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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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!

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Brynja

Berg-Risi Commoner
Equine
Mare
16.2hh
6 Winter ❅
played by Mallory
220 crystals
7 posts
Brynja Shieldbreaker

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old

A grunt broke the silence of the woods around her, followed by a hiss. So she was still tender - that was good to know. The well-worn path that snaked before her was slick and muddy from a spring shower was proving to be the bane of her existence, yet the shieldmaiden persisted. Brynja knew her dear friend could not harbor her forever in the safety of his forge. She had let down her people by her sudden disappearance. The taste of shame was still thick on her tongue. Her shame was as bitter as bile, as sour as rotten berries. Even if her disappearance had a valid reason, would they understand? Would she ever be welcomed home?

Vibrant blues glanced back at her rear left leg, sneering at the all too familiar sight. Pink scars now puckered along the limb, disrupting her natural stripes. Her rear leg was still stiff from disuse - something that should get better with time...Or so she was told. Even then, she still prayed to the gods. Brynja had prayed to them for strength, for healing, for guidance. Despite the silence from the gods, the striped maiden knew she couldn't continue living a bachelor's life with her friend. As much as they both made a game of drinking and chasing skirts, Brynja knew where she belonged.

That's how she found herself trying not to slip and kill herself as she trudged towards the all familiar Blár Stream. Shaking her head, Brynja continued along her way with caution. She was being dramatic. If anything was going to kill her, it was likely to be another bear, knowing her luck. That thought alone drew a snort of amusement from her. It would be divine justice, she supposed. To avenge the bear she killed in order to continue to kicking and screaming in this world.

The distance bubbling of the stream called to Brynja like a siren's song. She knew it was a risky gamble to leave herself so exposed to the potential of being discovered, very much alive and still lingering in her former kingdom. Yet, she couldn't find a single fuck to give. So she continued her slow descent, picking each step carefully to avoid another potential catastrophe. Her reward was a long, cool drink from the stream once she had crossed its rocky banks. It was easy to ignore the cool water lapping at her legs as she satisfied a thirst she hadn't realized needed to be quenched.

Yet there was another itch that crawled along Brynja's spine that she couldn't quite place...

tagged: Hel
notes: Title is based off of this song
"Speech!" Thoughts!

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Hel

Commander
Equine
Mare
10hh
7 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
260 crystals
18 posts

HEL
of
TRYGGR

The haunted woman couldn't stand another second in the holds. While the new sovereign hadn't fucked up (yet, she supposed, since did not all royalty do so in time), the shadows had threatened to invade her where she was at her safest. While the general day-to-day had returned to somewhat normalcy, she morning she woke with new faces peering from behind the gossamer firs and their dwindling branches. While they made no physical approach, they stayed at a distance they were growing brave. They came closer and closer with each rise. A pressure steadily rose in her visage, a thunderous, unrelenting pressure that pressed onto the front of her cranium. It was at it's strongest when her burning orbs fluttered awake, her body damp with night sweats, and a shadow lingered behind an evergreen not two feet away.

She shot to her hooves, leather strappings clattering and disturbing all those around her, and those same flints struck the earth and brought her galloping from the mountain summit. She ran well until the soft pink and lilac of the morning sky had faded into the muted perriwinkle. Steely clouds dotted the atmosphere, lingering brothers to those that had poured the night prior. It left the purchase of the ground untrustworthy, but it did not stop Hel.

Rather it's challenge seemed to motivate her to continue. While shame lingered deep in her warrior's heart due to the choice of flight in the face of shadows and phantoms, the simple idea of commanding the soft sod beneath her hooves to listen to her dampened that shame. She rode this finite feeling until her legs began to protest and the heights of Berg-Risi were all but a hazy cliff on the horizon. Like a battering ram she broke through the underbrush, slid down the hills, and used her blinking ability (now and again she could call upon it and it proved useful) to come to the streams. It's babble had been strangled by her mad-man's dash, and it wasn't until her hooves clacked across the river rocks and her lips fell to the crisp waters of Blár that she let the first heave of her sides subside to her fatigue. The cool liquid quenched the heat in her chest and belly, and when she took a deep gulp of air after her drink, crystal droplets dribbling from her lips as her dreaded visage rose, the world froze.

