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.


▶︎ 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!

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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Rowan

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
15.2hh
4 Autumn ☁
played by N A K I
60 crystals
3 posts
everyone is king when there's no one left to pawn

Rowan had grown cold and bitter, a rock hard metal shell to protect her delicate heart.

A heart, I might add, that had been broken and shattered so many times that the pieces never fit back together.

What brought her to these lands didn't matter, nor did her reason for leaving the lands she'd come to call home. It was the same as always, corruption and taint, death, decay, and a never ending cataclysmic cycle that would likely leave her a pile of dry bones at the end. She had to steal herself, had to make sure that no one got close again--not after Elysium and not after the City.

Her hide was covered in the blood of some fool who'd attempted to force himself upon her, staining the pale creme reddish in places. Mainly smeared upon her spotted and speckled muzzle, but flecks had come and splashed upon her chest and legs. If her horns had been paler by nature, one would certainly see the drying crimson upon them. Rowan had no sympathy for the wicked, even if it meant she had no sympathy for herself.

So it should come at no surprise when the young blood-witch does not stop and gawk at the mighty tree. Perhaps she would have as a younger girl, but not now. Instead she plunges with out fear or remorse or even a moment of thought deep into the winding roots of this behemoth. Her head is low, her mouth is snarled, and she can't help but want to scream at the voice in her head--her own consciousness to whom she rather would like to destroy all together.

And so the foolish woman headed into the unknown with out a care for her own fate.


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Storyteller

Moderator
Equine
Stallion
10hh
Immortal Spring ✿
played by NPC
540 crystals
101 posts

be swift!


Something is happening! They we’re always broken. Whatever wicked gods, spirits, or omnipresent sentience that write the strands of fate must have found pleasure in the darkness of tortured and irreparable souls. It meant there were only two types of creatures in this world, and each wore the distinct mask. Those that had yet to yield beneath the insurmountable weight of the universe’s fate script would gawk at the tree with a naive charm; For was there not wonder to behold?

Then the broken... shadows etched into their faces, darkening even the lightest of tones, and they stopped little to marvel at the great expanse of the tree. For was it not a marvel? The Bifrost stretched so high it’s leaves hid behind a veil of clouds, and its ghastly grey bark seemed to still cling to a youthful supple that betrayed its eons of age. Yes... it was a marvel. And this young girl did not care to see.

She dove into the underground without a tardy or pause. The mantel of a princess hung in her past, but it was nothing but ash and twisted iron now. Perhaps she felt at home in the shadows below, where the damp and cool washed over her. Perhaps she found some catharsis in the full drips echoing through the corridors below. Beneath there was an unkind silence... it demonstrated the untrustworthiness of the Bifrost’s labyrinth. But... the shadows weren’t always bad, where they?

A red faerie light illuminates the otherwise piercing darkness. It dances along the bloodstained princess’ eyes and sends the rest of the paths into the abyss of oblivion. It hovers a moment, waiting for her to come near, before the crimson glow silently floats further into the recesses...

Rowan has entered the Bifrost! Survive the trials ahead to enter the Slidr River Valley!

Skaug

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
18hh
10 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
120 crystals
12 posts

Skaug

What was he doing here? Again? Deep down Skaug knew why. Whatever hallowed version of himself he liked to portray, the umber beast couldn't deny the very nature within him. Out of all of the inky blackness that had consumed his raw heart, there were rose vines that burst from it. Though these appendages wore thorns that from time to time pierced the very organ they birthed from, their delicate, velvet petals of crimson and garnet spoke of the remaining passion in the man. Skaug was a guardian, a transformed heathen who had thrown down the banner of barbarians and adorned a mantle of rose briars. Skaug was a protector, one who loved passionately beneath the quiet and stoic exterior that masked his soul. Oh, and how he'd loved and lost so much the last two years.

Could he ever get it back? Fuck if he knew... "Does it even matter?", his mind's eye echoed. But again the lumbering behemoth, struggling through the constricted corridors of the Bifrost, knew the answer. It did matter. There was always someone who needed aid. Though the kindred he'd adopted in the past had vanished, disappeared into shadows in his memories, he did not allow it to break the single purpose that kept him going. Protect and serve.

Saucer sized flints clack on the stones as he pursues the shadows and the darkness. Others may find fright in the dimness and the claustrophobic tunnels, but a kingdom of iron had dulled these natural cautions. Shadows, abyss, oblivion... he'd offered his strength to it at one point. Skaug's leonine tail lashes at his hinds, audibly snapping the sunbleached tassels in an illustration of his own frustration with his straying thoughts. But he couldn't get the briars out of his mind. Every step he took through the labyrinth of phantasms he saw speckled hides, glowing eyes, garnet hair, and a world he tried desperately to forget. His four seraphim wings project once a corridor opens wide enough to do so, a flurry of feathers pulling back his ursine pelt cloak.

Who knows how long he would have continued forward without plan. His path had been absent up until now, where the blackness seemed so pitch he could not even see his own hooves. It finally paused the hallowed man. With pinched brow he scanned the abyssal surrounds. Curiosity extended his wings, maneuvering them so that their primaries flicked off of stone or root columns. Four... and he had fatefully found a place between them. A snort billowed from his nostrils, as he was not a fan of irony or coincidence.

It is true; for the appearance of the red ghost light was of such a nature and further scrutinized. The man's massive visage snapped to it, his milky quartz orbs stained pink in the ambiance. Another snort, smaller this time, born of a union between ire and caution. It had caught him off guard, and furthermore, distracted him from the distinct hoof-falls approaching. He knew full well it could be another one of the Bifrost's tricks, but he stood his ground regardless. "Come what may."


