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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05.15.18 Vromme's throne has been claimed! All hail Geminus!

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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!

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Revan

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
17.2hh
6 Autumn ☁
played by mono
10 crystals
2 posts

Conqueror — he had overthrown systems and left ruin and carnage behind him. The wars his people had waged had brought entire nations to their knees. He knew the trembles of combat. Leaving a place intact and untouched was something strange to him. New. Revan had never stood before a Kingdom with no intentions of devastating the people within. It had been the first time in his life that he had left the borders of a land not his own and had done nothing to ruin the inhabitants. His Master would have called him soft.

He could hear the disdainful croak in the back of his mind as if the old brute was still living and lurking in the shadows. Ah, how the Empire would loathe to see him now. His interests had shifted in the months since his departure from his homelands. Now he was merely curious to watch, learn - find himself outside of mold he was shaped to fit.

His journey from that strange, god-ruled lands had been uneventful. The weeks had gone by in a strange, almost peaceful way. It wasn’t until the soft pulsing magic he was so use to possessing had begun to fade that he truly noticed he was somewhere again. Under the cloth his brow furrowed gently. Where. A quiet huff escaped him as he paused to try and refocus himself. His ears strained to hear something, and a deep breath was drawn inwards.

A tree. Gently he reached out to caress his nose against the rough bark. Not just a simple sapling blowing in the wind, then. No, this one felt large - substantial in a way he had not witnessed before. Slowly Revan shifted until his shoulder touched the large, twisted root. Carefully he stepped forward and allowed his touch to guide him. His movements were cautious but instead of meeting the large trunk of the tree like he expected his path continued onward.

His brow furrowed more. Strange. For a brief moment he found himself longing for the magic to guide him. It wasn’t a necessity but it was a comfort he had perhaps begun to rely upon far too much.

He continued onwards, his steps - though careful - remained surefooted with a grace he forced himself to retain.

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Kismet

Storyteller

Moderator
Equine
Stallion
10hh
Immortal Spring ✿
played by NPC
1,340 crystals
87 posts

be swift!


Something is happening! Your greatest weapon in the Bifrost is your sight. Though it may at times also be you enemy, for the ancient tree is not entirely against parlor illusions, inevitably it was what saved your average traveller from the depths of drop offs. Or from eternally walking circles. But where sight lacked, other senses would support. Touch guided Revan now, but the wrong path very may lead him towards his downfall, for the root that led him now did not take him away, but within. Of course, the temperature would drop due to the shadows and the subterranean temperatures. Not only that, but the air would hold a moisture. Sapped from the rapids that roared beneath on the other side, the eternal tree was forever feasting upon it's private well, and the grounds displayed the over abundance of necessary water. He'd feel it. It'd
hang in the air. And the wind.... it'd whistle in his ear, a constant companion attempting to share a secret meant only for his lone harks. But what was it saying?

The future of our traveller is blurred... the path he follows will eventually harshly turn, almost back on itself. Three paths disperse from his corridor, one forward if he were to venture several steps from the gap, and one immediately to his left if is to pivot. Without sight, they are an enigma... which will he choose?

Revan has taken to the Bifrost. Time to navigate your way through to enter the Slidr River Valley!

Kismet

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
15.2hh
4 Summer ☀︎
played by Randalin
110 crystals
9 posts
Revan


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Her time thus far in these new lands left a stale flavor coating the base of her tongue; she had grown used to the adventures and split second decisions of her companion, Marrow. Thinking of the pale man brings a sliver of light to dulled happiness and she shifts her stance a bit to resettle the borrowed dark cloak of his. The movements stir the air into her nostrils bringing with it the earthy scent she knows solely belongs to Marrow. A smile dances across her face, there for but a moment but long enough to further lift down spirits.

She moves from her resting place, no longer content to stand and wait for the man consuming too much of her thoughts to return from his latest lark. He had enticed her to join him with promises of sticking together through it all, seeing the world as a pair and swearing friendship strong enough to ease the sting of leaving all that is familiar. Yet, here I am, alone and curiously pining for more affection than I should.