Some sword sweeps down the stream a familiar face stalled, also taking refuge in the crips stream. Everything faded; she couldn't remember the anxiety that had choked her this morning, the shame from her escape, nor the pride in commanding the ground beneath her hooves. Nothing. Like a husk, an all too familiar feeling she loathed to admit, she stared back at Brynja. The long lost viking queen was there in the stony, striped flesh. Her leg was puckered with fresh prink scars, some still scabs, but otherwise she looked as she had the day she'd left. The nothingness in Hel's chest began to fade as her fiery appendages drug her through the shallow river and to it's center, facing the woman fully. Harks fell back into the mess of her dreads, and slowly a beetle overtook her brow. "Where the fuck do you get off, coming back here?"

WC: 556
Tagged: Brynja


X

powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Hel]


Brynja

Berg-Risi Commoner
Equine
Mare
16.2hh
6 Winter ❅
played by Mallory
220 crystals
7 posts
Brynja Shieldbreaker

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old

Brynja didn't ponder on the what if's very often. She had always been strict in following facts and previous experiences. Before her brush with death, Brynja had little reason to doubt anything in life. Her way of life had been a well-worn skin, passed from generation to generation. She knew what they were, what they did, what was expected of her position among her brothers and sisters in arms. Yet, even Brynja had to admit that her brush with death and subsequent self-imposed exile as she recovered had rattled her. While she was still her same confident self, perhaps annoyingly so, there was now a whispering voice of doubt that liked to pick at her brain every once in a while.

She hadn't given any of her former clansmen any thought that morning before making her trek to the cool waters of Blár. The further the closer she got, the whispers had begun in the back of her mind. They grew increasingly louder and more insistent the farther she went. What if they find you? Did you really think they'd welcome you home? That they will sound the horns and spread a great feast in your honor?

Despite Brynja's best attempts to drown them out, the striped shieldmaiden quietly knew they had some kind of merit. She would have to be a fool to think she could easily sneak in and back out without being detected. She had trained with most of the souls in the forests of Tryggr's holdings. She knew they were beyond capable of guarding the borders; something Brynja sourly noted that the new sovereign was likely thankful for. Brynja knew she would have to move quickly to avoid detection, despite her condition. As she cautiously pivoted to slink back to the safety of the shadows, a clacking sound reached her ears. Cursing under her breath, the mare stopped to stand completely still. Maybe if she didn't move and draw attention to herself, they'd simply overlook her and go about their merry business.

Yet when her vibrant blues landed on an all too familiar face, Brynja felt her heart ache.

It was not hard to miss the haunted look in her eye or the frazzled state she was in. Brynja knew Hel was haunted by many things but had never pried. It wasn't her place to back then, and it certainly wouldn't have been appreciated.  She missed the camaraderie they had had, but...Hel might not understand why she couldn't return. At least, not until now when she could safely hobble about. Brynja remains still as her once-friend slid into the cool waters, praying with all her might that she would be overlooked. As fate would have it, though, the gods chose to mock Brynja instead. She knew as soon as Hel's golden eyes found her, the game was over. There would be no chance to return to the shadows, not when the mare's vision had pinpointed on to her. Sure, Brynja could be a coward and still slink away - but she knew it would be futile. Hel would still peruse her, regardless of her choices.

Rather than give in to the clawing need to flee back to her shadowy haven, the striped mare stood tall with her shoulders stiffly squared. Brynja is surprised by the lack of rage in Hel's words, though refrains from snorting at her friend's choice of question. "Would you believe me if I told you?" Her question is blunt, yet her voice is soft with uncertainty. Everyone else could go fuck themselves if Brynja was honest. Hel was the only one that mattered much when Brynja was a warrior, then Tryggr's queen. Hel had always been the shield to Brynja's back. Her hip cocks, taking the pressure off of her newly scarred and stiff leg. "Cave bears are a bitch."

tagged: Hel
notes: none.
"Speech!" Thoughts!

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Hel

Commander
Equine
Mare
10hh
7 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
260 crystals
18 posts

Brynja was a stubborn bitch. Like the rest of their clansmen, and like the remaining locals still living in squalor, she was resilient both physically and socially. She couldn't be bullied or pushed to do something she displeased. One couldn't convince her to take the safer route down the winding summit path rather than save time on the slope. At least... that had been the Brynja Hel recalled. Her two audits, one of midnight and the other alabaster, twitched along the gnarled gatherings of her dreads. Hel's brow still hung low, shadowing her gilt eyes that offered little warmth and only ice. There was a moment that she simply stared at the striped mare after her query was posed, studying her as if some new specimen - especially the scars. They were a new addition. In some odd way that perhaps only her shield sister would understand, Hel found herself envious of them.

