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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderPeyote |
The GeneralMarko |
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The Companions |
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The ThievesJormungandrKhyber Kristjan Síhtríc Tribulation |
The AssociatesAziziAtticus Leukos Lucifer Salinger Thranduil |
The SoldiersKheldarVaingard Rosto |
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The TrinketsNone |
Boss's Decree"For every brother you bring to ourmidst, you may keep a trinket all to yourself. She will not be sullied or traded, unless you deem otherwise. But should you bring a mare here without a new brother first, then I will consider her property of the Lagoon as a whole and do with her as I see fit." - Garmr |
The OffspringNone |
Rules• The Lagoon is where homeless stallions come to live as a brotherhood. Mares may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders. • Soldiers keep mainly to fighting, Thieves keep mainly to raiding, and Associates may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Marauder or Boss for permission. • All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Boss maintains order within the Lagoon 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 Lagoon works on the Rules page. • Upon election, the Boss can issue a rule for members to follow during their tenure. It is up to leadership to enforce. |
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Posted on December 30, 2014 at 06:19:49 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. His first stop was The Ridge. The former king stood along the shoreline, his hip cocked to the right, allowing a sore hind leg and ailing joint to rest against the cool, though rough-edged surface of one of the many boulders that littered the landscape of his former home. He breathed easy, cool and hazy plumes rose and evaporated in the humid, though slightly chilled air with every even exhale. Golden lobes flicked back against the buckskin stallion's thick cranium as the sounds of the crashing waves directly to his east deafened the chirps and buzzing of the Ridge's jungle inhabitants to the north. Atlantis no longer felt like home. He was losing himself. And in order to regain his sanity, to find just a glimmer of the man he once was and longed to be again, he had to get out of there. The pressures of being a band stallion drove him mad. And his results were dismal. He barely had a herd anyway, though the guilt of leaving the few who remained under his care still ate away at him. Especially then, he stood at the border of his former homeland. Of his former life. So he returns to the Lagoon, the only true home he'd ever had on the islands. The tawny stallion's hooves sunk into the soft earth with every stride. Moisture bubbled up, seething along the earth's crust, where the roots of each stalk of grass began. It had been some time since Kasabian had stepped foot into the Lagoon, however, it appeared as though the place hadn't changed one bit. Emerald eyes scanned the distance as he moved along, following the well traveled paths of equines that had come along before him toward the heart of the terrain. KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |