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!)

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!)

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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Faelan

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
15.1hh
3 Winter ❅
played by Jeanne
70 crystals
8 posts
❄ f a e l a n ❄

hold my hand
oh baby it's a long way down to the bottom of the river


Faelan needed to figure out where she was – it didn’t even feel like she was in the same world as her homeland. Theoretically, the way home was just back through that cave system, but she never wanted to go back through that dark, winding labyrinth, nor did she really think that she could. She had nearly turned back many times, when she stumbled out into the light of day, but there was a certain heaviness that accompanied each wistful look over her shoulder that she could not shake. Each step might as well have been weighted down by lead; her desire to return to her home, particularly devoid of anyone she had ever called her family, certainly didn’t outweigh her desire to avoid the cave. (Faelan wasn’t sure that she ever wanted to see the inside a cave, in general, again, after that incident. The rasping voice of the sphinx is still audible in the farthest reaches of her mind, a sound that drifts just out of conscious memory – when she closes her eyes, she can still hear a rasping, crackling laugh. That place, whatever it was, was wrong.)

Perhaps, she thinks, this land that it led her into is just as wrong.

In any case: when she spilled out into miles upon miles of open valley after clawing her way out of the winding maze of caverns, the thought that immediately crystalized in her mind, with a certain urgency, was that she needed to reach the trees. After spending what felt like weeks (but was, perhaps, not very long at all. In the permanent, dusky dark, it was so hard to tell) wandering the caves, she was desperate for food, and water, and the comfort of a familiar landscape - she needed the smell of leaves and bark and murk, the soft rustle of rabbits and birds in the brush. It was not a want; it was as necessary as breathing. When her eyes readjusted to the sudden, scalding brightness of sunlight, and she caught sight of the distant rise-and-fall of trees, she immediately started towards them, with very little regard for what might be waiting for her in this strange new land. In her need for the familiar, the foreignness of the world around her was dulled and compartmentalized, stuffed away deep inside of her so she could think about it later. For the moment, she let herself fall into familiar, predatory strides, pacing rhythmic towards the promise of lush green and sun-spattered dark.

Familiar woodland paths led her towards the clear, crisp scent of fresh water; she’d seen a river, from a distance, and it had to lead somewhere. Under a canopy of dappled light, she twined through worn trails, a dark shadow that darted and wove between shrubs and stumps. The forest spilled out onto a clear, needle-lined lakeside, in time, and she was quick to make her way to the bank, hooves spitting up pine in their wake. She hadn’t realized how thirsty – or hungry – she was until she lowered her velveteen muzzle to the surface and practically inhaled the cool liquid. (She wondered how long she’d been in the caves – days? Weeks? Did time even flow down there? It didn’t matter.) She drank until her stomach hurt and sloshed with every move she made, and, even then, she licked the droplets off her lips, unwilling to waste any of the precious, life-giving substance.

She took to staring grimly into the water’s mirror-like surface, then, her lips curled up into a grimace that just revealed the sharpened tips of her teeth.

When she saw a flash of silver scales, she struck; her teeth sunk into slimy, wriggling flesh, and her mouth was filled with the copper taste of blood. Little streams of violent red followed the current, but they were quick to disappear in its ebb-and-flow. Faelan pulled the fish from the water, deposited it on the bank, and, with a merciless strike of her charcoal hooves, smashed its skull. She wolfed the slimy, scaly meat down inelegantly – her mother had taught her to eat politely, but she didn’t think she’d ever really been hungry before, not like this, and she couldn’t find it in her to do it. Not even bones remain when she returns her gaze to the water to find her next target, lips still smeared with a fine coat of blood.






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and all that this scarcity promotes
is desperate men and tyrants


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