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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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...

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Corvina

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
15.2hh
8 Winter ❅
played by Agrize
20 crystals
1 posts

It would make for a far more interesting tale if I told you Corvina was someone of importance. An ousted queen from a distant land running from the ire of her own people or an ostracized knight with no yearning to return to the place they once called home would make for excellent stories. Even a simple peasant in search of a better life with a side of adventure would offer a little something.

But Corvina is none of that.

She might as well be nothing at all at this point.

There are no titles for her to claim. Her name won't echo through the warm rooms of a tavern as a bard sings of her grand conquests. Anything she ever was died along with the rest of her homeland years ago. And even then, there wasn't much lost.

There was very little Corvina learned during her childhoods. At least nothing she could put to use nowadays. Such a pampered life she'd lived-- braiding hair, polishing hooves, and learning how not to slip on the marbled floors --but none of it taught her how to really live. What could serve as food if the obvious options were nowhere to be found? And how could she find a source of water if she finds herself stuck in a barren land? Should she become the target of a hungry predator, what course of action should she choose to take? And yet, Corvina managed to overcome such challenges and then some. Of course, it left her physically weaker and visibly skinnier. Mentally she was more withdrawn and flighty. But, she was alive. Whatever brought her this far to inspect the massive tree with weary eyes, whether it be her sheer will to survive or a lot of luck, would receive her thanks later. First she had to find a way past the tree...if that was possible at all.

She could see no way around the tree and even if she had been gifted with wings the journey over the tree looked impossible. A sigh of defeat parted her lips. 'I'll turn back later,' Corvina thought, resigned to the thought of retracing her journey in search of a better place than this. Rest came first, though. Approaching the tree, the young mare bent towards the ground but something made her pause. From between her tangled tresses, the slight illumination cast by the glow of her eyes painted the bark of the tree with soft blue tones. What looked like a simple hollow crevice many trees come to bear appeared to be not so simple.

Corvina rose from the ground and leaned closer. Prodding the crevice with her nose, she could feel nothing on the other side. The more she prodded, the further her nose went until her head was enveloped in the cool darkness. Turns out there was a way past the tree. It was through the tree.

With hesitant steps, and in spite the worrying twist in her gut, Corvina entered. She could always turn back if she felt something was indeed wrong, right?


tags: open! | notes: finally <3 | words: 511

Storyteller

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

be swift!


Something is happening! Yes, come closer. The creature watches from the darkest parts of the shadows; his appetite to consume and destroy leading him closer to the surface of the root system than he has ventured in eons. Glowing eyes guide him closer, his body creating a gentle sliding noise against the dirt paths while a cackle builds in his chest. He holds his forked tongue, suppressing the noise into a quiet hiss. It matters not, the mare has ventured close enough he can nearly taste how marvelous her flesh will be while he pumps her small body full of paralytic venom.

He coils, ready for her to round the next bend; his hollow voice scrapes the air in a disturbing way; nails to a chalkboard. ”How kind of you to make this deliciously easy.” She cannot see him, but those glowing eyes reveal her position and he arranges his coils to block every path but one. He is much larger than any snake in these lands, his body nearly too large in height to fit through the tunnels and long enough that he keeps numerous sections of his body coiled when he comes to rest

The tip of his tail slithers around, curling and weaving through the maze, until it finds its target. With a quick flick brown and black, he crashes his whip-like tail into the back of her hind legs. Come and play. The coils shift to reveal three choices of trails; a toothy smile awaits at the end of one.


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





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