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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderPeyote |
The GeneralMarko |
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The Companions |
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The ThievesJormungandrKhyber Kristjan Síhtríc Tribulation |
The AssociatesAziziAtticus Leukos Lucifer Salinger Thranduil |
The SoldiersKheldarVaingard Rosto |
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The TrinketsNone |
Boss's Decree"For every brother you bring to ourmidst, 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 OffspringNone |
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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Posted on May 22, 2022 at 02:20:06 AM by Tyr
Tyr stood alone in the muck and mire of his home. His eyes were closed, even as his ears were set on swivel. He listened to the silence that surrounded him, waiting for the next breath of life that might fill this nearly deserted place. The tension that filled the few that did still linger felt like the same poison that now filled his veins. Venom he had once been cured from but now; now Tyr just didn’t know. That uncertainty brought his eyes open, half expecting to see the viper woman’s eyes gleaming from the shadows. Their glow filled with a mixture of hatred and whatever vile emotion that lingered between them, that had somehow brought them together time and again for that toxic exchange that left them both bloody and panting for more.
Whatever Dara had brought out in Tyr that he had long since tried to bury had begun to change the General. The violence he had stopped craving now crawled beneath the skin until he nearly ached for release. It had caused him to be impatient, and cruel to the painted mare that had come seeking her lover. Though his lie had only been words, he had felt that familiar desire to do something much more sinister. To taste her flesh; to place his mark and make her bare the burden of his company. The supposed killer of her heart. To make her suffer as Tyr felt he was suffering, an entirely different ache constricting in his chest.
Loneliness was a pain that Tyr had never thought he would feel again after coming to the Islands. Although he had felt it in his youth; had felt it during the abuse and isolation from his father. It made him wonder, what was the point of being good when he was only ever rewarded for being the villain he was called?
Suddenly, hoof steps among the silence cut through Tyr’s thoughts. At first, he only thought it to be Vadim. The colt had been off exploring, but was never gone for very long. So, the stallion did not look to see who approached. It was the sound of his name; that familiar and yet somehow not, voice that called to him. Every muscle within the pale stallion’s frame tightened; constricting and coiling with that same violence that the viper woman had infected him with. Yet somehow, the General managed to turn slowly, his blue-green eyes falling to the red mare he had not thought to ever see again. “Kvothe…” he barely breathed out, somewhere between a question and an answer.
Tyr’s mind flooded with so many questions that demanded answers, yet none of them made it out of his mouth. He could only stand there, staring at the very antidote he had craved like a dying man might want a second chance to life. Something was wrong; that much was clear. But for all the questions that he wanted to ask, that one couldn’t escape either. The stallion could only stand there, waiting with baited breath for the red mare to tell him what she needed him to do.
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