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.

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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.

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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!

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[O] A New World

Thundersnow

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
11.3hh
2 Summer ☀︎
played by Larch
70 crystals
3 posts
She couldn't take it anymore. The treacherous terrain of the mountainsides, the knowledge that a predator might lurk around any corner, that a slip of the hooves in the wrong place could and would lead to a fall and a painful death. The meadows by the feet of the mountains weren't much better, either. Competition was so, so fierce and it frightened the small pony terribly. She had to leave.

Thundersnow dared not travel quickly until she left the steep slopes of her home, but once she was at the base of the mountains, she broke into a gallop. Her heart was beating so fast and hard she feared it might burst out of her chest. She had to get away from the meadows, she didn't want to think about what might happen if a stallion found her. Her nerves were so great that a passing bird frightened her onto her hind legs, ears pinning and a whinny-scream nearly escaping her muzzle before she clamped down on the unwanted noise. Her endurance was faltering; the white mare was forced to slow to a canter, but she refused to stop, not until she got away.

After who-knew-how-long, Thundersnow came across a giant tree with gnarled roots that formed a massive cave system; the only way forward was through it. Her sides were heaving and a layer of sweat covered her pale coat, but she forced her tired legs to keep carrying her forward even as every fiber in her muscles screamed at her to stop. She could only manage a walk, although perhaps that was a good thing. The Welsh could barely see anything in the cave system, and she hardly wanted to fall. A foalhood spent in the mountains and her mountain pony ancestry helped her with her footing. The clop of her steps echoed through the root-caves, putting the mare even more on edge than she was before. She hated this place even more than she hated the mountains, but she had to believe it would lead to a better home. She had nowhere else to go.

Jesrith

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
13.3hh
6 Winter ❅
played by tiyre
160 crystals
5 posts
She hadn't expected to come back to the Bifrost, but such was life. Getting lost had simply become just a "thing she did," though her father would be highly displeased to learn such a truth. First he'd have to find her, however, and if she didn't know where she was going there was no way he could. Right? Right? And if he was dead.... well, it'd make it more difficult. Not impossible, but difficult. Maybe. He was a sneaky little sneak, even shorter than she.

Movement from the corner of her eye made her switch, almost slip, the cold deeper than snow biting into her translucent skin. Was it him? Had she summoned him by her thoughts, by the wanderings of her mind? He couldn't be here - she would speak it as truth and demand it be so. She wasn't anyone worth lying to, and so it had to be right, had to be correct, had to be true.

And it was.

The creature she'd seen before they entered the tree-made cave was a white that seemed to put the forever-snow to shame, different from the blue translucence that had covered her father Josrun. She - a frozen breath revealed the gender - was smaller than the Jesrith, but seemed better suited to wander and adventure and get lost, though her tired haste led Jesrith to imagine that she could smell some stink of fear. And soon she was... yep, she was gone, courageously wandering what could be tunnels while the peach mare stood still. Why was she still standing here, it didn't make sense! "Wait!" she shouted, hurrying after the little mare. "I don't want to be alone." These last words were barely breathed, their inner echo shaking and quaking through her.


i want to be adored


ooc ;; ew my writing is gross todaybut Thundersnow is adorable <3
tag ;; Thundersnow

Storyteller

Moderator
Equine
Stallion
10hh
Immortal Spring ✿
played by NPC
670 crystals
54 posts

be swift!


Something is happening! It was always more interesting when two played the game of chance. Less so when someone was aware of the tricks and traps laid throughout the Bifrost's labyrinth. While Thundersnow was acquainting herself with the depth and the cold of the ancient trees inner sanctum, the two femme found themselves misguided by the very paths they trusted thus far. Though one would have thought the depths of the Bifrost would hinder sight, there happened to be enough light permeating through the braided and woven vines that rained down sheaths of golden aura that offered some aid to the females. Why, it would have been quite troublesome if the two had been overcome by their adversary while blinded.

The quick and steady click-click-click-click-click-click-click echoing down the corridors steadily increased. It had been previously hidden by the dripping of penetrating water from the ceiling of these caves, but now it could not be denied. Their location was joined with a merging path, equal in size, but shrouded in shadow. From it, that constant incessant clicking rushed forward. Through the darkness emerged a colossus centipede, it's claw-like feet itching and scratching at the ground, and it's mandibles gnashing as it blindly followed the pathways. Best hurry, for it's turned your way, travellers...

Thundersnow and Jesrith have taken to the Bifrost. Time to navigate your way through to enter the Slidr River Valley!

Thundersnow

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
11.3hh
2 Summer ☀︎
played by Larch
70 crystals
3 posts
Thundersnow heard hoofbeats, caught a glimpse of peach, and then a shout, "Wait," echoed through the air. The white pony spooked onto her hind hooves at the sudden noise, before calming as it seemed to only be a mare looking for company. "Thank you for coming to me," she said quietly, in a half-whisper. "I don't want to be alone either..." As the two short equines walked through the tree-maze, golden shafts of light started filtering in now and then, illuminating the passages. Thundersnow was at first grateful, but then she could start to hear quick footsteps - and she could tell they weren't equine.

