Welcome to Slidr River Valley, home to the strong, the brave, and the resilient. Challenging the odds surmounting against them, the Houses of equine fight in a power struggle for ultimate control over the Valley. With the Bloodless fading away after the First Great Winter of Three, Fimbulvetr, the Slidr River Valley is in a state of discord as the Houses throw themselves into an arms race for power. From predators to the gods themselves every day ushers in a new obstacle to overcome. Fimbulvetr is a literate intermediate-advanced fantasy horse role-play with a survivalist concept. The environment is designed to work against your characters as they move forward in their journey through the arcana riddled realm of Slidr River Valley. With an immense history and lore, we encourage our members to create locals and "outsiders" alike.

▶︎ 03.12.18 Fim has some new staff! Congratulate Briallu and Randalin next time you seen them! (Read more!)

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02.28.18 Clarifications have been made to the "How To Join" section of the guide book, and OTMs have been announced! (Read More!)

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02.14.18 Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Fim is announcing Auditions for the Ambrosius Sovereign and a new Spiritborne! (Read more!)

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✿ Spring Year One | After so, so long vibrant green begins to peak through the fertile mud washed in from the heights of the mountains. Buds are peaked through their baby leaves and the trees are blossoming with new emerald leaves. Fawns peek through the forests and fields and birdsong has returned to the Valley. The entirety of Slidr River Valley is open to it's people. With the rising temperatures and the increasing life, predators abound. Careful, travelers, for they lurk almost everywhere.

▶︎ 03.13.18 An Ambrosius Sovereign rises; long live Caelian!

