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 monsters (Oswin)
Posted on December 11, 2022 at 08:52:14 PM by Vadim & Tyr


Vadim watched the change overcome Oswin’s face; the determination once she had her mind set. It gave him hope where there had been fear, and the young stallion nodded his head at her reply. Though he had spent quite a bit of energy rushing to the Peak in such a manner, Vadim had youth on his side, and the small amount of time he had spent here with Oswin had allowed him to catch his breath. Turning away, Vadim retraced his steps down the mountainside.


Once they had made it to flat ground, Vadim picked up a brisk trot, and even into a canter a few times. The youth would be sore the following days, and he would certainly be sleeping good if worry didn’t keep him up all night. He didn’t speak, not knowing what else he should share with the Peak mare. Vadim was sure that his decision to go to the Peak for help would be scoffed at. Especially since they stood for peace and freedom, but had done nothing to help free Reho when that desert witch had taken him.


By time they reached the Lagoon, Tyr had returned from his cool off in the Falls. The stallion had rid the mare’s scent from his flesh by giving a good roll once he had made it inside the Lagoon’s borders, not wanting anyone to trace him back to the mare he had left behind. Before, he would have tried to coax her back home with him, but not now. Not with the threat of an enemy lurking in the depths of what was once his.


“This way.” Vadim murmured to Oswin once he had picked up his father’s scent, keeping quiet as he didn’t want any of the brothers to find out what was going on. Would Psychedelic greet a Peak mare with formality as his father had? No, the young stallion didn’t think so, and he didn’t want to give his father yet another reason for stomping the painted boss into the ground. When he spotted the giant stallion (whom he was nearly as tall as) standing alone next to a willow tree, he gave a soft sigh of relief before stopping. “There.” He said, glancing over to Oswin briefly before looking to his father again.


Tyr stood with his weight mostly on three legs, his hind swollen and aching where one of Psychedelic’s kicks and clipped it rather good. He only had the tip of his hoof touching the ground as he rested, his eyes closed and his ears cast out to the side. It was Oswin’s scent that made him open his green-blue eyes, his crown lifting where it had been hanging level with his withers. At first his ears tipped forward as he turned his head to look at the Peak mare, before they tipped back to tangle into the dirty mess of pale mane. “Get. Out.” He practically growled at the mare. This was not the time for her to visit and he wasn’t in the mood to explain. So Tyr would attempt to drive her out with his sour mood instead.
html: reba | art: frost
stallion | draft x | Dunalino Pintaloosa | 18hh




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