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.

▶︎ 03.27.18 Several OOC actions can now be redeemed for crystals! (Read more!)

03.21.18 The Slidr River Valley now has a (wip) map! (Find it here!)

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

03.05.18 Moderator auditions are upon us! Think you can benefit Fim as a staff member? (Read more!)

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

02.25.18 OTM voting has opened! Select your winners today! (Read more!)

02.21.18 OTM nominations are open! (Read more!)

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

02.13.18 "Kcsssh, Houston, we're ready for landing..." You heard it! The new Fim is open! (Read more!)

✿ 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.

▶︎ 05.15.18 Vromme's throne has been claimed! All hail Geminus!

04.28.18 Vromme's throne is empty and needs a new Sovereign! (Read more!)

04.07.18 Strange forces awaken in the territories! What ever could have caused them? Ambrosius, Vromme, Tryggr, and Exiles. And Andante takes the Tryggr throne!

03.13.18 An Ambrosius Sovereign rises; long live Caelian!

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

Character of the Month

Caelian!

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The Amethyst Cave!
Ad & Aff Plotting Updates FAQ Arcana History Graphics Discord

And the stakes get higher

Revan

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
17.2hh
6 Autumn ☁
played by mono
30 crystals
1 posts

Conqueror — he had overthrown systems and left ruin and carnage behind him. The wars his people had waged had brought entire nations to their knees. He knew the trembles of combat. Leaving a place intact and untouched was something strange to him. New. Revan had never stood before a Kingdom with no intentions of devastating the people within. It had been the first time in his life that he had left the borders of a land not his own and had done nothing to ruin the inhabitants. His Master would have called him soft.

He could hear the disdainful croak in the back of his mind as if the old brute was still living and lurking in the shadows. Ah, how the Empire would loathe to see him now. His interests had shifted in the months since his departure from his homelands. Now he was merely curious to watch, learn - find himself outside of mold he was shaped to fit.

His journey from that strange, god-ruled lands had been uneventful. The weeks had gone by in a strange, almost peaceful way. It wasn’t until the soft pulsing magic he was so use to possessing had begun to fade that he truly noticed he was somewhere again. Under the cloth his brow furrowed gently. Where. A quiet huff escaped him as he paused to try and refocus himself. His ears strained to hear something, and a deep breath was drawn inwards.

A tree. Gently he reached out to caress his nose against the rough bark. Not just a simple sapling blowing in the wind, then. No, this one felt large - substantial in a way he had not witnessed before. Slowly Revan shifted until his shoulder touched the large, twisted root. Carefully he stepped forward and allowed his touch to guide him. His movements were cautious but instead of meeting the large trunk of the tree like he expected his path continued onward.

His brow furrowed more. Strange. For a brief moment he found himself longing for the magic to guide him. It wasn’t a necessity but it was a comfort he had perhaps begun to rely upon far too much.

He continued onwards, his steps - though careful - remained surefooted with a grace he forced himself to retain.

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art by owlunai



Kismet

Storyteller

Moderator
Equine
Stallion
10hh
Immortal Spring ✿
played by NPC
610 crystals
48 posts

be swift!


Something is happening! Your greatest weapon in the Bifrost is your sight. Though it may at times also be you enemy, for the ancient tree is not entirely against parlor illusions, inevitably it was what saved your average traveller from the depths of drop offs. Or from eternally walking circles. But where sight lacked, other senses would support. Touch guided Revan now, but the wrong path very may lead him towards his downfall, for the root that led him now did not take him away, but within. Of course, the temperature would drop due to the shadows and the subterranean temperatures. Not only that, but the air would hold a moisture. Sapped from the rapids that roared beneath on the other side, the eternal tree was forever feasting upon it's private well, and the grounds displayed the over abundance of necessary water. He'd feel it. It'd
hang in the air. And the wind.... it'd whistle in his ear, a constant companion attempting to share a secret meant only for his lone harks. But what was it saying?

The future of our traveller is blurred... the path he follows will eventually harshly turn, almost back on itself. Three paths disperse from his corridor, one forward if he were to venture several steps from the gap, and one immediately to his left if is to pivot. Without sight, they are an enigma... which will he choose?

Revan has taken to the Bifrost. Time to navigate your way through to enter the Slidr River Valley!

Kismet

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
15.2hh
4 Summer ☀︎
played by Randalin
80 crystals
7 posts
Revan


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Her time thus far in these new lands left a stale flavor coating the base of her tongue; she had grown used to the adventures and split second decisions of her companion, Marrow. Thinking of the pale man brings a sliver of light to dulled happiness and she shifts her stance a bit to resettle the borrowed dark cloak of his. The movements stir the air into her nostrils bringing with it the earthy scent she knows solely belongs to Marrow. A smile dances across her face, there for but a moment but long enough to further lift down spirits.

She moves from her resting place, no longer content to stand and wait for the man consuming too much of her thoughts to return from his latest lark. He had enticed her to join him with promises of sticking together through it all, seeing the world as a pair and swearing friendship strong enough to ease the sting of leaving all that is familiar. Yet, here I am, alone and curiously pining for more affection than I should.

Lately her emotions have grown conflicted, attraction to Marrow building beyond appreciation for his finely drawn features and radiant personality. Quiet steps lead her further from the place she said she’d wait for him, her temper both at herself and him gaining the upper hand. I’ll not be a fool any longer. She decides then to explore on her own, thinking that some distance may be what she needs to reign in the tempestuous emotions.

Subconsciously she finds herself back at the beginning, the tunnels where they were chased, and she stares into the shadowed spaces for a minute in contemplation. An idea sparks. Her magic became trapped under charcoal skin at a certain point in this maze or perhaps even earlier, but she wonders if she can figure out exactly where. In response to Kismet’s heightened agitation she can feel fire curling and spreading under her skin though none reveal themselves. One thousand curses upon this land! She mentally screams; gypsies do not curse lightly.

She moves into the twisting tunnels quickly before she can rationalize the futility of searching for the point in time where flame is restored. Making quick work of the trails, miraculously as the way out had not been made so clear during the initial trip, she sees brighter light once more. The shifting sound of a sure-footed gait reaches her ears from off to the left and fear skates its way down her spine. Cautiously Kismet backs away, out of the path of whatever creature is emerging. From the safety of a nook created by twisting tree limbs she watches and waits; the air steadily growing cooler while simultaneously becoming almost humid.

What is happening? The urge to flee ignites her veins but still, she holds her position and after several long minutes she is pleased to have done so. A tall man emerges, draped in silver armor and slowly passing her by. She is surprised that her shock of orange hair goes entirely noticed by him; even the blackest shadows usually have difficulty completely concealing it. Quietly she greets him before he gets too far ahead, ”Hello.” The change in the atmosphere needles the back of her mind, but Kismet's curiosity is limitless; she wants to know who else is wandering this wretched place.




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