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!

Character of the Season


Thread of the Season

Blood Moon Falling!
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[P] Leather & Lace


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These lands were unlike others, more desolate and lacking in lush fauna but more tantalizing indeed. Places like this seemed to carry more interesting creatures and those rougher around the edges. The siren had to keep her face apparent within the lands of course for with such a plan set forth the damsel in distress visage had to keep first and foremost. That was key in plans so heavily dangerous as this many forgot that the world needed to continue seeing your face, seeing that you out of all could not be apart of such horrendous acts and that is exactly what Evania planned to do. Pondering thoughts floated through the delicate skull, as elongated legs carried the beauty across rough terrain as the scent of water sung to her. Every hoof placed with delicate care and a pace that was alluring yet at ease, as she dove deeper into the land of unknown. The scent of dust and debris with hints of familiar equine scents wafted into the nasal cavity as those dreamy eyes gazed toward the rapids up ahead. The roar of the waters was invigorating so powerful and deadly as they rushed unforgiving across the rocks and pebbles below, slowly eroding the magnificent pieces they once were. Early morning was upon the world, nocturnal life slowly fading into the backdrop as the light of the world barely peeked over the horizon. A bit of fog rolling through giving the woman a almost ghastly image as if she was real or a apparition of sorts. This time of day was ever so soothing as quiet encased the world for one time was ending and another beginning, as a wild grin flashed upon the lips to only disappear just as quickly. Elegant horns tilted as hooves stood placed a safe distance from the roaring waters, allowing it to consume the woman for moments at a time. Evania was not concerned of anyone coming up from behind because well you see those spines are not just for show, they can be wielded in a deadly fashion should anyone attempt to lay touch to those divine hindquarters. The elegant woman stood tall yet relaxed allowing this moment to completely enrapture her while also feeling the vibrations of the waters movements beneath her hooves. Long eyelashes followed the pale eyelids shut to hide those captivating eyes and full envelop in this time here and now.

Word Count: 403.
Tag: Evandr
Notes: <3


The Warden
9 Summer ☀︎
played by Soupi
160 crystals
33 posts


How much time had lapsed since he'd last checked upon the borders? Given the Warden hardly had the fear of invaders because who would sentence themselves to a life of exile... surely the brave had toed the line without the eyes of others to witness, but that invisible line drawn through the ravines and rocks left a feeling. It was an odd sensation, one that made you feel dirty. Evandr hadn't ever crossed that inconspicuous margin as a citizen of the Valley but he still felt that almost tangible filth that came with a life in the Vetr Wastelands.

Recently his mind had been wandering. He needed an executioner. Though it was the perk of the Warden title - you were the judge, the jury, and the executioner, but Evandr would have been lying if he'd claimed the many lives that literally stained his hooves hadn't begun to take a toll on him. It was infrequent to say the least, but one life was one too many in his eyes. So, to shake away the crimson visions of those fallen, he'd set himself to the windswept sands of the dessert in search of some sort of calm. And of course the journey was long... he was lucky to traipse across the worst of the sands in the night, where the temperatures plummeted and brought a chill to one's dorsal. He'd grown so accustom to it, to the eat, his body was numbed to its sensation. He only felt the beads of sweat prickling beneath the thick tangle of his obsidian-navy mane as the first fog of the rapids collected upon the ravines.

His figure was stark against the terra-cotta of the sands and stone. Bright alabaster and deep royal pricked with spines set itself apart on a behemoth frame. Quakes rolled through the grounds with each of his steps, his pace hapless and wearisome from travel. Sapphires plucked from the trove of a dragon set themselves squarely in his visage, peering beneath a critical brow. As salmon and lavender painted the skies of early morn and his fore felt the first refreshing wave of mist sweep across him, his visionaries closed. He brought himself closer and closer to the rapids, unafraid, sure of his step, but no fool. Those bright but scathing orbs scanned through the collecting mists. It was a marvel only seen in the early morn when visiting the rapids, and was quiet ethereal. It made any mortal look far more commanding, far more intimidating.

Evandr seemed to surpass herculean, seemed to encompass the battle hardened persona of War and Resilience. He proved an epitome of the strength found in those sanctioned to the wastes, with a crown of golden sunlight beaming over the distance purple horizon. But it had the same effects on others. The mist relented first upon her silhouette, then the buckskin mingling with the ivory of her pelt. A grace befell her in the rolls of the fog, casting her a goddess of... well... peace, with those long lashes and hidden orbits. The roar of the rapids all but had hid any approach, but Evandr wagered she'd been there some time before he came upon her. He halted directly across from her, the twenty odd-sum-foot gap spewing more of those crystalline particles of weightless water. It came and went, a veil that hide them both from each other for some moments before relenting. The Warden said nothing, but waited, watched, admittedly admired... to see when she'd finally notice her solitude was taken from her.

WC: 593

Tagged: Evania

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