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.

turn men into beasts



Tyr was glad to hear of the daughter they shared. Even of the future that Oswin wished for her. He couldn’t count the times he had tried to get Kvothe to join the Peak when they had first come together and she had not yet joined the Lagoon as his companion. Thoughts of children; of the Peak and the Lagoon, being able to work together. To continue this united front they were striving for. It was a hope that had nearly died in the stallion, now giving fuel to flicker back to life. Yet it did not bring as much comfort or soothing as the feeling of Oswin resting against him. To feel her surrender into the touch as her weight leaned against his frame as her neck rested over his. Tyr closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and drinking in the gentle perfume and crisp Peak scent of the mare. She needed this; so did he.


“I am tired.” he murmured. “This path we’ve chosen to take, it is hard to see the ending we desire. The Islands…. I’m afraid they will always see us as the demons in the dark, here to snatch away mares and children.” Because he had been that fresh stallion out of the sea, ready to conquer this new land. Tyr had seen it in others; the testosterone filled need in young men with no way to direct it. That was all that anyone would ever see; one who might be bad, when the many were trying to be good.


The stallion tilted his head so that his muzzle could brush gently across her white splashed shoulder in a tender caress. “I needed you.” he echoed in a soft whisper. To remind him, he wasn’t that demon in the dark. To keep his mind focused and his eyes trained on the future they had set for themselves. Else Tyr was afraid of being swallowed again by the less than desirable needs he hid himself from.

html: reba | art: six | img: unsplash
stallion | shire x | sooty dunalino roan pintaloosa | 18hh

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