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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[O] A New World

Thundersnow

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
11.3hh
2 Summer ☀︎
played by Larch
130 crystals
7 posts
She couldn't take it anymore. The treacherous terrain of the mountainsides, the knowledge that a predator might lurk around any corner, that a slip of the hooves in the wrong place could and would lead to a fall and a painful death. The meadows by the feet of the mountains weren't much better, either. Competition was so, so fierce and it frightened the small pony terribly. She had to leave.

Thundersnow dared not travel quickly until she left the steep slopes of her home, but once she was at the base of the mountains, she broke into a gallop. Her heart was beating so fast and hard she feared it might burst out of her chest. She had to get away from the meadows, she didn't want to think about what might happen if a stallion found her. Her nerves were so great that a passing bird frightened her onto her hind legs, ears pinning and a whinny-scream nearly escaping her muzzle before she clamped down on the unwanted noise. Her endurance was faltering; the white mare was forced to slow to a canter, but she refused to stop, not until she got away.

After who-knew-how-long, Thundersnow came across a giant tree with gnarled roots that formed a massive cave system; the only way forward was through it. Her sides were heaving and a layer of sweat covered her pale coat, but she forced her tired legs to keep carrying her forward even as every fiber in her muscles screamed at her to stop. She could only manage a walk, although perhaps that was a good thing. The Welsh could barely see anything in the cave system, and she hardly wanted to fall. A foalhood spent in the mountains and her mountain pony ancestry helped her with her footing. The clop of her steps echoed through the root-caves, putting the mare even more on edge than she was before. She hated this place even more than she hated the mountains, but she had to believe it would lead to a better home. She had nowhere else to go.

Jesrith

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
13.3hh
6 Winter ❅
played by tiyre
190 crystals
7 posts
She hadn't expected to come back to the Bifrost, but such was life. Getting lost had simply become just a "thing she did," though her father would be highly displeased to learn such a truth. First he'd have to find her, however, and if she didn't know where she was going there was no way he could. Right? Right? And if he was dead.... well, it'd make it more difficult. Not impossible, but difficult. Maybe. He was a sneaky little sneak, even shorter than she.

Movement from the corner of her eye made her switch, almost slip, the cold deeper than snow biting into her translucent skin. Was it him? Had she summoned him by her thoughts, by the wanderings of her mind? He couldn't be here - she would speak it as truth and demand it be so. She wasn't anyone worth lying to, and so it had to be right, had to be correct, had to be true.

And it was.

The creature she'd seen before they entered the tree-made cave was a white that seemed to put the forever-snow to shame, different from the blue translucence that had covered her father Josrun. She - a frozen breath revealed the gender - was smaller than the Jesrith, but seemed better suited to wander and adventure and get lost, though her tired haste led Jesrith to imagine that she could smell some stink of fear. And soon she was... yep, she was gone, courageously wandering what could be tunnels while the peach mare stood still. Why was she still standing here, it didn't make sense! "Wait!" she shouted, hurrying after the little mare. "I don't want to be alone." These last words were barely breathed, their inner echo shaking and quaking through her.


i want to be adored


ooc ;; ew my writing is gross todaybut Thundersnow is adorable <3
tag ;; Thundersnow

Storyteller

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

be swift!


Something is happening! It was always more interesting when two played the game of chance. Less so when someone was aware of the tricks and traps laid throughout the Bifrost's labyrinth. While Thundersnow was acquainting herself with the depth and the cold of the ancient trees inner sanctum, the two femme found themselves misguided by the very paths they trusted thus far. Though one would have thought the depths of the Bifrost would hinder sight, there happened to be enough light permeating through the braided and woven vines that rained down sheaths of golden aura that offered some aid to the females. Why, it would have been quite troublesome if the two had been overcome by their adversary while blinded.

The quick and steady click-click-click-click-click-click-click echoing down the corridors steadily increased. It had been previously hidden by the dripping of penetrating water from the ceiling of these caves, but now it could not be denied. Their location was joined with a merging path, equal in size, but shrouded in shadow. From it, that constant incessant clicking rushed forward. Through the darkness emerged a colossus centipede, it's claw-like feet itching and scratching at the ground, and it's mandibles gnashing as it blindly followed the pathways. Best hurry, for it's turned your way, travellers...

Thundersnow and Jesrith have taken to the Bifrost. Time to navigate your way through to enter the Slidr River Valley!

Thundersnow

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
11.3hh
2 Summer ☀︎
played by Larch
130 crystals
7 posts
Thundersnow heard hoofbeats, caught a glimpse of peach, and then a shout, "Wait," echoed through the air. The white pony spooked onto her hind hooves at the sudden noise, before calming as it seemed to only be a mare looking for company. "Thank you for coming to me," she said quietly, in a half-whisper. "I don't want to be alone either..." As the two short equines walked through the tree-maze, golden shafts of light started filtering in now and then, illuminating the passages. Thundersnow was at first grateful, but then she could start to hear quick footsteps - and she could tell they weren't equine.

