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.

You’re not Salinger. Get over it.



Well, one thing is for certain… he really was a man now. A man with a child on the way. Shit, Frey wouldn’t admit it, but he needed his dad. Way more than he cared to admit, he needed his dad. Zevulun was good, and gave good advice, but where was Tyr? Frey would track him down in time. It would require way more pride-swallowing than he cared to admit, but damn… sometimes a boy just needs his dad. That, and the look on the general’s face when Frey told him he’d be a grandfather? Probably priceless.

They were all getting older, after all.

Frey moves stiffly, feeling the winter settling on his back and running through his system. He’s not a fan. At least the Lagoon, with its cover of trees and vegetation, is enough to keep them safe and warm. For all the shit this place got, the sooty stallion really does like it. It’s home, after all. He stretches, welcoming consciousness back into his body. His muscles. His chest. One step at a time, one day at a time. That’s all he can do.

Bold and wild-eyed, Frey crosses the frozen ground with confidence. That’s when he spots it– who the hell? A call curses its way through his system, from his chest. The man squints, then stares openly. That was a stranger. “Who’re you?” No sense of decorum, just curiosity. A stranger in his home, not that the Lagoon was any stranger to… well… strangers. Still, Frey would like to think he was pretty up to date with all the comings and goings. Who the hell was that?
three. friesian x. sooty red roan. 17.3Hh.
Tyr x Kvothe





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