But the woman offered a rhetorical question, a verbal peace offering if there ever would have been one from either of the two vixen. But of all things, she cocked her damn hip like she still owned the place, and complained about cave bears as if drawling about the recent terrible weather. A scoff expunged from Hel's lips, and the leather adorned mare tossed her gaze momentarily away. Her visage shook, muzzle minutely shifting from the left to the right. "Cave bears...", she spat into the quite wood encircling them. A single orbit slipped back towards the once-sovereign, and Hel found her stomach quite uncomfortable. There was a fleeting moment where she considered her last meal, but she hadn't ate anything out of the usual. Of course, she attributed to the shadows and darkness that loom at her back. But even now, her focus entirely devoted to Brynja, she hardly felt their burning presence; couldn't be them. Whatever it was, she elected to ignore it, and her visage snapped back to the other woman.

"I'd have expected at least a cloak in trophy to your close encounter." Hel's tone was gruff, almost hesitant, but taunting. In some ways she didn't want to mock a shield sister she had once revered. Seemed a sour thing to do. But, she couldn't leave well enough alone. No... she couldn't walk away from her now. Citrine hooves, lustrous from the stream, pricked further forward. The ka-thunk-click, kathunk-click of her approach in the water seemed to accentuate ever step she took, until they stopped with her halt. Less than a sword's sweep away, the fiery hued femme eyed the striped mare, her jewelry, her sapphire eyes. She may have been Tryggr once, and mayhap still, but what kind of shield woman would Hel be to let her waltz unhindered into their realm?

"What are you doing here?", she finally inquired. The tone of her voice dropped, hovering only several octaves over a murmur. What was she doing here? It was the new question that would surely spread through Tryggr like wildfire once another soul got whiff of the information. They'd spent so long asking where, that it finally turned to why.

WC: 522
Tag: Brynja
OOC: ...
HEL

powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Hel]


Brynja

Berg-Risi Commoner
Equine
Mare
16.2hh
6 Winter ❅
played by Mallory
220 crystals
7 posts

   

Brynja Sheildbreaker

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old



A silence had crept over them, but Brynja didn't mind. It was almost like the embrace of a friend or an old lover - intimate, comforting, yet not stifling in the slightest. Silence had been common between the two mares long before Brynja had been a Queen. Their camaraderie was one of solitude. Well, and maybe the occasional fight or two. Usually a spat over stupid decisions, given Brynja's stubborn nature. The striped mare still couldn't fathom just why Hel had stayed at her side through all these years. Through all of the shenanigans Brynja had inevitable dragged the other mare through or through literal hell on others. Besides, neither mare had ever been ones to unnecessarily fill the void with mindless chatter or go on great soliloquies because the quiet grew to be too much.

They just basked in it, for having the other standing beside them had always been enough. But would it now? Her own uncertainty made Brynja wary. She knew she had broken a great deal of trust, of faith, all the bonds she had had before suddenly disappearing. Knowing Hel as long as she had, Brynja knew that their friendship would come second to protecting Tryggr. That was where their loyalties had always been - protecting the lands of their forefathers and of their people first.

A snort breaks Brynja's silence, bemused by Hel's rather frank remark. Her lips twitch with the compulsion to smile, though she doesn't quite give in to it. "Next time, I suppose. I gave the trophy to the man who saved my leg." It was the truth, despite the amusement that tinged her voice. It was the least she could do, Brynja had reasoned back then. Give the pelt to the stallion who had not only saved her leg, but also her life - plus aide him around his forge to the best of his abilities. But even his charity had come to an end. Hel moved closer, and Brynja took that as a good sign. Perhaps not all things were lost, despite the poor choices she had made. A slight frown erased the traces of Brynja's amusement. Why was she here? Surely, Hel was jesting. It was obvious, wasn't it?

"Queen or not, Tryggr is still my home. I will always feel the pull."



tagged: Hel
notes: none
"Speech!" Thoughts!




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