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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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.


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Marrow

Fjolltindr Commoner
Equine
Stallion
16.2hh
4 Spring ✿
played by Soupi
20 crystals
18 posts
MARROW
tor
CAMDENE

This world was... well, it was so different than the one Marrow had come from. Windhold had been a place of bluffs, of high winds racing through the stone castle, and salt spray beating at the base of all the cliffs their home encompassed. While there were still high cliffs - sheer and insurmountable - and even higher mountains encasing this realm in a sort of private shroud, there was no salt spray. It didn't ride the wind and make your noise crinkle after a heavy storm that had the waves spilling into the dungeons below the night before. No... the perfume of fir lingered in this place, even when you were in the fields of short, filling grasses and few deciduous trees. There were winds, yes, and they may howl in the purple and grey mountains dotting the realm, but they were not so constant as they were in Windhold.

It was a new place here. One of deep, sleepy forests and colossi mounts watching your every move. While the realm itself remained dormant, almost tired, he could not shake the prickle along his back, the one you felt when you thought you were being watched. It didn't seem to matter where he went either. He'd returned to the Bifrost, where he felt the sensation strongest, and walked the central territories with his dear friend. There was no where he went where he didn't want to pass a glance over his shoulder to see if some sort of spirit was following him, some shadow figure whose divinity was all encompassing but was curious about the new comer. Of course, he never laid a golden eye upon them - if they were even there.

Cloak drawn around his nape despite the rising temperatures, Marrow kept his personal affects tucked beneath the luxury fabric. He'd even made sure to adorn the halter-esque strapping upon his visage, the metallic navy tassels swaying with his quick and animated gait. His eyes, reminiscent of the treasure hoards below Castle Windhold, slid across the rolling fields that sat betwixt the heavily wooded surrounds. His cloak slipped from the last bit of shadows, leaving behind him the sleepy wood he'd traversed northwards. A river split through these pitching landscape. Even the fields were as wild as the summits surrounding them. His gilt hooves hid under a mask of dirt, and the alabaster feathering about them were stained a dull tawny. The dragging threads of his tail resembled silken low karat gold gained from the new found life of travel, only kept up now and again when an itch of his old life of luxury returned to him. But, for now, as he strode into the open expanses of Dael with his visage held high, he felt no such itch.

Rather, he liked keeping his feet upon the dirt road and traveling anywhere he pleased. Marrow had found great joy in it, and in the dearest friend he'd met along the way. He'd taken his cloak back from her now, mostly out of child-like security reasons more than anything. The thought of her had him truly check over his shoulder, the charcoal marks encasing his goldenrod orbs crafting a sharp and striking contrast. He faltered there, feeling the wind in his undone mane. Coils and kinks danced in the mountain breezes, happy to be free of the tightly done plaits that usually decorated his nape and banner. Resting now, and finally feeling like that sensation of being watch faded at the warm thought of his fiery hair friend, Marrow let himself relax.

WC: 594
Tag: Open
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Ianthe

Fjolltindr Commoner
Equine
Mare
15.1hh
7 Spring ✿
played by Mallory
30 crystals
4 posts


Ianthe

I feel small; but so are stars from a distance.

Things had...changed. While her father had sheltered her from the brunt of the political storm that had gripped the North for a time. Though the lilac mare was far from being a child, she understood his reasoning. If she had been in his place, Ianthe knew she would have done all she could to protect her children from the fallout. But it hadn't been as terrible as her mother had made it seem. They still had a home within their ancestral seat, were still allowed to pretty much do as they pleased, but did not have the luxuries once afforded to their disposal.

It seemed like almost overnight, Ianthe went from a Lady to nothing. She was no longer of any importance to the political wheel. Any potential marriages in her future no longer mattered, now that her father held no sway over the throne of Ambrosius. While Ianthe's parents had wasted away into nothingness, their purposes in life ripped from them, Ianthe continued to survive. She would not allow herself to shrivel and die like her parents had. What was a title, anyway? It was only some words; an empty gratuity based on their blood. Falling from her cushy spot within the nobility of Amrbsius might have been Ianthe's saving grace. Now she was free to roam without the heavy burden of responsibilities and expectations.