Lately her emotions have grown conflicted, attraction to Marrow building beyond appreciation for his finely drawn features and radiant personality. Quiet steps lead her further from the place she said she’d wait for him, her temper both at herself and him gaining the upper hand. I’ll not be a fool any longer. She decides then to explore on her own, thinking that some distance may be what she needs to reign in the tempestuous emotions.

Subconsciously she finds herself back at the beginning, the tunnels where they were chased, and she stares into the shadowed spaces for a minute in contemplation. An idea sparks. Her magic became trapped under charcoal skin at a certain point in this maze or perhaps even earlier, but she wonders if she can figure out exactly where. In response to Kismet’s heightened agitation she can feel fire curling and spreading under her skin though none reveal themselves. One thousand curses upon this land! She mentally screams; gypsies do not curse lightly.

She moves into the twisting tunnels quickly before she can rationalize the futility of searching for the point in time where flame is restored. Making quick work of the trails, miraculously as the way out had not been made so clear during the initial trip, she sees brighter light once more. The shifting sound of a sure-footed gait reaches her ears from off to the left and fear skates its way down her spine. Cautiously Kismet backs away, out of the path of whatever creature is emerging. From the safety of a nook created by twisting tree limbs she watches and waits; the air steadily growing cooler while simultaneously becoming almost humid.

What is happening? The urge to flee ignites her veins but still, she holds her position and after several long minutes she is pleased to have done so. A tall man emerges, draped in silver armor and slowly passing her by. She is surprised that her shock of orange hair goes entirely noticed by him; even the blackest shadows usually have difficulty completely concealing it. Quietly she greets him before he gets too far ahead, ”Hello.” The change in the atmosphere needles the back of her mind, but Kismet's curiosity is limitless; she wants to know who else is wandering this wretched place.




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Revan

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
17.2hh
6 Autumn ☁
played by mono
10 crystals
2 posts

He longed for the gentle pulsing to guide him once more. He tried - attempted to draw the soft lull of power - but was met with a chilling block that cut him off entirely. His ability was severed for now. It left him completely in darkness with nothing but his other senses to guide him. His lips were tugged downwards into a thin frown. Perhaps it was some cruel blessing that a lack of sight wasn’t something new to him. His years as a lowly apprentice had forced him to adjust to a Master who would dictate his training in the harshest of ways. His steps were careful as he continued to move through the darkness.

Something about the air caught his attention, and a soft breeze tickled at his ears. Strange. He thought he had descended downwards. Whatever cavern of sorts this tree stood guardian over it was certainly disorienting. Revan felt his muscle stiffen as his movement stilled just a fraction of a second before a voice sounded. Loud. She was near. Closer than he would have liked but without his abilities he was left entirely unable to see her.

His steps still entirely as his head turned in her direction. He would have liked to have been able to sense her in any other way. Instead, he remained quiet for a moment, carefully assessing what he could. Finally, a soft breath escaped him. “Hello,” he returned.

Revan remained cautious with his shoulder keeping a gentle press against the root still. His tone was amiable enough, he supposed. Upholding friendly conversations and greeting strangers was something that was also quite new since his departure from the Empire. His Master would be rolling in his grave knowing this gentle weakling was the one who had brought about his downfall. Revan felt a swell of pride at the thought of being such a disappointment all these years later.

Under the cloth he furrowed his brow once more. He couldn’t see her. That wasn’t going to be something remedied easily, but she didn’t smell like this cavern from what he could tell. The sticky humid and earthy tones didn’t cling to her. Instead, there was something distinctly smoky about her - almost fire-like. With a gentle tilt of his head, he inched himself a few steps closer. “Apologies for not noticing you sooner, I seem to be.. Lost, I suppose,” he continued after a breath, retaining the friendly tone. There was something almost forced about it like he was straining to maintain the false pleasantries.

No. A bigger concern of his was finding out who she was and where he was.


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Kismet

Storyteller

Moderator
Equine
Stallion
10hh
Immortal Spring ✿
played by NPC
1,340 crystals
87 posts

be swift!


Something is happening! Kismet's fire cannot save the handicapped apprentice Revan. No... While the Bifrost had taken the blessing of magic that restored to him some semblance of sight, the maiden's fire too had been locked away. The powers would dance beneath their surfaces, reminders of the tools once had, but otherwise were entirely useless. A curse indeed, romani girl. A curse indeed.

