The Lost Islands
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Peak

The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

The General

Marceline

The Companions

None None None

The Thinkers

Naydra
Titan

The Politicians

Ararat
Axelle
Hollis
Mae
Nashira
Serenity

The Warriors

Clarity
Kaeja
Lysimache
Starling

The Trinkets

Beloved
Cato
Cullen
Güneşlenmek
Isengrim
Jigsaw
Kazimir
Octavius
Starscream
Yıldırım

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

"None." - Leader

The Offspring

Diccon (Cicada x Khar'pern)

Rules

• The Vulcan Peak is where homeless mares come to live as a sisterhood. Stallions may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders.

• Warriors keep mainly to fighting, Thinkers keep mainly to raiding, and Politicians may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Codebreaker or Prime Minister for permission.

• All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Prime Minister maintains order within the Peak 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 Peak works on the Rules page.

HEROES GET REMEMBERED











Anath was soaking wet but exhausted. It had been many years since the champagne mare cursed these shores. Born here… born to the Islands. Raised on the Islands, though maybe not in the best way. She was the Islands, and the Islands were her. That didn’t make sense. It didn’t matter. In truth, Anath didn’t know how much longer she had left. The one thing the legend knew? She had to come back. She had to die here too.

In truth, there was no way of knowing how much time had passed. The Islands were full of ghosts, and she was one of them. This was the time of the year where the veil was thin, after all. It is with a fading pang, crossing the threshold of the Peak, that she hopes to see Black Heart Machine. If she thinks hard enough of the Teke mare, Anath can smell her on the wind. It happens on the bad days. Her stomach churns.

Though Anath was aged, she wasn’t infirm. Time hadn’t been kind to the general, but physically she felt okay. Scars littered her champagne pelt, and she was stiff in the mornings, but her body hadn’t failed her. Not yet. No, it was the mare’s mind that would lose orientation first. It was the mind that would go long before the body. She’d always been in the best shape, pushed herself the hardest and the furthest. At least Anath had that to rest on.

She rests. It’s at the base of the Peak, in the flat expanse of grasses. The swim had taken far more out of Anath than she had planned. She needed to catch her breath. One in, one out. Again. One in, one out. Right. It would be a while longer before she trudged up the Peak itself. For now, she would take her homecoming from down here.

Anath


"HEROES GET REMEMBERED
LEGENDS NEVER DIE "




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