Yet, the vast world that was now suddenly open before her was...frightening.

Ianthe had never left the mountains of Ambrosius. Even though she had the freedom to do so now, the lilac mare found herself keeping close to the familiarity of the North. The mare wanted to laugh at the thought, recognizing the irony as her freedom as she followed the same worn paths she had walked on since her birth. Following the warn trail from high in the mountains, she followed the sloping valley down into rolling verdant hills of Dael. Grass brushed along her slender legs as her silken tresses whispered across the foliage, though Ianthe hardly paid any mind to her tail dragging in the grass. She knew the paths in the North like the very blood that hummed in her veins. Ianthe did not have to pay any mind to the paths that she took, knowing she could easily navigate the treacherous North in her sleep.

The mare's thin veil fluttered in the breeze as she paused, allowing her rose-colored gaze a quick sweep of the land around her. Though she may be of Ambrosius, it did not mean she was impervious to its predators or to the spirits that called the land home. While her gaze did not find either of those things at her heels, her rose eyes did find another rather particular detail moving about the landscape - someone new. It piqued Ianthe's curiosity, causing the lilac mare to abandon her original plans. Not many new faces were seen in the North; travelers were rare, even when Ianthe was still sitting in Ambrosius's court. Picking up a gentle trot, the mare crossed the sloping hills with ease.

"Hello," she greeted once she was close enough, her gentle voice breezy and kind. Though her face was somewhat obscured by the gauzy white veil, the glitter of her rose-hued eyes was hard to miss. Perhaps it would have been better to have forgone the veil today...

Marrow

"speaking here" - thinking here


Marrow

Fjolltindr Commoner
Equine
Stallion
16.2hh
4 Spring ✿
played by Soupi
20 crystals
18 posts
MARROW
tor
CAMDENE

Hip cocked and gaze still lazily hanging upon the forest behind him, Marrow heard the other approach long before he saw nor smelled her. A speckled hark flicked back at the first nary sound of hoof beats, but his treasured gaze was slow in responding. By time the young prince had swept his visage back round and held himself with what nobility and pride he had left, the other had already ushered her soft, warm, and almost angelic greeting. Both his dotted audits stood on end now, those invisible brows rising high in interest at the sight of the veiled woman. Her coat was the softest of lavenders, daring to even use the term. It was saturated, more almost like the rose-grey he'd seen painted upon some of the finer ladies of court. He recalled the sisters of their neighboring house, of their dapples just off from this woman's own hide. But where their's had danced with a roan of colors, her's was solid, almost opalescent. Marrow would have been lying to himself if he tried to deny her beauty.

"Hello," he offered in return, his visage arching as his foreleg bent and it's companion slid through the grasses in a well practiced bow. He popped up without effort, still maintaining some of the fluidity of the descent. Very practiced indeed. "My name is Marrow, my lady, Marrow Camdene." Introductions still felt strange on his tongue. Negating the long string of, 'First Prince of Windhold, Heir to the Throne, son of...', he almost felt naked despite the embroidered halter and thick, quality cloak at his shoulders. But, to stifle the disorientation of a lack of titles, the prince's soft velvet lips curled into a handsome smile, and his golden eyes seemed to try and pierce through that sheer, snowy veil. "Who do I owe the pleasure?"

Upon first glance Marrow seemed the rather foolish princeling that erred to the side of hazard rather than caution. But his outgoing pompous wasn't entirely devoid of some sort of security. The acute dramatics, or perhaps staged, mannerisms of the court had the tendency to woo those of lesser classes but was also expected by those of equal standing; and proved an excellent cover for covert, wordless information gathering. The flares of his nostrils were strategically placed, but allowed him to test her perfume without being rude. Perhaps it was simply a trick of his mind, but Marrow would have sworn she smelt faintly of lilac beneath the dense fir and high mountain scents. With all of it aside, however, she was obviously from somewhere nearby. Her air, her very atmosphere, seemed to confirm it. "Dare I be so bold, miss, but... you seem quite at home in these vales."

