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 December 12, 2022 at 00:57:37 AM 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

“The islands could only hope to be so lucky,” Psychedelic laughed darkly on the breath that chased the words shortly after the other stallion claimed he’d thought Psychedelic must be dead somewhere, not expecting to see him here in the Lagoon. As much as it was said in jest, there was absolute truth to it. There were plenty of horses strewn throughout the islands that would sooner hear of his death than of his return and, if he had it his way, the entire islands would be crying for his head soon enough. Unlucky for the enemies he’d yet to make and the enemies he’d had for years (if any of them still lived among the chain of islands), Psychedelic was still very much alive.

I would say it’s good to see you still hanging in there but who are we kidding.

“Oh, come on now,” Psychedelic chided, but was unable to keep a bit of a grin from curving the edges of his lips, “I know you’d be absolutely beside yourself if I was gone for good.”

Their banter was interrupted by the approach of a stallion Psychedelic had yet to meet, and immediately felt conflicted by his feelings toward the stranger. There was something about his attitude and his detached madness that struck Psychedelic as too-familiar; the stranger reminded him of his father. Narcissus had lived in a world of his own creation - the same madness that had afflicted Talya - and growing up as his son had been the cause of embarrassment and anger for Psychedelic. He was glad his old man was dead somewhere, or at least gone enough out of his life he might as well be, because otherwise Psychedelic would have to put him into the ground himself. He didn’t have the stomach for it when he was younger and Narcissus was around, but he definitely did now.

Annubis’s scoff pulled Psychedelic from the dark spot his mind had retreated to and it helped Psychedelic laugh, shrugging off the momentary tenseness from his shoulders like water rolled off a duck’s feathers.

“Like you haven’t been dying to kiss me since you first laid eyes on me,” he teased, yellowed eyes sliding back to regard the stallion he knew.

The question asked, however, made Psychedelic’s smile grow even wider.

“Nah, I actually thought this place needed me more than the Shore did, I'm the boss here now.” It felt good to say. In the entirety of his life on the islands he’d gone from wanting the boss position to turning himself completely against it. Having that place and having the chance to raise the Lagoon back to the glorious brotherhood it had once been gave him purpose he hadn’t realized he needed. Psychedelic’s attention was fixed on Annubis, far too curious about his reaction to the news than he cared about anything else. Surely the clever stallion would have a retort to fire back about it that’d make him grin. “Ready to pack up from the Shore, Sunshine? I’ve kept a nice little spot open for you, buddy, good and warm.”

Despite their verbal dance, Psychedelic was rather… fond of Annubis. It was hard to find someone who could take it as well as they could dish it. In some ways their relationship reminded him of the bond he and Kasabian had shared. He had a feeling there was no prying the stallion away from the Shore, but he had to give it a try anyways.


PSYCHEDELiC
the lagoon boss



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