W C: 519
T A G: Rowan


his will is done, he's half in the ground




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


Rowan

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
15.2hh
4 Autumn ☁
played by N A K I
60 crystals
3 posts
Saturn's about to make love, but I'm just a heartbreaker


Red caught the same hued tone of an odd ghost-light through the mantle of the Tree--and while Rowan had not given the place a second thought, this sudden appearance of arcane energy was enough to cause her to hesitate. Emotionless expression was still hung on her facial features, apathy, coldness where once fire burned. Long lashes blinked, almost as if she was becoming transfixed on the red faerie before her.

The echoes of her past were all white noise in her ears; all the injustices and hurt, all the joy and the misery--Rowan was more than that, and she'd never let the world crush her again. For deep within, the once-princess knew she wouldn't survive another destruction. Rowan had been torn apart and rebuilt far too many times.

A soft sigh dared to press past her lips, a shiver down her spine at the sensation of drying blood. It was no secret that this place stripped her of her powers again and Rowan knew she'd once more have to work to harness the arcane energy flowing through her veins. Her eyes blinked again, as if to calm a raging beast trapped inside; but then, just as she is about to dismiss the eerie faerie light, the sound of movement catches in her black-rimmed ears.

When at last the beast had materialized--a looming shadow in the dimly lit red glow of the light--Rowan didn't back down. For a long moment she stood opposite of the light, which now seemed to be the only thing between them, before sidestepping to get a look of this newcomer; was it an animal? A fantastical beast that shouldn't exist? Or was it a denizen of the lands she carelessly entered?

And to her surprise, there was a ping of painful recognition that flashed across her equally bright eyes (the light seemed to make her crimson visage even more abstract in this darkened world) and had she been less numb to life perhaps there would have been a gasp on her lips. Instead, the only indication she recognized this person was the faint widening of her eyes, before they fell into slits of skepticism.

"Are you real?"

It is a question that Rowan isn't sure she even spoke into the stale air, one she thought her mind had rattled off but her lips did in fact move--quietly, whisper-like. Almost, almost as if Rowan herself did not believe what her eyes were telling her. Why should she?

Magic was a blessing and a curse; this place was still teetering between the two.

Skaug

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Skaug

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
18hh
10 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
120 crystals
12 posts

Skaug

When was the last he'd seen her? The Princess born to thorns and iron... she'd been so young. But Skaug's mind painted him the image of the day he'd first seen her: speckled, frail, and small... she had stood besides her mother with eager, naive eyes. In that moment, the brute had known that his service would garner some luster in the briars of ragged ore. That young filly, the one and only Princess, needed as much protection as the realms did from her kingdom.

That had been the same day, if he recalled correctly, that he'd lain his life for the Iron Valley. Not physically, obviously, but metaphorically. Lord Commander of the one kingdom everyone feared, of the a realm that would take that newly budded rose and twist her heart until it bled black. Until that happened he would not forget that first time he had seen her... the brightness of her red rose eyes and the unbridled curiosity. She was so much different now... Garnet washed the walls, casting sharp blood fissures across the moisture ladden roots and stones. But oh... the faerie light, in all it's crowning eerie, wavered above them, casting Rowan's visage with shuddering shadows. Skaug could barely separate the red of her rubine eyes versus the light pollution upon her face... and the darkness of some of it's staining.

His massive wings furled back to him in sputtering foils, nestling the smaller pair beneath the far vaster twins. Behind him his leonine tail settled with his milky quartz gaze. Then her query pierced the mounting silence and his assurance came. A snort, no, not a snort, the release of a pent up breath burst twixt his nares and the tension that had riddled his back eased. "Aye, Princess Rowan." Skaug's voice hung low, lower than usual. In all his days since leaving Elysium, he'd hardly thought to see a face such as hers again. "As are you."


W C: 324
T A G: Rowan


his will is done, he's half in the ground




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


Rowan

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
15.2hh
4 Autumn ☁
played by N A K I
60 crystals
3 posts
Saturn's about to make love, but I'm just a heartbreaker

That...word.

Princess

It stung her like the backlash of a whip across her tender flesh, and Rowan visibly winced. There was a wave of torment that danced behind her red eyes, one that betrayed all the stoic masks she'd adorned since her time in that valley; a time that, if she were honest, didn't even seem real anymore. It was all a dream, all a fairy tale that her overactive imagination had conjured to hide her from the terrors of the world. Rowan was walking in a world full of disconnected people, and she above them, away, far away--all so no one could harm her again.

It was a slow realization of the word, just as it was a slow expression to form. It went from shock, to anger, and finally her eyes closed with fangs bared in a hiss as if she'd been bitten, or worse. A rush of air escaped between her teeth, and the spotted lass took several steps back.

"Don't" she began after a moment, trying desperately to compose herself once more. In the back of her mind, she was given a chance to remember the days where she was care-free; the smell of rose and iron that permeated her soul, the watchful hand of Sabel who taught her the basics of magic and how to harness it. Skaug, the ever watchful sentry, and all the others. There was a time when Rowan's world was no bigger than the Iron Valley, and there was a part of her that desperately wished it could all return to such a naive state.

But that was a fool's wish.

"I am no such thing" her gentle voice broke after the silence had fallen, "Never again".

Skaug k that elf theme got me like

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