WC: 458
Tag: Ianthe
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Ianthe

Fjolltindr Commoner
Equine
Mare
15.1hh
7 Spring ✿
played by Mallory
30 crystals
4 posts

   

Ianthe

I feel small; but so are stars from a distance.



Normally the quiet of the valley was tranquil. Her daily strolls through Dael and its hills allowed Ianthe time to ponder and reflect on a great many things, though most days she marveled at just how much had changed in her life. Before the political upheaval that had come with a new sovereign, Ianthe's life was practically cut-and-cry. It had been planned out since birth. She would marry some other nobleman, or perhaps even a Jarl of another house, to gain some kind of political favor. Ianthe was closely enough related to the last Ambrosius king to be of some kind of importance - even if it was just to be a pawn. Yet, she knew that was her place in life. To be a lady, to be married off to some other politically important figure, bear and raise a horde of foals, then die. That had been the way of life for a lady of her standing for as long as anyone could remember.

However, the arrival of a new king disrupted that way of life. They had lost everything. Ianthe did not know what to do with her newfound freedom, now that there was no longer any expectations placed upon her shoulders. She wasn't important enough to marry off anymore and a lifetime of training was all for naught. The uncertainty of it all often led to Ianthe wandering around, though she had yet to try to go beyond the reaches of Ambrosius. The idea of leaving what was familiar was exciting...yet also very daunting.

The pearlescent mare blinked before shaking her head softly upon the realization she had been staring at the stallion before her. That was a great start - creep out the one strange newcomer that had come to Ambrosius for the first time in a very long time. That would certainly keep him around! She felt like a fool but tried to smother the feelings under a gentle smile. He was certainly interesting to look at, even Ianthe had to admit. Speckled and marked with various scars, it seemed like the stallion had seen plenty of things that Ianthe was itching to ask about. A cloak around his shoulders only added to his rogueish illusion. "A pleasure to meet you, Marrow. I am La -" she had begun to reply, before pausing as the title of Lady caught in her throat. That was not her title anymore, but she had yet to break herself of the habit of that particular introduction. With a subtle frown and a gentle sigh, Ianthe continued, "I am Ianthe of Ambrosius."

Mentally, she berated herself for such a silly slip up. Granted, Ianthe figured earning her old place back in this new king's court would likely be easy to accomplish...but for what? The same old things and to sacrifice the freedom Ianthe had within her grasp? That certainly wasn't appealing. She could have had her comforts back, but Ianthe was now acutely aware of the price that came with it. Yet, a life of being a 'commoner' would take some serious adjusting to. Maybe she'd ask Marrow how he did it. Surely an experienced traveler like him could give her tips and help ease her into a life behind the same boring borders. A soft laugh escaped Ianthe's lips while the joy she felt twinkled in her rose eyes. Despite her feelings about her new place in life, the North would always be home. "You could say something like that. The vales are strong in my blood. But...forgive my forwardness, you aren't from here, are you? Are you from beyond the borders?"


tagged: Marrow
notes: oof this is rough. I'm the worst.
"Speech!" Thoughts!

Marrow

Fjolltindr Commoner
Equine
Stallion
16.2hh
4 Spring ✿
played by Soupi
20 crystals
18 posts

She'd stared, but Marrow didn't find himself perturbed by it. Rather, there was a gentle twitch of that handsome smile that transformed it into a grin. After years at court, and years at the mercy of courtiers, the young princeling was acutely aware of someone admiring him. Of course, there was a bit of road clinging to his robust legs, and the trim of his cloak to add, but it did help with a wild and untamed appeal he knew ladies found to their liking. His visage cocked the other direction, the pearlescent of his horn winking in the sunlight, and his golden eyes did another sweeping glance of the maiden before her spell was broken.

