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.
the drunken gods of the living dead
Posted on November 21, 2022 at 11:54:34 PM by PSYCHEDELiC



we're the voice, we're the voice
we're the voice in your head
we're the trash, we're the trash
we're the trash in your bed

content warning: vulgar language

What else were you hoping for?

“A fucking brotherhood,” Psychedelic spat back, with just as much venom as Tyr’s question had been asked.

There was little time for discussion as the large stallion descended, crossing the space between them to collide again. Psychedelic welcomed it, even knowing his already bruised body wouldn’t be able to keep up for long. If the old boss was angry enough he likely had every shot of killing Psychedelic here and now, for all Psych knew.

What a shame it’d be to die because of this fuck.

The familiar voice shot sardonically somewhere in Psychedelic’s mind and made him laugh, which turned into a wheeze as the end of Tyr’s hooves clipped his neck. The pain bloomed hotly down into his lungs, momentarily starved of air as all the wind was knocked clear out of him. His hooves stumbled aside, but he kept himself upright and was glad he didn’t go tumbling down into the dirt. There was no doubt in his mind the last thing he’d see were Tyr’s big hooves ready to pummel down onto his skull.

His ears pinned into his pale hair as he swerved away, then put a little more pull into his gait. Psychedelic didn’t intend to run far, but far enough to indicate he wasn’t going to keep going blow for blow. He wasn’t that dumb. This fight wasn’t worth anything to him. All it was going to do was set him back.

If Tyr advanced to attack again, Psychedelic would just have to turn around and hope to outrun him. He knew the Lagoon well enough, child of it that he was. He knew the pitfalls to avoid where the muck would suck him suddenly down to his chest. If he went for the trees he knew he’d have a better chance at running around and through them than Tyr would. Maybe closer quarters would be a better place to draw this fight into… maybe it would cramp the larger stallion…

“Are you done throwing your tantrum yet?” He barked, narrowing his yellow eyes suspiciously on the thick stallion, waiting to see if he intended to advance or not. “Or are we going to be running up and down Crossing Isle kicking the shit out of each other all day?”


PSYCHEDELiC
of the lagoon



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