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.

▶︎ 06.10.18 A much needed (brief) update has been posted. (Read more!)

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.

▶︎ 06.14.18 SWP alert! The gory remains of killings litter the Red Wood's Last Stand. What could this mean for the Valley? Read more!

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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6 Winter ❅
played by tiyre
160 crystals
5 posts
It felt as though she had been frozen for time and times and half a time, though she knew it was just that she was somewhat sleep deprived and, well, she just wasn't handling the new and the all too well. Everyone looked strange, and of course by everyone she meant the one she had briefly met and the few she had seen. But none she'd come in contact with had the translucent skin of her homeland, and most had been rather tall.

She hated to admit it, but she really wasn't a fan of change, not when she wasn't controlling it. Sure, she had come here on her own and had known that the likelihood of it being rather similar was entirely improbable - that was one of the reasons she had left, after all, too many saying the same things and meaning little to none of them. But still, it was difficult to imagine how something was going to be different, and this was, well, different.

And now, instead of crazy stories to follow, it was misty, making the path almost impossible to see, even though, by the reckoning of her sleep-deprived body, it should be approximately midday. It wasn't dark, not really, so maybe her bodyclock wasn't excessively off, but it didn't feel quite right, either, and she certainly hated when her body lied to her. After all, she was not a queen meant to hear all the sorts of half truths and untruths that they needed to function. She was someone, not no one, for no da Analas could be nothing, but she would never be a leader, never wanted to.

She also had never wanted to go from lost to more lost, but, well, there she was.

i want to be adored

ooc ;; omg i haven't written in so long please excuse the craptastical mess
tag ;; for Ragnor but also anyone else who wants to pop in ^^


2 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
10 crystals
16 posts
son of

Ragnor loved when it was misty. There was an ethereal beauty that was a forbearance of since passed rains. It made the earth rich and supple beneath his massive hooves, and it wafted everything in a perfume that seemed to permeate even the strongest of natural colognes. All woods seemed enchanting with a dash of whimsy mixed with a pinch of extramundane. The cervidae, your average doe and stag, with their lithe figures seemed almost like haunting angels, or perhaps demons if that's what you prefer, skulking in the shadows and along the outskirts of one's vision.

But for Ragnor?

He just liked to sprint through the weightless spirals and columns of haze. He liked how they twisted and danced with the faintest of snorts, or seemed to silently explode as his rectangular visage plummeted through the brume. It always invoked a giggle betwixt his lips, and pricked his knees high though his rather large stature failed to capture the true grace of the movement. Never did he tire of it either, even as the sun began to fade. It was falling far later in the day than he was accustom. Winter's short hours of sunlight was all but a distant memory now, and the stretch of the golden hour had incapacitate the simple man's otherwise basic instinct.

So, rather than turn back towards the North and snow capped summits of Ambrosius when the hour became late, the man-child continued to explore until the finality of Bjarg inevitably stopped him. His weary but otherwise still churning legs stumbled to a halt in it's belly. His sides heaved with fatigue and the half-giant's bright chartreuse visionaries scanned through the haze of the trees. Orange pastels painted the sky with deep plum, casting the mountains into royal purple and obsidian as they fell into slumber. Shadows drew long and harsh through the mist, encompassing the entire forest with that bewitching quality only found in moments like these; past the rain, into the forest, in that harsh golden hour of a late summer day. For a moment Ragnor fancied himself lost, his harks flicking about about as a cloud descended upon his inner map. "Uuuuh..." he unconsciously uttered, taking several steps through the darkening mist, head a satellite searching for a signal to jog his memory.

WC: 385
Tag: Jesrith


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