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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 August 14, 2015 at 10:59:32 PM by PSYCHEDELIC
Oooh hey, he's a future lagoonie brat! Though not a father himself (well, maybe not, Psychedelic had covered a few mares in his past and could very likely be a father), Psychedelic had a surprisingly large amount of experience with children. Hell, the last time he’d been a resident in the Lagoon he’d gotten to know a couple of the little kids around here, particularly his favorite had been a boy named for a lion. Psychedelic was even somewhat disheartened when he came to realize the colt wasn’t anywhere around anymore. But that was neither here nor there, because he didn’t know the dark black, sort of graying yearling standing nearby. Another young one had come from the tree line; body all freckled and painted, thinking Psychedelic had been talking to him. Psychedelic blinked and then grinned. “All’s good, I didn’t even see you lurking around in there. Stay a while, visit.” His hooves shifted in the soft ground, moving closer to the pair, both far younger than he was (in body, at least). His ears pointed at the first one he’d noticed, the yearling who named himself Tithe. “Welcome to the Lagoon, kiddo. I’m Psychedelic, but you can call me Psych.” He turned his neck, throwing a glance over his body at the early autumn sun-soaked Lagoon that looked back quietly at them. “What do you think of your future home, eh?” He swung his head back and blinked, curious. Wonder why this kid’s gonna live here… you think he’s some whelp one of your brothers sired? Psychedelic’s ear twitched, but he didn’t answer the curious question that had arisen. It wasn’t uncommon for his brothers to sire a kid or two given their wandering habits and the amount of unattended mares in estrus who happened to be on Crossing Isle at the wrong time, wrong place. “So, why are you all set to move here? Someone thinks a little bit of bachelor boot camp will shape you up for being a herd stallion?” That was the more common reason if one didn’t have a familial tie to pull them to the seaside all-male residence. Psychedelic himself thought band stallions were absolute idiots, but that was a statement to be made at another time, or maybe during a whole different conversation. WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
Replies:
- STAIN THE WOLF'S TEETH WITH BLOOD - By GRAVEWOLF August 17, 2015 at 09:02:04 AM
- To Take What I'm Owed - By Tithe August 18, 2015 at 02:40:41 PM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC September 1, 2015 at 04:52:30 AM
- To Take What I'm Owed - By Tithe August 18, 2015 at 02:40:41 PM