Something learned quickly in the Bifrost, something the cloak adorned femme should know, was the lack of patience the ancient and sentient tree possessed. Damp remained in the air, as if taunting the fire dancer who no longer danced with flames, and it moved little save for the sweeping, whistling zephyrs that pierced through some edifice of the tree's exterior and rode the corridors to freedom. Wasn't there a tale once, an old fable? Follow the sound of the wind? Of the paths, the one furtherest left sucked the sweeping air greedily, while the forward (Kismet's entrance) and path arching back remained quite still. Beneath their hooves the roots slowly - hardly discernible - began to shift. The Bifrost was indeed very impatient.

Behind the man, a wall of roots emerged first with thin appendages stretching across the great expanse, joined in by several twins and kin. Soon, an intricate web blocked the path back toward Revan's entrance, and the wind died down... Hope you were paying attention, traveller.


Kismet

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
15.2hh
4 Summer ☀︎
played by Randalin
110 crystals
9 posts
Revan


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"You mustn't speak with strangers."

The voice of a long dead woman echoes in her mind; the warning never fading from her memory despite the young age she heard the harsh whisper against her ear. The moment her simple greeting pierced the damp silence, that ghostly voice brought charcoal lids closed and the memory of the incident that led to those words forever haunting her replayed.

She was a yearling, her birthday the week before, and summer's heat filled the world with bright colors and impressive crowds. An outsider watched her cousin's group perform their 'feats of magic', the earth swirling up to meet flares of fire in a beautiful dance as they moved in time to a rhythm her uncle poured into a drum. Her own magic had not yet surfaced though she often dreamt of ash and flame; Kismet took every opportunity to break from her chores to watch her cousins dance and mimic their choppy movements in her mind. The stranger's gaze shifted from the trio to her, she could feel his gaze roam over her and it did not take long to figure out why. Her back hoof had begun stamping out a beat like her uncle's, but somehow smoother…the urge to dance sparked under amethyst skin. The shifting movements drew the eye of a few more outsiders and she quickly fled the scene with crimson staining her cheeks.

The desire to dance did not fade, in fact it grew, the further she went from the heavy beat of a single drum. Her heartrate matched the rapid rhythm and fire danced behind closed lids; that same hoof started bouncing and soon her body followed its pace in an unheard song. Kismet twisted, twirled, and bent. Her dance smoother, steps more graceful, and flame brighter than any of her cousins. Though her eyes remained closed, she could feel the warm caress of heated magic and knew if she peeked, oranges and red would be swirling in a dance of their own along her skin. A voice murmured in astonished tones stalling the furious pounding of her heart and slowly she opened bright eyes to see the stranger from before—

"Hello."

A hitch in her breath shows her surprise; his word matching the word spoken by the stranger in her memory; he pulled her away from it with an eerie symmetry like overlapping realities. She watches him shuffle a bit closer, but oddly keeping part of his body against the vined wall. At his next phrase an amused smile curled the edges of her lips; the tree strikes again. ”This overgrown weed is quite fond of ensnaring the unsuspecting.” She keeps her own pitch soft and pleasant though the forced nature of his is not lost on her; she senses no malevolence just yet. She lets the phrase rest in the following silence while a wind kicks up in a place that should be still. It unsettles her and she fiercely longs for her magic; the itch under her skin gaining traction as fear spikes at the unnerving wind. She shifts from her position to attempt venturing the way he came and looks over her shoulder at him, ”If you don’t mind waiting a bit, I can guide you to the other si-“ Abruptly, she cuts off as the side of her face crashes into a root system that was not there moments before.

The air behind them, toward the valley Marrow and she tumbled into, remains calm and suspiciously inviting. With a harsh sigh, she examines the impenetrable roots and angrily stalks back to the male’s side to stand parallel; close enough to feel each other’s heat. ”As I was saying, I can guide you out.” Her tone now less amused and slightly urgent. Without Marrow at her side, adventuring into the horrible caverns may not have been the best idea and she is quick to reassure herself with his scent on the cloak he lent her. Cursed lump of firewood.

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