The Lost Islands
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Peak

The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

The General

Marceline

The Companions

None None None

The Thinkers

Naydra
Titan

The Politicians

Ararat
Axelle
Hollis
Mae
Nashira
Serenity

The Warriors

Clarity
Kaeja
Lysimache
Starling

The Trinkets

Beloved
Cato
Cullen
Güneşlenmek
Isengrim
Jigsaw
Kazimir
Octavius
Starscream
Yıldırım

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

"None." - Leader

The Offspring

Diccon (Cicada x Khar'pern)

Rules

• The Vulcan Peak is where homeless mares come to live as a sisterhood. Stallions may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders.

• Warriors keep mainly to fighting, Thinkers keep mainly to raiding, and Politicians may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Codebreaker or Prime Minister for permission.

• All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Prime Minister maintains order within the Peak and has the final say.

• Elections for leadership positions will be held every TLI summer, provided the qualifying criteria are met.

• You can find detailed information about how the Peak works on the Rules page.

YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK

IMPAZIENZA

Impa scowled.

She’d come down from the mountain after a particularly nasty evening with both Jezibelle and Imp —the bickering between the two was the worst noise she’d ever had to put up with, and with the chestnut girl almost to maturity, their fights had started becoming more physical— with the intention of collecting herself before heading into the Lagoon to see if she could liberate some mares from the bachelor herd and had stopped by the wide stream to slake her thirst.

She’d have to travel all the way to the Falls to do that now, however, because some inconsiderate carcass had dropped its wet black ass right in the water, and Impa wasn’t about to drink anywhere near the fallen horse. What if it was diseased? Maybe she’d be better off traveling off-island to one of the territories with a lake, perhaps somewhere on Luthien...

The black blanketed mare snorted and tossed her head as she stepped around to the horse’s back. She could see its barrel rising and falling with breath, so obviously it was still alive, but there wasn’t much other information the half-blind mare could glean from it. “Hey,” she said, and lifted one hoof to prod delicately at the prone horse’s withers. Heaven forbid she contract whatever disease had felled it. “Get out of the water. You’re going to make everyone sick.” She dropped her hoof with a heavy stamp, hoping to startle the black horse awake if her voice had not been enough by itself.

17’3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE


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