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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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.


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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!

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[P] no man's land

Andante

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17.3hh
2 Spring ✿
played by Kagome
900 crystals
60 posts
His mind flashed back to the raven, the three eyed avian that loomed near a branch closest to him as he stood upon his throne overlooking his people. It was certainly not the strangest thing he'd ever come across but he was in for a world of surprise when the creature parted its beak to gift him with a formal invitation. Blinking his ruby red eyes the recent memory faded as his hooves stepped over the changing landscape. Lush song filled forest gave way to sparse, parched ground the closer he edged toward the far east. A place where Hel had told since the beginning to steer clear of.

But alas, here he was, going against the only valuable tidbit of information he knew of the land. A heavy sigh caused his barrel to expand and contrast as he lumbered along. His head his head swimming with questions the longed to know the answers to. Time became apparent once he looked up to see the skies bleeding a vibrant red and leaking a mandarin orange, signaling the telltale signs of dusk. With a swish of his tail he climbed the crest of a hill to look over the never ending expanse of the wastelands.

Sweeping sand and cracked earth were all that adorned this place with the exception of very few dry vegetation that dared to grow in the harsh climate. The boy king's brows pinched together thoughtfully as he slowly and carefully inched his way toward the canyon like area. He had to hand it to this Warden of the Wastelands, anyone tough enough to thrive in this deserved an audience. Once again, Andante tosses his gaze over his shoulder to gauge the time and sure enough, the last few rays of sunlight were just peeking beneath a few clouds. Plunging what otherwise would be a sweltering desert into a frozen wonderland.

@Evandr

Evandr

The Warden
Spiritborne
Stallion
20hh
9 Summer ☀︎
played by Soupi
160 crystals
33 posts

Evandr

Beneath the weight of his hooves, cracked earth further splintered and flaked with each progression of his slate hued hooves. A soft plume of dust betrayed his approach despite the oncoming navy of twilight. His sapphire eyes rose to the deepening atmosphere where the richest of purples ushered in the stark midnights. Speckles of stars already fought through the pitch, twinkling as the moon rose to take the mantle of the sky and her husband sun fell to sleep. His gaze fell, sweeping across the expanse of the East a moment, eyeing the terracotta sounds now painted lavender, and the distant mountains now an enigmatic blur of black. The temperatures had already fallen, and they would continue to fall as the whistling winds swept through the sands.

Now Evandr’s gaze swept again. And this time, it eyed the roaring rapids rushing through the gorge to his immediate right. A swirling mist weightlessly rose from the belly of the cavern, and those minuscule droplets of water fortunately found their way upon the Warden’s piebald hide. The cool was alarming, and caused his skin to prickle with a shiver, but it was pleasurable. The journey to the Point was a harsh and daunting one, but when the mists from the Ginnregin Rapids managed to drape across one’s skin? It made it worth it in the end.

Through the veil of soft water’s brume Evandr made his approach, his sapphire visionaries eyeing the other side – the Valley’s portion of this continent – with interest. Tryggr had been an enigma since Fredrekke had drowned them so long ago. It’d been years, so far back even into Saren’s previous reign, that anyone had been punished to exile from the House to the West. Part of the Warden considered that no one may show, that the bastard House had simply dissolved into nothing but a name in old lore. But, he also liked to be proved wrong.

"He's here,", "The King is here," a gauzy, phantom voice whispered into his ear, which flicked in natural response. Since he'd been burned by that fiery nymph so long ago, at times it seemed that they very sands, grasses, and stone of the Wastelands spoke to him. He never shared the fact, because he was sure that it would frighten others as much as it frightened him. His mother, bless her, had had mental in-capacities. Evandr always attempted to reassure himself he'd be fine in his old age, that he wouldn't suffer the same fate. But he couldn't promise himself anything.

A lone figure stood upon the opposing side of the ravine. Fleetingly Evandr recalled that Caelian, Sovereign of Ambrosius, had refused to come alone and brought guard to protect him. The boy here was younger than the other obsidian king, but had made the journey in solitude. “It speaks of his character in numerous ways.” Bravery was a feat not many could claim with honesty, if that’s what one would call this young boy. Some may call him foolish. He didn’t know Evandr. Didn’t even know if Evandr was the party he’d ultimately be meeting in this remote location, where the earth crumbled beneath their hooves and the river lashed with white caps as it surged through a deep laceration in the stone.

