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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 15, 2015 at 06:41:24 AM by PSYCHEDELIC
“I swear man, I’m magic.” Keep telling yourself that. Psychedelic rolled his eyes and huffed. “I can’t believe you don’t believe me. You’re such a spoilsport.” The mud squelched softly beneath his weight as the pale-hoofed stallion walked through the bog. His gait was amble, not too fast or slow, simply enjoying the day as he went about his business in his home. He was without company, spare the companion trapped in the deep, inner chasms of his mind, but he wasn’t suffering for it. If anything, Psychedelic was pleased because it seemed suddenly the brothers that had been lurking about in shadows had all at once stepped forward and returned life to the Lagoon. Pausing in his step, Psychedelic turned his neck and cast a curious glance to the few brothers milling about near one another. He supposed he could turn himself around and go join them now that his little adventure was over (all he’d done was walk from one end of the Lagoon to the other, it wasn’t that exciting). Just as the middle-aged stallion was ready to turn about, a call came from the other direction and a curious glance showed him a stallion he didn’t recognize. “Oh, would you look at that. A new brother.” Well, maybe. Most likely. Psychedelic thought briefly on the last time someone had wandered into the Lagoon and the greeting they’d gotten from Felony. It’d been Tithe, a colt who Psychedelic had met previously, and the boss hadn’t given the warmest of greetings. “I don’t think the boss is capable of giving warm greetings.” Psychedelic mentioned offhand. Probably not. You going to stay out of his way when he decides to march up and meet this guy? “Hah! What’s the fun in that? Stay out of his way… you crack me up.” With a flick of his tail he turned himself toward the stranger, answering in a low, rumbling whicker to draw attention to himself and show the guy he was approaching at his call. “Hey stranger, welcome to Paradise.” Psychedelic said once he’d drawn close enough, stopping and tilting his head, eyeing the stallion almost like a curious pup might. “Well, not actually Paradise. Actual Paradise is on Atlantis and it is not such a sausage fest.” Ah, Atlantis! Psychedelic would have to make his annual trip out that way soon, especially because the weather was turning so frightfully chilly. Soon enough they’d have snow. Eugh. Psychedelic hated snow. “I’m Psychedelic, but that’s a mouthful so don’t hurt yourself, feel free to just call me Psych.” His ear flicked and a bit of a grin worked its way over his mouth. “Did you come to join our little boy band? We’re pretty rad; I’d be surprised if you weren’t.” WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
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- the dawn is still dark; - By ROUGARU December 18, 2015 at 04:14:17 AM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC December 20, 2015 at 06:11:15 PM
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