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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10.15.18 Vromme is holding a House meeting! (Read more!)

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10.06.18 The Challenge for Vromme's throne is complete! Congratulations, Bones! (Read more!)

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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Equine
Mare
16hh
5 Winter ❅
played by papaya
60 crystals
6 posts

Dusk was brewing in the golden backdrop of the point of no return. Cold claws clasped tightly around Marishka’s small frame with great force. Her breathing was shallow and harsh against the chilled air, but Marishka’s was unbothered by the unforgiving wastes. Her hooves clicked softly against the smoothed rocky surface, and intrusive thoughts began to creep into her mind. But Marishka was not here to show weakness. Not again. A snarl ripped from her throat, and her slender legs slammed against the ground in harsh stomps. What had warranted this anger that the ivory and ebony girl felt?

Maybe it was the meeting in the oasis. Her outburst was only a glimmer of what Marishka truly felt about being in exile. It was lonely. No one understood her…not even her own mother.

These were the same crags that her mother had visited that night with the girl in tow. Nothing made sense that night. They had been bedded down in the oasis, ready for a broken night’s sleep, when her mother had stood and started walking. Confused, Marishka followed. They walked for a while before approaching the Point. And then…that’s when Marishka’s world was changed for the worst, or perhaps the better.

Marishka’s glittering purple eyes peeked over the edge as the hanging bridge swung wildly against the updraft. Her hooves were mere inches from the edge. This spot was where it had happened. Flinging herself from the edge, Marishka’s mother fell to her death.

A deep sigh slipped from Marishka’s lips in a hushed hiss. Loose curls fell against her pale face, and a single crocodile tear rolled down her snout. This tear wasn’t for her mother, but instead for the life she could have had if she was only born across the bridge. A normal life may have been the difference between this shell of a girl, and a blossoming young mare.




ooc ➳ marishka's weird, rare emotional self is showing
words ➳ 311
tag ➳ Nevermore


Equine
Stallion
19hh
7 Winter ❅
played by Kagome
460 crystals
34 posts
I'VE GOT WAY TOO MANY FEELS, WAY TOO MUCH EMOTION, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S REAL ―
The specter slipped like a shadow through the growing darkness falling across the land. With is head low thin silky locks dragged endlessly upon the ground as he silently continued his trivial exploration. There was a lot on his mind as of late and the beast typically did not dwell on the dismal interactions of the world but these events were directly affecting him. Emotions normally did not register for him, allowing him to carelessly brush whatever might be happening off and continue on as if nothing had ever happened. But here lately, the phantom was experiencing rare blips of something whether it be happiness, confusion or anger.

To a degree, it worried him. It meant that he was slowly becoming more and more like a real equine rather than some emotionless robot. That was what his creator wanted right? For him to be a living, functioning creature, indistinguishable from those around him on a mental and emotional level? But that also meant subjugating himself to the woes and other turmoil that came with such emotions. And that was something Nevermore did not want. For once in his terribly long life he did not want to become what his master intended. He wanted to stay the same, unaffected by everything around him.

Lifting his ebon visage the creature's ethereal lavender eyes skimmed the scenery before him. With a slow blink of his eyes he realized that he was near some sort of desert. From what he could tell the landscape looked rather desolate but it was enough to pull himself out of his plaguing thoughts. Talons clicked and scraped across the crags he walked upon, within the distance he noted a bridge swinging idly. Spreading his obsidian wings he gave them a tested flap, sweeping a cloud of dust and sand away from him but immediately refolded them. He was too tired to fly, and so he decided to walk to his destination instead.

Upon his arrival he witnessed a lone woman standing near the very edge of the sheer cliff face. Nevermore stopped his haunting gait to turn his visage in the stranger's direction, watching her intently. Did she intend to jump? Surly she could not have been admiring the steepness of the cliffs. A faint sight escaped his jaws in the form of glowing lavender breath. He stood there for what felt like a little while and she still did not seem to notice him. It was not his place to interfere with anything this woman was doing, yet he still felt compelled to speak with her. Doth many thoughts cloud thine mind? He asked, perhaps she was just as mentally drained as himself. Thy eyes seem saddened...
000 words. tagged. Marishka

Equine
Mare
16hh
5 Winter ❅
played by papaya
60 crystals
6 posts
Had life become so meaningless that Marishka would throw herself from these cliffs as her mother had? No. Probably not. The snake-like girl had kept her cool for this long, and death would not be in her cards until she had reaped what she had sewn. Lost in her thougths Marishka had not heard the approaching click, click, click from the ghost’s steps. If she had, she would have surely thrown herself overboard for showing weakness.