For all this boy-king knew, Evandr was going to push him from the ledges.

But of course, that was hardly his plan. He may be the executioner of the exiles, but nothing would come from pointless murders. Through the dull roar of the rapids and the mist it produced, Evandr drew himself to the lone stone bridge that connected the Houses and the Exiles. A beetled brow darkened his face, a parted forelock of ink cascading over the cutting edges of his visage. At first it seemed he planned to walk directly into the Slidr River Valley, unheeding of the unspoken laws. But his confidant, deliberate strides halted at the exact mid-point of the bridge. “Good Evening, Sovereign of Tryggr.

W C: 678
T A G: Andante
M U S E: 4/5
O O C: ...





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@[Evandr]


Andante

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17.3hh
2 Spring ✿
played by Kagome
900 crystals
60 posts
MAMA CALLED ME DESTRUCTIVE, SAID
IT'D RUIN ME ONE DAY ―
In the distance there emerged a bulky figure dowsed in shadow. A quick skim of the sweeping sands behind the fellow indicated that he was alone. So perhaps this was his intended audience? Harks snapping forward attentively he watched as the hefty man silently stepped upon the rocky bridge with caution thrown to the wind. Apparently the link between house and exile had stood the test of time and had no intentions of crumbling tonight. With an air of silence Andante lifted a cloven hoof and crossed himself until he too stood in the middle before the stranger clad in twilight.

Chilled mist clung to his pelt, making his skin jump in response as if to shoo an annoying fly. Hopefully it would not leave him soaked by the end of this meeting. As the man greeted him with his title of sovereign Andante simply gave a curt nod in response before speaking himself. Good evening to you as well, Warden of the Wastelands. And if I am remembering correctly your name is Evandr? The name's Andante... There was a part of him that remained agitated of this stallion knowing who he was and what he ruled over. If a complete stranger that lived in these wastelands knew of him who else might have known? Regardless he remained careful with guarding which emotions choose to highlight his features. And confusion nor worry would dance across his visage tonight.

He allowed his crimson gaze to sweep over his conversation partner for a moment longer, eyeing all of his scars and rugged exterior. Evandr simply seeped power and looked as if he were meant to rule this place. Then his attention drifted him, to the sands and hardy dry desert beyond. With a soft sigh wafting from his nares he spoke again. Your title is admirable, Warden. He was not one for compliments but he had to give the him that one. He could respect the amount of restraint the executioner had for not simply walking across the bridge and being done with it. Because here in these conditions he would have ignored the rules.

Your message mentioned wanting to have all of the houses communicate with one another again...Can I ask why you wish to see that happen? With that being said Andante turned his attention back to Evandr with a single brow raised in curiosity. While he remained cool and collected on the exterior he gripped himself to prepare what he might say internally. Coming out in the open with the other houses would inevitably mean chaos and disagreement from time to time. But what of his house and Ambrosius, two houses that naturally shared bad blood? He would have to keep his house ready to defend itself at all times if necessary.
000 words. tagged. Evandr

Evandr

The Warden
Spiritborne
Stallion
20hh
9 Summer ☀︎
played by Soupi
160 crystals
33 posts

Evandr

In the twilight hour, Evandr's eyes were one with the astral horizon above them. They seemed as abyssal in the dark as the sky, and the highlights that danced along the glassy navy surface were his own inner stars. These quiet galaxies stared across to his companion, a young man whose own visionaries emulated the deepest of garnet, dashed with his own burning stars. Evandr couldn't help but consider... blue and red... which was a beginning, and which was an end?

It didn't matter.

While Andante took the proverbial torch and instigated conversation after the Warden's brief introduction, Evandr did not soften the steely brow that etched and shadowed his features. Upon query, he confirmed the boy-king's memory, and offered a deeper one still when the obsidian pelted colt offered a compliment. A compliment. From a sovereign, to the warden. He didn't know if that had ever occurred in the history of the Slidr River Valley. "Flattery gets you no where in this place, but I appreciate it none the less..." His tenor voice murmured. While it still struck the man that this king - boy-king, who clearly could not have held a throne long? - had already broken the mold. He thought back to the Ambrosius Sovereign, the collected and almost as youthful Caelian. He'd been a foreigner, he could still smell it on him when their meeting had transpired. But Andante? His cologne was seeped deep with the pines of the West. Evander was familiar with the perfume, any Tryggr House member banished to a life of exile was coated in it.

