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.

▶︎ 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!)

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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!)

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02.14.18 Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Fim is announcing Auditions for the Ambrosius Sovereign and a new Spiritborne! (Read more!)

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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...

▶︎ 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!

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

04.28.18 Vromme's throne is empty and needs a new Sovereign! (Read more!)

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!

02.15.18 An aurora borealis is shining at Smár Lake! Check it out!

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Jesrith

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
13.3hh
6 Winter ❅
played by tiyre
190 crystals
7 posts
It felt as though she had been frozen for time and times and half a time, though she knew it was just that she was somewhat sleep deprived and, well, she just wasn't handling the new and the all too well. Everyone looked strange, and of course by everyone she meant the one she had briefly met and the few she had seen. But none she'd come in contact with had the translucent skin of her homeland, and most had been rather tall.

She hated to admit it, but she really wasn't a fan of change, not when she wasn't controlling it. Sure, she had come here on her own and had known that the likelihood of it being rather similar was entirely improbable - that was one of the reasons she had left, after all, too many saying the same things and meaning little to none of them. But still, it was difficult to imagine how something was going to be different, and this was, well, different.

And now, instead of crazy stories to follow, it was misty, making the path almost impossible to see, even though, by the reckoning of her sleep-deprived body, it should be approximately midday. It wasn't dark, not really, so maybe her bodyclock wasn't excessively off, but it didn't feel quite right, either, and she certainly hated when her body lied to her. After all, she was not a queen meant to hear all the sorts of half truths and untruths that they needed to function. She was someone, not no one, for no da Analas could be nothing, but she would never be a leader, never wanted to.

She also had never wanted to go from lost to more lost, but, well, there she was.


i want to be adored


ooc ;; omg i haven't written in so long please excuse the craptastical mess
tag ;; for Ragnor but also anyone else who wants to pop in ^^

Ragnor

Kingsman
Half-Giant
Gelding
24hh
2 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
20 crystals
17 posts
RAGNOR
son of
SLEIPNIR

Ragnor loved when it was misty. There was an ethereal beauty that was a forbearance of since passed rains. It made the earth rich and supple beneath his massive hooves, and it wafted everything in a perfume that seemed to permeate even the strongest of natural colognes. All woods seemed enchanting with a dash of whimsy mixed with a pinch of extramundane. The cervidae, your average doe and stag, with their lithe figures seemed almost like haunting angels, or perhaps demons if that's what you prefer, skulking in the shadows and along the outskirts of one's vision.

But for Ragnor?

He just liked to sprint through the weightless spirals and columns of haze. He liked how they twisted and danced with the faintest of snorts, or seemed to silently explode as his rectangular visage plummeted through the brume. It always invoked a giggle betwixt his lips, and pricked his knees high though his rather large stature failed to capture the true grace of the movement. Never did he tire of it either, even as the sun began to fade. It was falling far later in the day than he was accustom. Winter's short hours of sunlight was all but a distant memory now, and the stretch of the golden hour had incapacitate the simple man's otherwise basic instinct.

So, rather than turn back towards the North and snow capped summits of Ambrosius when the hour became late, the man-child continued to explore until the finality of Bjarg inevitably stopped him. His weary but otherwise still churning legs stumbled to a halt in it's belly. His sides heaved with fatigue and the half-giant's bright chartreuse visionaries scanned through the haze of the trees. Orange pastels painted the sky with deep plum, casting the mountains into royal purple and obsidian as they fell into slumber. Shadows drew long and harsh through the mist, encompassing the entire forest with that bewitching quality only found in moments like these; past the rain, into the forest, in that harsh golden hour of a late summer day. For a moment Ragnor fancied himself lost, his harks flicking about about as a cloud descended upon his inner map. "Uuuuh..." he unconsciously uttered, taking several steps through the darkening mist, head a satellite searching for a signal to jog his memory.