Squeaking slightly, the white pony pressed herself to the peach mare's side, trembling noticeably. She felt safer next to someone who was an entire two hands taller than she was. For a moment, she contemplated closing her eyes. If I can't see it, maybe it won't come get me. But she knew that was a futile hope. More walking, and a distant blob came into view, rushing closer until she could tell it was a giant centipede and oh god it was so scary-

Thundersnow rose into an uncontrolled rear, letting out a terrified whinny-scream, mind numbed by fear and adrenaline. She turned tail and ran, shouting for the peach mare who accompanied her to follow. She took turns blindly at a full on gallop, her fatigue forgotten in her desperate need to escape. I don't want to die yet!

Storyteller Jesrith

Jesrith

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
13.3hh
6 Winter ❅
played by tiyre
190 crystals
7 posts
As an acolyte to the alter of snap judgment, da Analas knew the smaller (impossible), pretty mare was not a Queen, and had little chance of becoming one. However, her fear allowed Jesrith to back away from her own - not that she was scared, not that she hated being alone, not that she ever lied to herself - and assess the situation. It was cold. It was dark, though the odd light was hesitatingly called welcome. And the mammoth bug - would that be an oxymoron? That's a fun word, and she decided she'd call the centipede that, though of course never to its face - was coming, faster than she wanted to be possible. And what did the little mare do? She ran, of course. And I thought she was tired, the small-but-not-smaller mare grumbled to herself, though she couldn't quite fault the white. No, that was a lie, of course she could. Any perfect Queen of hers would willingly sacrifice their life for hers, because they'd know that they were worth so much more and she would switch them places and tell them "she got this." Now that both, the peach and the white, were running away, no one was getting sacrificed and the echoes made it sound like the creep, the oxymoron, was getting closer and closer. Oh, she'd obviously started running, too, but it was a breath and a half and maybe more than the other fleeing mare, hooves skidding and catching on the ground's odd surface.

On a positive note, Jesrith was no longer lonely, and she remembered exactly why she had hated the Bifrost. And knowledge is power.


i want to be adored


ooc ;; she's such a weirdo
tag ;; Thundersnow Storyteller

Storyteller

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

be swift!


Something is happening! Of course they ran. The mammoth centipede screeched, mandibles chittering as it's hundred feet kept skittering after them. Was it famished? Lost? Scared like them? Who knew what it's thousand yard stare saw or was thinking. The only discernible fact concerning the oxymoron was that it chose to pursue the same path they chose. In the wake of the burgundy frills of Jesrith and the snow white threads of Thundersnow. In the rush of adrenaline and the sweaty stench of fear, the path was all but lost to the mares and the centipede. Gilt light that once showered in - oddly, as would there not be further tree behind those roots? - seemed to take a sinister orange glow as they twisted and turned through the maze. And at their heels the entire way, the beige and burnt bug kept it's lashing mandibles seemingly barreling down upon them. Better run faster ladies... maybe it is hungry afterall.


Thundersnow

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
11.3hh
2 Summer ☀︎
played by Larch
130 crystals
7 posts
Thundersnow was tiring quickly. The sides of her barrel heaved as she drew in breaths, one after another, but she always found herself in need of more air. Perhaps she could have held on longer had her day been different, but she had expended too much energy on the way here. A trot or even a canter would have been more sustainable, but a trot or a canter would not carry her away from The Centipede (it was The Centipede and not simply the centipede to her now, because this centipede was special) fast enough, especially given her stature, and how it affected the length of her stride. If she didn't lose The Centipede soon, Thundersnow suspected her legs might not be able to keep up with the rest of her body and she might trip, head over heels, and become a crumpled heap of white.

Would it hurt, wondered the pony, to be eaten? Would The Centipede's mandibles end her life quickly, or would she be forced to endure the full agony of being devoured? She didn't want to find out. The light that shone through the gaps in the roots now turned orange, orange like Sunset and Sunrise and Fire and the flowers that sometimes dotted the mountainside in spring. Sunset was Bad, it meant cold and dark and predators that prowled the night. Fire was also Bad, it brought ash and heat and smoke and tears and the smell of burning life. But Sunrise was Good, because it brought light and warmth. So were the flowers, which signalled spring and the arrival of new life and warmer weather. Was this color change Good, or Bad?

"Do you have ... any ... ideas on ... how to escape this thing?" Thundersnow gasped to the peach mare. Speech took away precious breath that could have been used to run, but she couldn't keep this up for much longer anyway. Better to communicate.