And perhaps anyone else would have missed the slip up, but for the same reason he knew when a mare liked what she was looking at, he knew when someone was accustom to adding their trail of titles to their name. He too felt it's absence, but had been far more graceful in avoiding the embarrassing hiccup. "Ianthe..." he mused, his gaze drifting from her and following the invisible trail of words as they floated weightlessly up into the pristine blue skies and cumulus clouds. His smile broadened a moment, before settling back into a leisurely curl followed by the return of his gaze to her veiled crown. "A beautiful name for a beautiful lady." All of the words fell from his lips as if orchestrated a hundred, nay, thousand times.

While her name was surely reserved into his memory, as well as her striking and unforgettable image, truly it was her rejoin that he most desired. After the crude but helpful scavenger back in Bjarg had pointed himself and Kismet in the correct direction for the mainland, he'd desired hunting down another local. The other woman had been quite cautious of them - as if they were some ill omen. But Ianthe did not shy from him. Rather she found some solace and interest in his company despite her correct assumption of his time spent here. Again his lips flashed into a wider smile, and he offered her a curt nod of his mug. "Yes, m'lady. A friend of mine and myself crossed through what another stranger had called the Bifrost early Spring time. We're still acquainting ourselves with this place and...", a moment he thought of the great tree that stood above the clouds, considered its sentience and desire to entrap anyone who dared cross, "the magic that lives here."

Again he took a sweeping glance to the rolling landscape; stone and rock protruded through rough outlets throughout the vales but were rivaled by the brilliance of the wild flowers. Yellow, blue, and white all swayed softly in a gentle gale that howled down from the mountains enclosing them. Firs and oak rose high along the edges of the vale, while juveniles sprouted and offered shade throughout the open. "Ambrosius," he mulled over in his mind's eye. "You know," he began, taking one, two, three steps to the woman's side so that they stood shoulder-to-shoulder not but a sword's sweep away, "I too struggled remembering to exclude my titles for some time. Funny how something so small becomes such a thorn in your side, yes?" A chuckle bubbled in his chest and worked it's way out, casting the attachments of his refined halter into a small jig. "Do I find myself in the realm of Ambrosius, Lady Ianthe? They are quite marvelous. The snowy peaks are something from the old fables I was told as a lad."

Ianthe

M A R R O W
i am dumb to tell the weather's wind how time
has ticked a heaven round the stars





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within reasonable limits!
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@[Marrow]


Ianthe

Fjolltindr Commoner
Equine
Mare
15.1hh
7 Spring ✿
played by Mallory
30 crystals
4 posts
Ianthe
Lady of The Lake
Staring was rude, she knew, but it wasn't often that Ambrosius saw outsiders. Even before the current king - whoever he was - had taken the throne, outsiders were few and far between. They were an oddity and stood out at court. Ianthe's mother distrusted any outsiders that sought the safety of the last king's court, though. Thus, Ianthe was kept far away from any wandering merchants or mercenaries that happened to be traveling through the lands. Ismene feared outside influence on her daughter. That much was obvious to Ianthe now that she was grown and mindful of her own decisions. Before the disruption of their lives and the court, Ianthe's path was planned. Any outside influence could have damaged those plans. What if some dirty merchant had convinced her to run away? To question the status quo? Surely Ismene would have been utterly appalled.

But her parents were gone and so were their dreams. Their plans were swept aside by a young upstart who wasn't even from Fimbulvetr. Gone were any chances of political alliances, the perfect life she was meant to live, and the reasons why she could never leave Ambrosius. Even in the days since her own tumble from the court, outsiders were still rare...Or maybe she had turned into a recluse.

A gentle smile curved her lips as Marrow spoke. Ianthe tilted her veiled head slightly to one side. "You are too kind. Thank you." Rose colored eyes had ceased in their perusal of him, finally coming to rest upon the stallion's handsome face. He spoke of a friend, who was oddly absent. A quick scan of the terrain confirmed that. It made her wonder briefly where this "friend" was, whoever they were, and why they had not chosen to accompany Marrow on his trip into Ambrosius's holdings. Oh, Ianthe knew exactly of the place he spoke of. The Bifrost was a curious thing, one she had yet to see with her own eyes. Ianthe's brow furrowed slightly. "What of your friend? Did you part ways?"

