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!)

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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!)

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!

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[P] A Beautiful Melody


6 Winter ❅
played by Ara
200 crystals
21 posts

Silence is our Fate

The crumbling walls that made up the home of the ruling family had become something of an interest to the unicorn. It was a place unlike any other and she could spend hours just taking everything in. The vines that wove through the rock and the moss that covered the ground were beautiful in their own ways. She did have to watch where she stepped around the lesser traveled areas. The moss had a tendency to be slippery beneath her hooves and a fall down the mountain would not end well. She probably shouldn't have been exploring alone anyway, just in case, but it couldn't be helped. Sometimes you just had to be alone.
Being on her own also gave her time to think and get rid of some of the tension in her muscles. The mute couldn't scream into the sky but she could find other means of release. She felt somewhat foolish going around and kicking rocks off the sides of the cliff but it really did help. Ezera wasn't exactly sure what it was that she was trying to get rid of but there was something. A string of words moved through her head, none of them making sense, as she walked. If anyone was around they might hear one or two of the words but she couldn't feel any other minds.
It had taken a while but eventually she had realized that the buzzing had been a type of alert. Her magic had been taking hold and ready to use, although it wasn't the strongest. It was an interesting struggle to find the right word to convey exactly what she wanted to say but it made things so much easier. The mare still hadn't worked with it much but just knowing it was there was a comfort. There was no way of knowing if it would fully return and she wouldn't allow herself to really hope but deep down she did.
As golden eyes watched yet another rock tumble down the side a quiet breath left her nose. There really was nothing to worry about. They had found a place to call home, her former magic appeared to be returning, and everything seemed alright. And yet still there would always be a constant tension in the back of her mind that would never allow her to fully relax. A mixture of things had created it and nothing would probably ever take it away. All she could do was get used to it and try to distract herself by gazing out over the beautiful place she now lived in.

Ezera's Thoughts

OOC Iracebeth | Notes


2 Winter ❅
played by Soupi
20 crystals
27 posts

Settling in had taken some time. Of course those who had supported Brynja's rule had proved a difficult company somewhat inhospitable. But could she blame them? Their queen had vanished entirely and a colt half if not a third their age was the only one brave enough to do anything about it. And of course, Iracebeth and Ezera were the new king's family. They were as alien to the established members so she couldn't blame them for their standoff behavior.

So, of course, if the tight knit family needed someone to talk to they only had each other. She'd already been spending time with Andante, sharing their (special) moments away from the eyes of Tryggr. But a heart yearns for so much more than friendship, and when Iracebeth found her gilt hooves carrying her steady from the shadows of the fir trees and into the realm of Berg-Risi the young femme knew she wanted her mom. The grullo of her coat had suffered slightly due to the rising sun of Spring, lightening it and offering the slightest hint of tawny. Her silvery mane gleamed so brightly at times it could have been mistaken for white. And of course the soft speckling of gilt flakes in her horns and hooves dazzled in the longer dazes. She was hard to miss among the crowd, but so was her mother. With an obsidian coat that could have consumed stars and the tell-tale glimmer of a golden thread woven intricately through her lips, she too stood alone against the rest.

Today, she stood alone quite literally. Iracebeth eyed the closeness to the cliff face in which she stood with a slight distrust. Although they'd been here nearly two seasons now she hadn't grown quite accustom to the heights just yet. While they offered breathtaking views and amazing adventures, the young maiden still didn't feel as sure footed as obviously her mother did. She came up next to the mare, a soft nicker offered in greeting, and a swish of her silver banner. A smile dressed her di-colored lips and her bright treasure eyes shone with an affection only a child could know for it's mother. "What're you doing?" she asked absently, her voice always taking a quality of innocence around the mare despite her third birthday lingering in the coming months.

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