WC: 385
Tag: Jesrith


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


Jesrith

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
13.3hh
6 Winter ❅
played by tiyre
190 crystals
7 posts
With a shake of her frilled head, the translucent mare quieted the demons. They were still there, yelling that she was "alone" and, more unfortunate, "lonely," but she didn't have to believe them. She wasn't enough to be lied to by any who mattered, and so they were either lying or they simply did not matter. She chose to believe the obvious choice, that they were nothing and so she should simply ignore them. While it sounded complicated, if she refused to acknowledge her fears, they were simply no longer there. It had taken her far too long to learn the lesson - Father is not pleased with you, Jesrith. No more hiding - but it was one she now knew well.

It didn't mean she liked the fog, though, with its intrusive closeness and lecherous fingers.

A ghostly sigh seemed to come from the swirling mists, a shadow appearing to rear it's ugly head into the world. It was taller, far taller, than she, an abnormality she doubted would be remedied. Why in all the six miser courts did everyone have to be so tall, even the ghosts had to be giant. "I know you're there!" she screeched, voice curdling through the soupy air. Her voice was, well, unique, but she wasn't focusing on her voice because it really wasn't the most important thing at the moment. "And I'm not...." she debated her words, as she had no reason to lie to the ghost, especially if it wasn't the ghost of someone important. Honestly, though, for a ghost to haunt this place it probably meant that they were a failure. It was spooky enough without a ghost, so it was really just... overkill. "And I'm here," she finished, possibly lamely but definitely truthfully.


i want to be adored


ooc ;; this is awful i'm so sorry
tag ;; Ragnor

Ragnor

Kingsman
Half-Giant
Gelding
24hh
2 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
20 crystals
17 posts
RAGNOR
son of
SLEIPNIR

When the voice pierced through the mire of fog, the half-giant nearly lurched from his skin. A terrible yelp threatened to rip through his lips, but he managed to suffocate it the pure tension that pulsated through him at the start. 'I know you're there!', it had declared. The behemoth tripped over his own hooves as he whirled around, audits shaking as they locked forward and his nostrils flaring. 'And I'm here'. A tickle - the bad kind, the one's that raced along your spine when fear started to sink it's bony fingers into your heart - rose along his spine. Another whirl and he faced his original direction, tawny and plum banner lashing at his hinds, a tick of his uncertainty. "Are you a ghost?!" he bellowed, chartreuse eyes struggling through the veil of fog. "I don't like ghosts!" The admittance fell without thought, as if somehow it would ward any spectral forces in the vicinity. 'Sorry, lad, didn't realize!' he pictured them saying before wafting away with their weightlessness and eerie glow.

But there, through the fog he saw it. The ghost. Small, so very small, with frills and protrusions that rode the gentlest of zephyrs that swept through. The icy cold fingers of fear gripped his heart and there was a moment where Ragnor froze... unknowing and stunned. A real ghost! What would Caelian think? Nevermore? Any of Ambrosius? Would they believe him if he told them that ghosts existed? But the gears, though slowly winding, started their rotations. He was a guard of the kingdom. It was his duty to protect them! And a ghost, no matter how scary, posed a threat, right? Right?

"I-I'm not afraid of no ghost!" he barked out, half-rearing so that he jolted forward with a stride or two to make up the distance between him. And oh... he had believed he wouldn't be scared, but she was so much more frightening up close. The haunting image of her skeleton hid below a veil of translucent floral skin. Navy frills, flecked with bioluminescent light, wafted about her and swept from her croup like a queen's train. Ragnor's hooves scuffled him back, his sage eyes wide and uncomprehending, a single foreleg curled beneath him while his haunches tensed for the only natural response: fight or flight. A tremor rose in his legs, and another snort billowed through his roman nose. "Don't hurt me, ghost!" he begged, a herculean hoof stretching out from the curled appendage and digging at the ground in a demonstration of his colossal unbridled strength. "I'm warning you!"

WC: 432
Tag: Jesrith


x




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





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