02.15.18 An aurora borealis is shining at Smár Lake! Check it out!

01.23.18 Vromme's empty throne is taken! All hail Lilith!

01.02.18 Tryggr has a new monarch! All revere the mighty Brynja!

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Breakable is the first word that comes to mind when one has laid eyes on Lucia. She is small, lithe, her limbs thin and fragile, her cranium finely boned. Everything about her screams fragile as glass. Only..she isn't. Her mane and tail are both obsidian as is the majority of her body. Three of her legs are dipped in brilliant ivory, as if she hesitated before taking that final defining step. An uneven jagged blaze shooting up her slender face without rhyme or reason. Her dark coat will at times burn in the summer, bleached by the sun it can appear almost a soft roasted hue over the crest of her hips and the notches of her shoulders. In winter she returns to her normal ebony hue. Her ears are small and expressive. Most often pinned back against her skull. Her eyes are a pale blue that appear nearly white in certain lights. Reminiscent of deep ice. Luicia's hooves are a tan hue with silver stripes that run through them. Small and lithe. There is a crack in her rear left hoof, something that does not appear to affect her at this point in time but could possibly worsen under duress.
Lucia is actually a very simple mare to understand. Things are tit for tat with her. An eye for an eye. If you wrong her she will get even in one way or another. And she has no qualms with waiting to reap her revenge. She is possessive although not particularly motherly, at least at this point in time. Kind isn't a word that most would attach to her though she does have a sweeter side to her that not so many see. Lucia is fiercely loyal. Her trust is not easily given and hard to break. The West... Lucia retains a strong distrust of anyone that holds loyalty to a house there. Simply because it was a house in the west that used her and cast her away when she 'failed'. A yarl there met his death from a concoction of poisons she created. Her only regret for the incident is that she wasn't around to see him writhing in pain before death took him. She is not a cold hearted creature, she is not so easily labeled. She cares, too deeply, too strong, and so when she is betrayed she strikes back just as fiercely with venom of her own making. She isn't quick tempered or calm, like most she has some level of control. She does have 'triggers' per say that would easily send her into a furry. Calling her a whore or anything along those lines would be a way to get onto her bad list very very quickly. And if you find yourself with an incredible stomach ache for days on end after it was 'not' of her doing. Not at all. Vengeful, loyal, and intelligent. She is certainly a mare to have on your side.
Lucia was abandoned at birth. Her mother was never known but it was a sentry that found the filly still covered in the sheen of her mother's fluids and took her to the house of his yarl. After much deliberation, they decided to care for her. To raise her. His mate had recently lost their son and she was heavy with milk. The filly was a welcome distraction from their loss and gave the mare someone to love. Jina, or mother, as Lucia would come to see her as was a gentle mare. She raised the filly to be strong, and yet to be fair. The yarl paid little mind to the filly, thankful just to have his mate out of his hair for a while. As Lucia grew they would attempt for another foal again and again. But Jina was never able to conceive again. Lucia was two years of age when she first caught the yarl, Sorin's eye. She was full of life and beautiful. A youngster that already had suitors. But it was the selfish yarl that would claim her as his own. Jina would argue the point but was silenced by harsh words that criticised her for never giving him a son. Just one son, he told her. Just let me get one son from the girl and then I will never touch her again. Lucia was reluctant. Confused and uncomfortable by the decisions being made about her life. She expected Jina to step in. Sorin was her father after all...right? But no. That was when the entire truth would be dumped at her hooves. When she was of age the first foal was attempted. She agreed, reluctantly. She felt ill for days later. Flinching at the softest sound. Hating herself for something she didn't understand. Jina had turned cold to her. Resenting the younger mare for giving her mate something she could not. And with no one else to turn to she turned to Sorin for comfort. Finding herself returning to him even when he didn't desire to attempt to breed her. It became mechanical for her, giving her a purpose. She was broken then. The fracture lines beginning to show. She hated herself and she hated both of them. But she still needed their approval. Longed for it. Eventually, the first foal was born. Stillborn. It was normal, the healers told Sorin. First foals rarely survived. Lucia was conflicted, feeling both relieved and as if she had failed Sorin. And he of course only drove the message home. A second foal would be born a year later. Early and sleeping just as the last. There began to be whispers that perhaps it was not the queen nor Lucia that had the issue conceiving. But that the yarls genes were flawed. After the birth of the second foal he banished Lucia. Saying she was a witch, that it was her fault their foals were born broken. She was to be exiled and was locked away the day before she was to be sent away from his lands. She had learned much in her life. Plants that could heal, flowers that were poison, sap that could make you itch. She asked to see him, begged for him to come say goodbye to her. He came to her in a show of pity. Let everyone know he was a kind man, a reasonable man. His lips met hers in a gentle farewell. If only he knew the liquid that had been smeared there. The liquid he would lick from his lips and turn away with a curious smile. 'Always so sweet, my Lucia." Were his departing words. And she smiled. Smiled because she knew death would take him. And it did. She was escorted from his lands the next morning while rumors flew of the yarl and his unexpected death. She hated him. She hated her. She hated all of them for what they had turned her into, how they had used her. But most of all she hated herself for being weak enough to go along with it. Lucia found herself in the far east among others like herself. Exiled and banished. She is at home with them. The little black widow with the poison kiss.
Apprentince: Lucia is new to healing and the opposite. She has gained some knowlege that was not obtained via trial and error but just sprouted in her mind. She is immune to most poisons now. Could deliver them mouth to mind and not find herself in danger. Only the smallest of superficial wounds respond to her healing.

Adept: More knowledge has been born into her mind. Now immune to all poisons and some venom. When activated her hide can develop what almost appears to be a pollen like substance that clings to her hair. The substance appears to be very irritating to other equines, some even saying it burns. Her healing is now slightly better. Larger cuts and contusions respond to her healing.

Master: So much knowledge fills her brain. Foliage she has never seen nor heard of can appear in mind at will when she desires a cure or otherwise. She also knows where to find them, and what seasons they grow. The pollen like dusting to her pelt can no longer be conjured but her healing has increased. Very deep and potentially life threatening wounds can now be healed by her. She cannot tend to broken bone but cartilage will weakly respond to her coaxing. Behind her soft lips her saliva has begun to chance. At will a bite from her can make one feel ill for days but is not deadly unless they were already heavily compromised/young/ or old. This ability is a bit hit and miss at the moment, sometimes when she attempts to use it she is unsuccessful.

Virtuoso: Some diseases now respond to her healing. Some conditions as well. Broken bones are still beyond her grasp. Wounds of the flesh/fat/muscle can be healed, severity determining how tired she becomes. She knows all the plants of these lands and their possible uses. Widespread knowledge that is at her beck and call. She can envenomate at will now and her bite is deadly and corrosive. Stealing life from the victim in the matter of an hour or so depending on their prior health. Like stinging nettle, she can make just a brush against her hide painful and create a rash. Her knowledge is her only passive ability, the others must be activated.
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rank Exile
age & season 6 Winter ❅
species Equine
height 14.3hh
sex Mare
mate none
status Offline
crystals 10

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