Squeaking slightly, the white pony pressed herself to the peach mare's side, trembling noticeably. She felt safer next to someone who was an entire two hands taller than she was. For a moment, she contemplated closing her eyes. If I can't see it, maybe it won't come get me. But she knew that was a futile hope. More walking, and a distant blob came into view, rushing closer until she could tell it was a giant centipede and oh god it was so scary-

Thundersnow rose into an uncontrolled rear, letting out a terrified whinny-scream, mind numbed by fear and adrenaline. She turned tail and ran, shouting for the peach mare who accompanied her to follow. She took turns blindly at a full on gallop, her fatigue forgotten in her desperate need to escape. I don't want to die yet!

Storyteller Jesrith

Jesrith

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
13.3hh
6 Winter ❅
played by tiyre
160 crystals
5 posts
As an acolyte to the alter of snap judgment, da Analas knew the smaller (impossible), pretty mare was not a Queen, and had little chance of becoming one. However, her fear allowed Jesrith to back away from her own - not that she was scared, not that she hated being alone, not that she ever lied to herself - and assess the situation. It was cold. It was dark, though the odd light was hesitatingly called welcome. And the mammoth bug - would that be an oxymoron? That's a fun word, and she decided she'd call the centipede that, though of course never to its face - was coming, faster than she wanted to be possible. And what did the little mare do? She ran, of course. And I thought she was tired, the small-but-not-smaller mare grumbled to herself, though she couldn't quite fault the white. No, that was a lie, of course she could. Any perfect Queen of hers would willingly sacrifice their life for hers, because they'd know that they were worth so much more and she would switch them places and tell them "she got this." Now that both, the peach and the white, were running away, no one was getting sacrificed and the echoes made it sound like the creep, the oxymoron, was getting closer and closer. Oh, she'd obviously started running, too, but it was a breath and a half and maybe more than the other fleeing mare, hooves skidding and catching on the ground's odd surface.

On a positive note, Jesrith was no longer lonely, and she remembered exactly why she had hated the Bifrost. And knowledge is power.


i want to be adored


ooc ;; she's such a weirdo
tag ;; Thundersnow Storyteller

Storyteller

Moderator
Equine
Stallion
10hh
Immortal Spring ✿
played by NPC
670 crystals
54 posts

be swift!


Something is happening! Of course they ran. The mammoth centipede screeched, mandibles chittering as it's hundred feet kept skittering after them. Was it famished? Lost? Scared like them? Who knew what it's thousand yard stare saw or was thinking. The only discernible fact concerning the oxymoron was that it chose to pursue the same path they chose. In the wake of the burgundy frills of Jesrith and the snow white threads of Thundersnow. In the rush of adrenaline and the sweaty stench of fear, the path was all but lost to the mares and the centipede. Gilt light that once showered in - oddly, as would there not be further tree behind those roots? - seemed to take a sinister orange glow as they twisted and turned through the maze. And at their heels the entire way, the beige and burnt bug kept it's lashing mandibles seemingly barreling down upon them. Better run faster ladies... maybe it is hungry afterall.


Thundersnow

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
11.3hh
2 Summer ☀︎
played by Larch
70 crystals
3 posts
Thundersnow was tiring quickly. The sides of her barrel heaved as she drew in breaths, one after another, but she always found herself in need of more air. Perhaps she could have held on longer had her day been different, but she had expended too much energy on the way here. A trot or even a canter would have been more sustainable, but a trot or a canter would not carry her away from The Centipede (it was The Centipede and not simply the centipede to her now, because this centipede was special) fast enough, especially given her stature, and how it affected the length of her stride. If she didn't lose The Centipede soon, Thundersnow suspected her legs might not be able to keep up with the rest of her body and she might trip, head over heels, and become a crumpled heap of white.

Would it hurt, wondered the pony, to be eaten? Would The Centipede's mandibles end her life quickly, or would she be forced to endure the full agony of being devoured? She didn't want to find out. The light that shone through the gaps in the roots now turned orange, orange like Sunset and Sunrise and Fire and the flowers that sometimes dotted the mountainside in spring. Sunset was Bad, it meant cold and dark and predators that prowled the night. Fire was also Bad, it brought ash and heat and smoke and tears and the smell of burning life. But Sunrise was Good, because it brought light and warmth. So were the flowers, which signalled spring and the arrival of new life and warmer weather. Was this color change Good, or Bad?

"Do you have ... any ... ideas on ... how to escape this thing?" Thundersnow gasped to the peach mare. Speech took away precious breath that could have been used to run, but she couldn't keep this up for much longer anyway. Better to communicate.

Jesrith Storyteller




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