Evandr's ears pricked, curious to the boy's next question. Communication betwixt the Houses? A small expulsion of hilarity left his nares in a snort. "My apologies, that was not the intention of my message. It matters little to me whether the three Houses rip themselves apart." It was stated so matter a fact, as if this topic was one of many conversation in the volcanic Wastes, so far from the prying ears of the three mighty banners that ruled the Valley. "The Houses had fallen quiet. I was beginning to think there was no one on the thrones at all. Without sovereign, without the Houses, who's stopping us from reclaiming our ancestral homelands?" It was an odd question. Evandr wasn't one for minced words or hidden threats. But, truly, if the ravens of the Order returned and no one had been on the thrones? What was stopping him from taking the entirety of the Valley? What was holding him back from releasing the invisible shackles of his fellow outcasts and letting them return to the spoils of the Valley? Perhaps it was best the boy showed, reminded Evandr that there was opposition of far greater numbers than theirs across the ravine.

W C: 465
T A G: Andante
M U S E: 3/5
O O C: This is garbage I am so sorry





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within reasonable limits!
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@[Evandr]


Andante

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17.3hh
2 Spring ✿
played by Kagome
900 crystals
60 posts
MAMA CALLED ME DESTRUCTIVE, SAID
IT'D RUIN ME ONE DAY ―
Flattery? Surely Evandr did not think he was trying to butter him up, did he? The boy king rose a brow subtly, if only for a fleeting second before giving a slow blink of his crimson eyes. I only speak the truth warden. He wouldn't have said anything at all if he did not think the hulking stallion worthy of it. Regardless, as he heard the brutish man thank him the dark young sovereign gave a single nod of his head. You're welcome. He murmured in a low tone of voice.

A slight breeze caught his burning curls and waves, tugging his scarlet mane as a fine mist from the rapids sprinkled his coat. His ebon audits twitched upon hearing the warden speak again and Andante allowed a soft hum of understanding slip through his vocals. At that the male nodded his head once more. It was an understandable comment. Evandr had nothing to really do with the houses, therefore he truly had no real reason to care what happened within them. Makes sense...

Now, upon hearing the desert dwelling man's hypothetical question Andante felt his brows crease together. It was something he had briefly been wondering himself. No one, He uttered with a nearly nonexistent shrug. However, out of curiosity, what did stop you? Was it really just traditions of old? The young man questioned with a tip of his visage. Who demanded that you should live a life in the desert to begin with?
000 words. tagged. Evandr

Evandr

The Warden
Spiritborne
Stallion
20hh
9 Summer ☀︎
played by Soupi
160 crystals
33 posts

Evandr

A single brow on the Wardne's visage, causing threads of a black forelock bleached by the sun to tumble to the sides of his jowls. The question that the boy had introduced was rather simple, and yet profound. Was tradition keeping him from crossing the Point? Was tradition fueling his meager authority and his opinions of his fellows? Evandr had always considered himself against the status quo of the Valley; he saw potential in the Wastes and the castaways in them where the Houses saw only desolation and ineptitude. That very belief that there could be pride found in the eternally shifting sands and dry, cracked beds of soil is what drove the amethyst piebald to the position he was in.

Just as quickly as his brow had risen, it fell. "Do you know the traditions, boy?" his verbal bite snapped, the restraints of cordiality and common sense failing the Warden presently. Although, Evandr knew his question was ultimately valid. While this Andante character's accent displayed some nuances to a time spent here in the Valley - for even the exiles boast a similar speech pattern, those born here at least - there was a foreign pronunciation, a lack of weight upon words that those raised in the Valley would tremble beneath. But Evandr's restraints were in place, and the furrow that had prickled in his brow eased. There had been another item in which the crimson haired boy had been right, despite the Warden's disbelief in his breeding here.

"But yes, if traditions are the only thing that keep us corralled in the Wastelands, then you are correct. The Houses fall, and we can move in and take our rightful homeland." Evandr pauses, wondering if this passivity he's blanketing the damned and cursed with may cast the incorrect image upon the young king. "Or perhaps, by your suggestion, we should drop those traditions. We are many, we exiles, and strong in constitution. We have to be. But I'm sure you'd appreciate a Warden with more tact than that. I am the gatekeeper, afterall."

W C: 342
T A G: Andante
M U S E: 3/5
O O C: ...





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@[Evandr]





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