $30 USD
2x Shrine - $10 USD
Reputation - $3 each.
6x Chest of Knowledge
7x Chest of Peace
7x Chest of Power
13x Scroll of Knowledge
1x Elixir of Time ($10)
Tack - $10 USD each.
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FV| Healing Silence
Stormr’s frost laden peaks stretched up towards the sky, winter clinging to every rocky surface in a desperate attempt to keep its dominion on the island. Spring’s warmth had begun to creep in on the lower areas of the mountain, but the peaks still raged on with a seemingly endless blizzard. Some determined spring flowers had started to push their way through the snow, adding their vibrant splashes of colours to the sea of white. Waterfalls that had long been frozen started to flow once more as they pulled at the ice that had held them prisoner for a whole season. They cascaded down the jagged cliffs in streams of freezing water, bubbling against the rocks below. Steam rose where cold met warmth, curling upwards in tight spirals. But for all its perils, Stormr hid a treasure that called to Felvargs each and every year. They were all after the hot springs that rested half way up the mountains that promised a break from the seemingly endless chill that winter always brought. The journey
FV| Just As Sweet
The first breath of spring swept through all of Ulfrhiem in a gentle whisper, carrying with it the unmistakable smell of the season of flowers. Winter’s icy grip had loosened and the ocean lands of Hongerige had finally began to stir, their work starting up again as everything finally thawed out. Snow melted into small streams that flowed freely down rocky slopes, cutting paths through the bits of ice that stubbornly remained. The rivers bubbled in their new found freedom, their gurgling loud as they broke through the newly unfrozen ground. The sky above seemed to stretch on endlessly above the water, a shade so blue that it almost didn’t seem real. Fisherfel’s swarmed the docks of Hearth, hustling around with practiced ease to ready their ships to be sea bound once again. There was much to do after winter had forced them to moor, a lot of tasks had to wait for the spring to be tended to. Nets needed to be mended, sails needed to be cast out to air against the salty breeze, and hulls
FV| Map of Madness
The scent of ale and smoke clung to the air like a shroud inside the Broken Wheel. The tavern’s dim lighting casted long shadows across the room, dancing on the worn beams overhead. A single female Felvarg took her place in the corner of the room, cradling a steaming mug of tea between her paws. The scent of chamomile and mind mixed with the heavier smells around her, making it hard to focus on just one scent. Her gaze flickered to the weather parchment that was spread across the table before her, taking note of just how ancient it looked. Its edges were frayed and its surface was etched with symbols that almost seemed alive, flickering in the light of the nearby fire burning in the hearth. While she tried to cling onto the calm energy of herself and her tea, the room was bursting with raucous energy. Felvarg roared drunkenly over poker games that were not going their way, their voices rising above the hum of gentler conversations. Around their table pipe smoke twisted lazily into the
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