and I forge myself.

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.

and I forge myself.
Posted on February 17, 2020 at 11:12:32 PM by Lagertha & Mj�llnir

i am iron,

Lagertha

and I forge myself

She does not hear, nor feel the pain that ravages her body. All she knows is crushing darkness, it consumes and swallows her whole. Fear grips at her heart with every beat, with every breath it is like fire licking at her soul. She does not know how long she is in the crushing darkness, when she hears a voice trying to break through the murky depths; at first it is faint, just barely a whisper. But as the seconds tick by it grows louder, Ragnarr calls to her, his voice strained and full of emotion. She stumbles through the darkness even as it pulls tirelessly at her, desperately trying to pull her further into its inky depths. Your son needs your fighting spirit. Her son? The words are barely audible but enough that she can feel the strength returning to her bones. Your fight is not over. Air returns to her lungs, a refreshing breath that draws her further from the darkness.

I love you.

Her heart thunders wildly in her chest, and she draws strength from the gods and her eyelashes flutter open. "Ragnarr," she says quietly just above a whisper, "�g hef alltaf elska� �ig."

The colt does not understand what is happening all he can feel is the tension in the air as it presses down on him. Another soft nicker leaves his lips as his face is cleaned and the blurriness begins to leave his glacial blue eyes. He struggles to stand but manages to pull his spindly legs beneath him as he stands near to the prone body of his mother. He turns his bald face to the pair, his father's voice is soft as he leans into his mother. He stumbles through the sand to his father's side, his eyes watching as his mother's eyes flutter and look up to his father.

Lagertha can feel the strength returning to her prone body, the pain still rakes through her abdomen and she winces with each fresh wave; but she is alive. Her dark eyes move from the man she loves to their son as he makes his way across the sands to stand near to his father. Her heart swells, as relief washes over her, he was healthy and strong.

A sigh escapes her lips, as she lays her head back into the wet sand, resting. She knows that their son would need to nurse soon, but she need a moment longer to regain her strength.

She lifts her bald face to look at Ragnarr, her chocolate eyes finding his. Her heart swells as she looks upon him, she sees him for who he is. Not the man that he once was. "The gods knew, they knew that I would need you," she whispers, her voice full of emotion. She turns her dark eyes to their son, a soft smile touching her pink lips. "What shall we name our son?" she asks, knowing the honor that naming their son would bring Ragnarr.

Translation:

�g hef alltaf elska� �ig: i have always loved you

Icelandic - Sooty Silver Bay Splash - Mare - 14.1 hh - D�gun x Unknown

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