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.

▶︎ 9.9.18 We are holding an activity check! (Read more!)

8.15.18 New and improved spotlights have arrived! Vote for your Of the Season now! (Read more!)

07.25.18 Please welcome Cinder and Agrize to the staff team!

07.24.18 Mandate updates, House leadership, and new layouts! Whaaa? (Read more!)

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!)

Autumn Year 501 | The heat has broken, and the trees of the Valley begin their transition from emerald to citrine and rubine. The temperatures steadily drop as the progression of Autumn claims all of the Slidr River Valley and plunges it into the hallowed solstace. Snow already weightlessly falls from the sky on cold nights - especially to the North and West. The Laurel Alps and Frior Mountain Range begin the process of wrapping themselves in thick white blankets of snow, leaving the once purple snowcapped border of the continent a stark white crescendo on the horizon. To the East, the heat wave has finally broken. The staggering temperatures have fallen simply from the harsh miles of wind sweeping from the mountainous vales and into the bowl of the desert. Those huddling in the Frekr Oasis for salvation will find the nights frigid. Best light the plinth fires and stock up for the winter, for it is just around the corner.


▶︎ 10.17.18 Higurashi Kagura is now the Jarl of Grosugr!

10.15.18 Vromme is holding a House meeting! (Read more!)

10.11.18 Ambrosius is holding a grand party! All of the Valley is welcome! (Read more!)

10.06.18 The Challenge for Vromme's throne is complete! Congratulations, Bones! (Read more!)

09.17.18 Vromme's throne is once again empty! Will someone come forward to claim it? (Read more!)

09.01.18 Autumn has descended upon the Slidr River Valley and Vetr Wasteland!

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!

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Faelan!

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Mr. Skeleton Bones

Face Claim: A Skeleton ♕ Voice Claim: D3 Necromancer ♕ Scent: Earth & Decay


Bones may have been an attractive horse at one point. That is, if all his bones even came from the same horse. He stands at seventeen hands, though his lanky appearance makes him appear taller. There is no flesh, muscle, or organ to his frame. He quite literally just the frame. A walking skeleton, Bones is a reanimated corpse that was long since picked clean by scavengers. His bones, magically imbued with his creator's powers, are bluish in color. At night they appear translucent, allowing moonlight to filter through them.

The lack of muscle around him, allows his bones to move in ways that a natural horse would not be able to. Specifically his neck which he often cranes at horrifying angles that no real equine should be able to accomplish. Resting within the cavern of his skull is a singular golden orb that serves as his eyes. When he sleeps the light will dim and go out, which causes Bones to rest as if he was no more than a pile of bones.

Some thin strands of hair hang from the end of his tailbone, though his tail is nothing to write home about. Stringy and prone to breaking, the strands seem to glow with the same light as he does during the night. A few golden chains hang from his neck, hooked around pointed parts of his neck. Obsidian charms dangle from them, though they seem to serve no purpose and he frequently loses them. Strapped around his spine behind his ribs is an hourglass that never seems to run out of sand. Like the hourglass, Bones leaks sand from his rib cage. Sometimes it's no more than a few specks of sand and other times it's a torrent that would rival a waterfall. If one needs to find him, the easiest way is to follow the sand.
Bones is...an odd duck. It can be assumed that some of his basic personality was inherited somehow from his creator. Though he never met said creator, therefore not knowing he's dead, it's easy to see how it would influence him. Bones is rather dense when it comes to picking up on social cues. Humor, especially sarcasm, are lost on him. With no brain to speak of, he relies solely on what he's hearing and seeing. (Despite not having ears or eyes.) He takes everything at face value and sees no reason for anyone to lie to him.

Bones has a few odd quirks, as well. He tends to speak entirely in rhymes, occasionally offering a riddle or two. He has a desire to join in most conversations and is known to insert himself by speaking or merely rattling his jaw in the direction of someone he wishes to speak to. He seems to flip between non-stop chatter mouth and man of very few words rather effortlessly. He does not have mood swings the way living horses do, but will occasionally feel symptoms of 'sadness' or 'happiness' and act in a way he has picked up from watching others.

One thing he actual does find himself becoming annoyed with is breathing. Though he is unable to make the connection that breathing equals living, he gets easily irritated when others breathe on him. Bones thinks he's alive. Perhaps it is some unconscious wall put up to prevent him from thinking too hard about the fact that he doesn't breathe-- but it bothers him.
What Bones made of his life before he was raised is a mystery. Not even the skeleton himself knows what happened during his first life. His "life" began the moment he was raised. An elderly necromancer by the name of Jorrik knew his time had come. He searched high and low for a sufficient specimen that had not yet begun to rot-- however he could find none. He stumbled across the scattered bones of a stallion long deceased and did what he had come to do. Using what was left of his essence, Jorrik closed his eyes and began to chant. The bones found each other, stitched together by some unseen force. Jorrik imbued the walking skeleton with the last of his essence.

And as the light faded from Jorrik's eyes, a singular light formed within the empty cavern of Bones' head. It glimmered, illuminating his eye sockets and bringing life to what was once dead. Though not truly alive, Bones was more than he had been before. While he was not truly alive, nor was Bones a dead thing. He was no longer discarded, bones left to bleach in the sun. Long since picked clean by scavengers, Bones was exactly as his name described. Bones. Though he had no memory and no true self, Bones would travel through the world as best he could.
NECROMANCER
' . . . '


Like his creator, Bones is a Necromancer. That makes him skilled in uses bones and corpses to his advantage. Whether it's using them as missiles or raising an army of undead to serve him. While in his magic's infancy his powers will not be too impressive and will take a lot out of him, though as his skill grows so does his confidence and ability to perform more advanced arcana without tiring.

Apprentice
In the early stages of his arcana, Bones will be rather limited. He will only be able to raise the undead that have been dead for a short amount of time. If they have begun to decay too much they will be beyond his ability. He can however pull bones from the earth, though they will be nothing more than small projectiles he can launch as a weapon.

Adept
Once reaching the rank of adept, Bones can now raise creatures that have been dead for a significant amount of time. They cannot be completely decomposed down to their bones. His bone summoning has become more proficient and he can use it to create shields and walls around him-- or even just summon spikes of bones from the ground to impale. He can also pull those bones around himself or others to create armor.

Master
He can now raise creatures of any age to aid him, no matter how long they have been dead. The bones he can pull from the earth are now much larger and stronger, able to create large constructs and animate them to his will. His bone walls and shields are now much stronger, able to corral large opponents and protect him as well.

Virtuoso
Bones is now an exceptionally talented necromancer! He can raise any dead body he comes across and even keep them "alive" for as long as he so wishes, as they will be tied to his will until he dismisses them. His bone summoning is exceedingly powerful now and near unbreakable without the aid of some equally strong arcana. He can now create massive creatures, larger than the smaller constructs, of bone that will listen to his will and his alone.
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design and reference by teamsalvatore122
pixel by disgusted-noise
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ooc Kiwi
posts18 view all
rank Sovereign ♕
age & season 12 Winter ❅
species Equine
height 17hh
sex Stallion
mate None
status Offline
crystals 145

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