Jesrith Storyteller

Jesrith

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
13.3hh
6 Winter ❅
played by tiyre
190 crystals
7 posts
The short mare in was tiring, and quickly. She had seemed a little tired before, but Jesrith didn't feel like giving her the benefit of the doubt. Besides, she didn't want to say that she was getting tired. She was fine. Really. She could do this all day, except that, oops, sorry, she really didn't want to. And she really didn't want to be eaten, and this creepoid didn't deserve to eat her. Maybe if it had been a giant wolf it would have been better, but no. It was a bug.

A bug.

She'd caught up to the gasping mare, who tried to talk to her, which didn't seem prudent. Also, apparently, it was up to Jesrith to figure out how to get them out of this mess. When did I become a babysitter? the finned mare thought crossly to herself. In the gloom, the fronds on her ears glowed softly, rather uselessly actually. But it gave her an idea. The idea really wasn't related, but she could claim it was an idea rather than just acting the part of the fool.

Small - but not tiny, obviously - mare skidded on the studded floor, attempting to turn herself around as she rode the skid but instead stopping only about halfway there. Turning fully and talking a deep breath that made her cough, she, well, coughed, at least until she was able to get another, less-choking breath. "Just who do you think you are!" she screamed at the centipede. If anyone ever called her voice "melodic," they were likely tone deaf or also included the too-polite phrase "a little pitchy." "Really. I was minding my own business, ended up in this miser-run land - again - found someone who jumped into a tree for fraud's sake, and then you showed up and made me run and I hate running. Do you see this hair? Yeah, it looks all cool and swirly and sometimes pretends to float, but it is heavy, and if you're going to eat us start with the tripsy-toes first because everyone knows appetizers come before the fish course. And I am not a fish!"

ooc ;; ..... okay Jes calm your turkey
Thundersnow Storyteller

Storyteller

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

be swift!


Something is happening! It had just about got them, barreling down on their hocks with mandibles outstretched. A victorious cry erupted from somewhere within the behemoth insect's mouth that rattled the corridor walls. Just a little closer now... closer... almost there... it's mandibles snapped, drawing back in its full breadth. The finned Jesrith halted to accept her fate, turning to face the jaws of oblivion. The Bifrost shivered with the anticipation of success, reeling that finally someone had fallen to its tric-

The grating scoldings, magnified by the closed quarters, seemed to jettison punch the bug in the jowls. It's hundred legs, pointed and clacking, dug deep into the loam grounds to try and bring itself to a halt before the originator of that horrid sound could draw nearer. It's screeched in fear, rearing back and striking the back of it's head upon the tunnel ceiling. Pebbles and dirt rained down and while an unsettling creek seemed to radiate through the maze below the structure held. Now pained and afraid, the centipede dove to a sharp left, furrowing through the sod and roots as if tilling its private garden. Further and further the body plunged, until finally it disappeared. all that was left was the steadily fading clack of the insect's feet as it hid back in the recesses of the subterranean labyrinth.

From the new path light rained, and within... the a clear new path to the root bridge that crossed into the Slidr River Valley. The dull roar of the rapids below cast an ethereal mist that birthed rainbows over the gnarled bridges built of thick root and large natural stone. Seems like all that is left is to cross, Thundersnow.

Congratulations! You've successfully navigated the Bifrost and have reached the Slidr River Valley! You may leave at your leisure.

Thundersnow

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
11.3hh
2 Summer ☀︎
played by Larch
130 crystals
7 posts
The snow-white Welsh turned with her companion to face the centipede, hooves skidding on the ground as she attempted to go from an all-out gallop to a turn and halt. What's her plan? Thundersnow wondered, before the peach mare's shrieked scoldings pierced through the air, the sound far from pleasant. Thundersnow winced, wishing she had something to cover her ears with. Amazingly, The Centipede seems to be even more affected by it than she is, reeling away and desperately taking another path through the labyrinth of roots. O....kay..... Was that all it took to defeat the creature? Well, Thundersnow wasn't going to complain. But... "I am not a fish?" What....? You know what, she wasn't even going to bother asking. If it drove away the crazy bug trying to eat them, it was perfectly fine in her eyes. "Wow, that was.... amazing," she said to the amazing shrieker. She wasn't even kidding. "Thank you so much, I don't know what I would have done without you." Hopefully the peach wouldn't fault her for not doing anything to help, although Thundersnow could hardly blame her if she did. "I'm Thundersnow, by the way."

The Centipede's retreat left a shining new path, and when the pony looks down it she can see a path to a bridge, leading to a beautiful valley. She stepped forward as though in a trance, enchanted by the mist, the rainbows, and the rapids. Though the fast-flowing rapids didn't quite look safe, the valley seemed like a perfectly nice place to live. Thundersnow had found what she was looking for.




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