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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderPeyote |
The GeneralMarko |
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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 January 29, 2015 at 03:53:20 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. Everything about the Lagoon felt stale. It's temperatures during the winter months, for one. The air just sort of hung there, no breeze to freshen its taste. Nothing felt crisp. The trees, the muck-ridden ground stayed the same. Even the company -- the men here, were stale. It was as if the Lagoon stood frozen against the test of time. The stallions here grew older, new, younger blood came in. The same character flaws and desires were churned anew in the form of another, but the feel and reputation of this place always remained the same. Nothing ever changed. The tawny colored stud didn't bat an eye when Fallo spoke again. His attempts to taunt him by calling him "middle aged" drifted in one lazy lobe and out the other. Sure, he wasn't the youngest recruit by any means anymore. But his history here stemmed much longer than this brute's, that's for sure. Kasabian wasn't here to argue. He had nothing to prove to the gray stallion standing in front of him. Let his quips ensue -- they mattered more to him than to Kasabian. "We? You are no one," Kasabian spat, golden lobes lay flat against his poll in a brief, venomous manner. Emerald eyes scanned him up and down one more time before taking a step forward, the strained muscles at his hip aching as his weight was placed evenly over his four legs. "I was useful here before, long before your sorry ass found its way here. I can be useful to the group again." He watched as the stallion stalked away, bobbing his head solemnly to let him know he caught his name. Kasabian wasn't here to start a fight. He didn't find Fallo's words particularly disrespectful, but if the grey stallion wanted to size him up, Kasabian saw no reason why he shouldn't question him, too. "I'll find him." Kasabian confirmed, eyes drifting out down a trail which lead toward the west. He didn't bother giving his name. KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |