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.

▶︎ 07.02.18 Mod auditions, SWP updates, and OTM announcements, oh my! (Read more!)

06.25.18 OTM nominations are open for July! (Read more!)

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!)

Summer Year One | The sun is high and it is long, and with it as are the days. Summer has claimed the entirety of the Slidr River Valley and in doing so has cast higher, comportable temperatures throughout the Southern and Central territories. The Western still boasts snow capped mountains, but mud slides are frequent and they are heavy. The North remains green, just warm enough to cultivate and brood the new life there, but the further you tred the lower the temperatures fall, their mountains still ice cladden and snow tipped. The East, the poor souls, is sweltering. At night the temperatures drop to the Valley's daily warmth. Little can be done to add comfort, and each day the Oasis becomes drier and drier...

▶︎ 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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Avarice

Exile
Equine
Mare
16.1hh
5 Winter ❅
played by Randalin
10 crystals
2 posts
Evandr

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Her travels had taken her across too many lands over the years, both untamed and settled, but nothing prepared her for the shock of seeing a giant tree standing proud amongst the much smaller foliage a year ago. Its twirling branches disappeared into the heavens while its roots twisted their way free from the earth to form passages and as she passed through them a strange feeling spread over her body. The magic in her blood faded the deeper inside the tree she ventured. The feelings its absence invoked confused the woman, she felt simultaneous relief and sharp loss. The talent for deciphering lies the last remaining link to her father and mother and the life she led before having to go on the run. Her heart hardened into a stone covered in ice the day they were executed and the weight of her frozen heart only increased as time wore on.

It is the four year anniversary of their deaths today and she cannot think of more fitting place to spend the day coated in the blackest of memories than the beaten down land she now stands in. A perfect match to the bitter despair wrapped around her like a cloak. Every minute is counted in her head as she hears phantom echoes of the crowds gathered to watch the king himself destroy the lives of two innocent commoners; her parents. White hair drags on the ground the deeper into the harsh wastes she travels but she does not worry about such things like others of her age are prone to do. Avarice remains trapped in a past with frayed edges and vivid memories. Even while entertained by any of her lovers over the years, she remained aloof and distant from them, never encouraging emotions and only using them for the pleasure they provided her.

They served merely as a distraction from the ghosts haunting her and the paranoid feeling of being watched developed after having to constantly be on guard and trusting no one.

The wind kicks up spraying her silvered form with red-tinted dirt but she pays it no mind. There is no one here to impress or cozy up to for the use of their body. Truthfully, she cares little for the carnal acts she once found so enjoyable; rather she desires nothing more than solitude and peace. During her year in Fimbulvetr she has purposely kept herself hidden away, avoiding contact with all others. She does not trust any of the creatures on this earth and convinces herself with daily reminders, the folly of placing her faith in another being. Her thoughts turn to the elderly woman who betrayed her mere weeks after watching her only family die; the woman wanted the reward her capture would bring. A bitter taste fills her mouth, though it is not the same to the flavor a lie would have painted her tongue should her magic be unlocked, and she snarls into the wind. A growl rumbles free from her chest and she gnashes her teeth in frustration.

I would see that world burn.






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