Marishka’s head snapped up at the sound of his poet’s tongue, and her hoof slipped from under her briefly before she wobbled back upwards. What had she become? A child? Never had she been this jumpy in her days. Perhaps Evandr had gotten to her at the oasis. His booming voice and threats had clouded her thoughts. The ebony and ivory girl had never been challenged before. Not even by the awful Saren.

Pulsating, glowing amethyst eyes flicked upwards to meet the boy that had dared cross the swinging bridge into the home of the exiles. Nevermore would have been a startling sight to her many moons ago, but today she sighed relief. She drank in his odd features and spoke not a word. Talons sprouted from his front legs, and his teeth were sharp and gleaming in the sunset light. The wings that spouted from his barrel were curled into a resting position, and Marishka felt a tinge of jealousy. Nevermore could go wherever he pleased, but Marishka was doomed to the sticky desert air.

After what seemed like forever Marishka had finally decided to take a bold step toward the looming darkness before her. “My mother died here,” her words were hushed and spit in his direction “perhaps my destiny is with her.

Marishka had never opened up to anyone about her past before, but in a new world maybe she would be a new spirit. Stitched lips parted again to let out a small huff. “This is no place to find solace. Why have you come?”



➳ tag: Nevermore
➳ words: 333
➳ ooc: sorry for the trash
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@[Marishka]

Equine
Stallion
19hh
7 Winter ❅
played by Kagome
460 crystals
34 posts
I'VE GOT WAY TOO MANY FEELS, WAY TOO MUCH EMOTION, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S REAL ―
She was silent and remained so until her gaze snapped up to meet him. For a moment he thought the ebony and ivory mare unable to speak after taking note of the threading lining her lips. But there was a small space left for her to do all that most normal equine could. However he could not help but stop and wonder briefly who could have done such a thing to the woman. The fleeting thought alone drove him to glance down at the various limbs that were not truly his. He could remember a time where his master, the alchemist stitched him up over and over replacing parts that failed and refused to work. Was she an experiment too?

His minor flashback and train of thought was severed once he heard the soft sound of rocks and grit tumbling off the side and falling into the abyss down below. Her hoof hovered dangerously close to the edge and the dark man could feel all his muscles tighten. Long jagged claws gripped the siding his stood on whilst his vast wings flinched outward ever so slightly, poised to stretched open in case the duo toned femme had the intentions of jumping. But the action never came, just a hiss of a voice breaking the silence that loomed around them.

The sentence that fell from her lips would have hit anyone like a heavy weight to the chest. But Nevermore could not relate. The phantom had no parents, none that he could remember, and he refrained himself from thinking of the possibility of them. Would it even really be his parents when all of his parts had belonged to someone else at one point in time? If that were the case then the specter would have had an army of mothers and fathers. Regardless, the raven tilted his head and gave a single blink of his pupiless eyes. While the sadness was apparent in this woman's stance and voice he mustered a gentle sigh before speaking.

All life is precious...tis thine own belief that yours in no different. Don't throw it away. The phantom began with honeyed Romanian vocals on his tongue, then paused as the femme questioned him. The obsidian sweeping locks of his fore pooled over to the opposite side of his visage as he turned to look over his shoulder. For a moment there was a flash of a false smile and a chuckle on his taunt lips before fading away. Solace runneth away from me at every corner. That I am use to. The raven man murmured softly, turning his glowing gaze back upon her. I simply wished to clear thy thoughts, my heart hast been heavy lately. I am not accustomed to being mortal... The words fell from his lips with a hint of regret.
000 words. tagged. Marishka




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