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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.

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They have remained glued to each other's sides. He has tried to be brave but he can not shake the fear that crawls into his bones and clenches at his heart. It turns his stomach and he can hardly pull a few blades of grass from the pungent mud at his hooves. He remains quiet and only speaks in hushed tones as Isabel turns to speak to him when finally the two stupid stallions leave.

What will happen to us now?

The question just hangs in the thick air and it weighs down on him. He swallows hard and looks at her with piercing blue eyes. "I don't know," he manages to squeak out. The fear clenches at his throat and creates a lump that is hard to swallow. He clears his throat and straightens his shoulders. He tries again.

"My father will come for us," he says this time louder and with a noticeable lift of his head on his shoulders. There is no way that father would leave them here in the Lagoon. He smile begins to crawl across his lips as hope replaces the crippling fear he had felt just moments ago. He turns his eyes up and looks at their surroundings, he takes in the swamp and the others who linger in the shadows. Who would ever live in this forsaken land?

"I will protect you until then," he says with a puff of his chest.



Sigurđr
weanling - icelandic mutt - heir to the Ridge




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