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Lagoon
The Boss Garmr
The Marauder Peyote		The General Marko

The Companions
None	Druna	None

The Thieves Jormungandr Khyber Kristjan S�htr�c Tribulation	The Associates Azizi Atticus Leukos Lucifer Salinger Thranduil	The Soldiers Kheldar Vaingard Rosto

The Trinkets None	Boss's Decree "For every brother you bring to our midst, 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 Offspring None
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.

In my scabbard was a Peacerose.
Posted on October 28, 2015 at 01:07:41 PM by R O D R I G O

�For all evils there are two remedies - time and silence.�
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

Walk it off soldier he might have said long ago, in another time and place. Rodrigo was well aware he was in that place no longer and this was no army, and if it were this one certainly was not under his command. Just the same he smiled at the other stallion who was usually a ball of energy in this Lagoon, striving toward�toward what Rod would wonder�his own ambition? Both ears were perched and tilted forward though only the right was fully functional at present but working enough to catch what was exchanged. "Besides the bad weather? Not much friend." which was truth. The bay andalusian had returned from another search with nothing to show for it. At least by now his discouragement was becoming less of discouragement and more of an appreciation for the continued expedition. The blasted roses gave him a purpose at least�something he had been lacking these last few years of sulking and living like a criminal, as if all honor he had worked towards all his life had been soiled through trickery and lies�.which was precisely what had happened.

"Do you by chance know some better grazing?" Rodrigo was careful not to test another stallion's stamina, so to by choosing not to ask the other if he was cold and wanted to walk�but opting instead to ask if the painted and spotted hellion could direct him. It was his way, he was a titan in his own light, but never condescending and almost always humble in his manner. Life in the Lagoon was different than his time spent in the Peak�here he was among those of his own sex and there were certain freedoms afforded a gentleman her that was perhaps not so afforded among those of the vulcan territory.

"I might frequent the Lagoon, but my stays are hardly long enough to call myself a full resident of the place�though I am grateful for the sanctuary this place grants me being a stranger to the isles." He was not so much a stranger now, but in light of others who grew up here he was still an outsider�and given his past he was not going to make the mistake of feeling at home in a place where he truly was not. And then he was reminded again of all the wrongs done him and his family on account of their being outsiders. Rodrigo shook his frame of the cold and of the bleak memories and refocused on the other brute.

"You strike me as a spry fellow, Psychadelic. I would expect a hellion like you to be heading his own herd by now�you must live for the bachelor life yet." Rodrigo was in good spirits despite his fatigue and hunger. He wished to be if anything merely out of courtesy. This fellow was a curious one about this Lagoon�not quite the lead, but not quite hardcore bachelor that rolled with the likes of Felony (at least in Rod's own opinion). Then too�what did he know, really, about this Psychadelic?

OOC: <3

RODRIGO
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we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC December 2, 2015 at 07:43:36 PM

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Lagoon

The Boss

The Marauder

The General

The Companions

The Thieves

The Associates

The Soldiers

The Trinkets

Boss's Decree

The Offspring

Rules