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The Lost Islands
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Lagoon

The Boss

Garmr

The Marauder

Peyote

The General

Marko

The Companions

None Druna None

The Thieves

Jormungandr
Khyber
Kristjan
Síhtríc
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.

OUR WILL IS IRON

blackrock, hell is empy, and the devils are here


It had all been a blur.

The screams, the biting, the kicking the hard galloping. It was confusing, too. The boy relied on the only thing he knew: Stay close to mother. When the dust settled, the family he once knew was nowhere to be found. It was only Blackrock, his blue mother, and the red stallion. In an instant, his life and path had so very suddenly changed. It never registered with him that it would be the last time he’d ever lay eyes upon his father, whom he admired and aspired to be like. All that mattered now was his survival.

But that was not the last lash that fate would deliver onto his heart. A handful of days later, his mother had ventured off to bare his newest sibling.

...And she never returned.

For all of the red stallion’s efforts, his ‘prize’ had slipped away without a trace, and he was stuck with a young colt; a mere boy, even. That had been a couple months ago, now -- or perhaps a year? He couldn’t tell -- he wasn’t keeping track. He missed his mother, his father, and the other younglings that he’d played with before that fateful day.

He wasn’t as sad these days, though. For at least he had the red stallion, who, despite his clear disappointment with how things played out, had become something of a pseudo-father to him. Blackrock had chosen to give the stallion his distance this morning, and instead stood within the confines of the Lagoon, standing in the sun. His dark coat gave him more warmth which he appreciated; winter was in full swing, and the air here was humid, making it that much more cool. He had a foot cocked back, balancing his weight upon three mud-caked hooves.

His head hung at a heavy slope, ears crooked back as his eyes rest half-lidded, napping in the morning light. Unlike others, Blackrock felt no need to forage and graze; if anything, the boy had been starting to lose his appetite and it was starting to show.. Now that winter was full-rage, Blackrock felt lethargic and tired all the time, unlike the fiery spirit he’d been during summer and autumn.



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