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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07.24.18 Mandate updates, House leadership, and new layouts! Whaaa? (Read more!)

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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!)

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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.


▶︎ 10.17.18 Higurashi Kagura is now the Jarl of Grosugr!

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

10.11.18 Ambrosius is holding a grand party! All of the Valley is welcome! (Read more!)

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!

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!

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[O] the revenant

Natsilane

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
19hh
11 Winter ❅
played by N A K I
70 crystals
5 posts
N A T S I L A N E

"Wolf of the Sea"

One of his worst fears had been realized this day; Natsilane was trapped.

While he had discovered the tunnels from the distant shore to the heart of the Valley here at the bottom of this lake, the hippocampus was unable to find it's mouth and return from whence he came. It did nothing but sour his mood, as the fish here in the lake hardly seemed suitable for his appetite. At this point, the male felt as if he'd searched every inch of the damn lake, occasionally surfacing to breathe out a plume of lake-water and air.

The whole predicament only seemed to reinforce the fact that he was indeed alone; perhaps moreso than he realized. How long had he searched the seas of his home looking for another like himself? How long had he cried out those first few nights, stranded on ice with a tail for back legs unable to comprehend what had happened to him? Neridian!Nantosvelta! he could hear the echoes of his childish voice ringing back and forth between the bones of his skull.

He'd like to think they had perished, but knowing his elder brother, it was more likely that he convinced their sister to leave and abandoned him--never knowing the truth. He only hoped whatever fate befell Nan that she was happy, wherever she was.

Gliding through the waters of Slidr, rays of sun caught his dark hide and made it shimmer in ways only water could. From beneath the surface, even he could see the changes of the world outside--how the leaves had began to change, casting unique hues along the dark waters. The air had also began to chill, making it far more comfortable by comparison. Nat had lived most of his known life in the far reaches of the North--past the mountains where snow and ice remained year round. He knew most of the denizens were not as accustomed to it as he, but this small change was enough to offer him some comfort in such solidarity.

There had been a few times he had watched from below as equines came to drink and play in the waters, a few even came to practice whatever magics they possessed--but Nat remained under the water. His last encounter with the multi-colored....whatever she was had shamed him in his actions; but Nat had little control over his temper at times. Physically he grimaced at the thought, what a damn fool he'd been.

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