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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Rowan

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
15.2hh
4 Autumn ☁
played by N A K I
20 crystals
1 posts
everyone is king when there's no one left to pawn

Rowan had grown cold and bitter, a rock hard metal shell to protect her delicate heart.

A heart, I might add, that had been broken and shattered so many times that the pieces never fit back together.

What brought her to these lands didn't matter, nor did her reason for leaving the lands she'd come to call home. It was the same as always, corruption and taint, death, decay, and a never ending cataclysmic cycle that would likely leave her a pile of dry bones at the end. She had to steal herself, had to make sure that no one got close again--not after Elysium and not after the City.

Her hide was covered in the blood of some fool who'd attempted to force himself upon her, staining the pale creme reddish in places. Mainly smeared upon her spotted and speckled muzzle, but flecks had come and splashed upon her chest and legs. If her horns had been paler by nature, one would certainly see the drying crimson upon them. Rowan had no sympathy for the wicked, even if it meant she had no sympathy for herself.

So it should come at no surprise when the young blood-witch does not stop and gawk at the mighty tree. Perhaps she would have as a younger girl, but not now. Instead she plunges with out fear or remorse or even a moment of thought deep into the winding roots of this behemoth. Her head is low, her mouth is snarled, and she can't help but want to scream at the voice in her head--her own consciousness to whom she rather would like to destroy all together.

And so the foolish woman headed into the unknown with out a care for her own fate.


Art:me

Storyteller

Moderator
Equine
Stallion
10hh
Immortal Spring ✿
played by NPC
920 crystals
69 posts

be swift!


Something is happening! They we’re always broken. Whatever wicked gods, spirits, or omnipresent sentience that write the strands of fate must have found pleasure in the darkness of tortured and irreparable souls. It meant there were only two types of creatures in this world, and each wore the distinct mask. Those that had yet to yield beneath the insurmountable weight of the universe’s fate script would gawk at the tree with a naive charm; For was there not wonder to behold?

Then the broken... shadows etched into their faces, darkening even the lightest of tones, and they stopped little to marvel at the great expanse of the tree. For was it not a marvel? The Bifrost stretched so high it’s leaves hid behind a veil of clouds, and its ghastly grey bark seemed to still cling to a youthful supple that betrayed its eons of age. Yes... it was a marvel. And this young girl did not care to see.

She dove into the underground without a tardy or pause. The mantel of a princess hung in her past, but it was nothing but ash and twisted iron now. Perhaps she felt at home in the shadows below, where the damp and cool washed over her. Perhaps she found some catharsis in the full drips echoing through the corridors below. Beneath there was an unkind silence... it demonstrated the untrustworthiness of the Bifrost’s labyrinth. But... the shadows weren’t always bad, where they?

A red faerie light illuminates the otherwise piercing darkness. It dances along the bloodstained princess’ eyes and sends the rest of the paths into the abyss of oblivion. It hovers a moment, waiting for her to come near, before the crimson glow silently floats further into the recesses...

Rowan has entered the Bifrost! Survive the trials ahead to enter the Slidr River Valley!




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