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
Gόneşlenmek
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.

the blind don't fear the dark

SAND
under your
SKIN

His opponent has no words for him, and the mare at his back is likewise silent. But over the foothills comes a third mare, striding to join their imperfect circle and stall him a little longer at his task. "Captive?" Işıksız clucks his tongue and shakes his head. "Hardly. Though I see why you might take it that way." His eyes flick to the empty expanse behind her. "As if none of you three might ever willingly leave such a.... lively herd."

He turns, close enough to shoulder his prize a bit further away from the Peak mares if she hasn't wised up enough to move without him herding her. One ear remains alert on the mare he battled. Once they've put a little more distance between, he pauses and stares over his dappled shoulder at the one who addressed him. Marceline's name rolled familiarly off her tongue. Friend? Not for long.

His eyes again survey the territory, and this time he does snort. Lightly. Even Salem feels more populated than this. "You know," he adds conversationally, "If you're tired of idling on this rock, you're welcome to join your sister before Marceline extends a more... formal invitation."

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