Friendship was a curious thing for Ianthe. Something she had always wanted, but never got. She had been too isolated, too sheltered, too high up on the social ladder. It had been a myriad of things that had kept Ianthe lonely has a child. The loneliness had only followed her into adulthood. She hummed an acknowledgment as he spoke. In truth, to have lost everything that she had grown up to think was hers had left her off-kilter. Ianthe didn't quite know how to interact with anyone else, now that she was a commoner among them. In any other situation, she would have skirted away from being so close to anyone - especially a stranger...but now it was moot. "It has been...difficult, I will admit," she admitted reluctantly, still somewhat uncomfortable not having the shield of power to protect her. She was grateful that Marrow didn't linger long on the subject, changing topics with ease. A smile small tugged at her lips while mirth twinkled in her rose eyes. "They are, aren't they? Sometimes I forget their splendor, having grown up in their shadow. Perhaps I am biased, but Ambrosius holds the most marvelous views in all the land. Winters here are cold, but are divine." If there was one thing she was confident in still, it was her love and pride for the land she had been born and raised in. The blood of passed Kings of Ambrosius did flow in her veins, after all; it would be a shame to not be proud of the land that was her home.

tagged: Marrow
notes: This is a poopy post ;-;
"Ianthe speech!" Ianthe thoughts!

Marrow

Fjolltindr Commoner
Equine
Stallion
16.2hh
4 Spring ✿
played by Soupi
20 crystals
18 posts

Marrow Camdene

i am dumb to tell the weather's wind

Marrow had gotten everything he'd wanted in his life; adventure, companionship, and the chance to see what lay beyond the world of Windhold. And while his company, Kismet, had been one he would never squander nor trade, the runaway prince did find himself missing some aspects of his courtly lifestyle that he hadn't quite anticipated. The careful, calculated banter of bachelors, and bachelorettes, upon court evenings was an intense game. Surely, you must believe me! Those who spoke their mind were forthwith dismissed as uncivilized or bullish. But, methodical approaches to the very same claims could be instructed and illustrated, garnishing not only admiration but interest of other courtiers. While their game was not as poised as others he'd shared, Ianthe offered that slight sophistication Marrow's tongue apparently craved.

Again his gaze sweeps over her as she speaks, stealing the moment to admire her soft lilac pelt and ivory marks, even the gentle curve of her confirmation. If she had been invited to one of the Camdene's events, surely he would have sought her out and picked her as his lady friend for the night. But ironically, an inquiry fell from Ianthe's lips that brought Marrow's mind back to the amethyst painted and fiery haired gypsy, Kismet. A soft smile etched itself in the prince's lips, and his gaze fell away from Ianthe a moment, embarrassed for one reason or another. "I wouldn't necessarily say we parted ways, no. I took my leave this morning, much to her displeasure, for we're both quite new here. But I saw this place from afar and I had to explore it." A dashing grin pricked his velveteens further. "But I didn't realize that I would make a Lady's acquaintance, or I would have dressed better for the occasion." It was a harmless flirt, because he always started small. It gauged interest; she could just as easily decline his advances as she could accept them. And Marrow was a man of manners, never forcing a lady to his side, but rather coaxed for someone else willing to play the room.

As Ianthe described briefly her opinions of the realm, Marrow found his gilt gaze shifting towards the foliage and high snowy peaks. He wondered just what kind of kingdom could reside within here, and just what kind of king could rule them. Surely the people had to be hardy, and if he was so bold, he didn't pin Ianthe as the type. But looks were deceiving. Back to her he glances, his handsome smile still lighting his face with content and genuine. "Grew up here, did you? I could not imagine. Windhold was a far bleaker, albeit just as bright and clean, place... but Ambrosius pales it in comparison. I must confess, I am jealous of your years spent here. The adventures and sights you must have seen."


TAGGED: Ianthe
WC: 474
MUSE: 5/5

OOC: None


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