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.
peace & trust can win the day
Posted on July 21, 2022 at 10:30:30 PM by thor


Thor is filled with a lot of feelings. Too many feelings. They rise and fall all at once. A mirror of his father at this age, but with something… something else. Depression is hereditary, though he wouldn’t understand that until he was much older. The fits of rage, the prevailing urge to lash out, to be angry or spiteful… yeah. In time, Thor would understand all of those things. Not now. Not yet. So many things would come in time.

A low frustration tolerance seemed like it would be par for the course with his bloodline. Still, the colt manages to steady himself and put on a pleasant enough face. Right, he’s the general’s son. He needed to portray at least some sort of composure… or… something. As much composure as the high-headed child can muster. It’s the kindness, too, that returns to his gaze as easily as it had stolen away. Curiosity returns, and he’s relaxed once more.

Looking for someone, the answer comes. Thor’s head tips to one side, and then the other. He peers openly into the strange stallion’s face, looking for any hints. Finding none, Thor opens his mouth and asks the question once more. It’s an empathic query. “Who?” It seems to be his favorite question, or the easiest one to ask.

Uhtred the man introduces himself. “Uhtred…” Thor repeats it quietly, trying the name out in his mouth. It tastes maybe a little strange, but not altogether unfamiliar. The way the sounds fit together, the way they settle beside one another. Not the most unfamiliar, but maybe a bit. “It’s nice to meet you,” manners, mom would be so proud. And really, it was pretty nice to meet someone else. Someone new, someone who didn’t belong here. Thor offers a bright smile. “I was born here. My dad is the General now, and my grandfather is the Boss.” The colt nods as he speaks, and it’s clear that his ties to this place run deep. A son of the Lagoon, the second generation.

“Where are you from? Is it one of the other islands?” Questions, so many questions. Thor would always be full of them, after all. Frey had told him about some of the other islands, sure. But it would be cool to learn about them from someone who had lived there, someone who knew them even better. Waiting on his dozens of answers, Thor peers at this Uhtred expectantly.









calming the tides of war
weanling. sooty blue roan. sporthorse mix. frey x bellona.



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