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 March 22, 2023 at 04:23:09 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 giggles bursting through the trees drew Peyote’s attention first. The growing colt - now a year and a half - was still often caked dark in dry mud, but had also developed an annoying habit of tailing Psychedelic. It reminded him of Talya throughout her foalhood, which often pushed him to be extra irritated, just looking for the opportunity to chase Peyote off with snapping teeth and thundering hooves. Unfortunately for him, Peyote wanted a reaction, good or bad, so even chasing him basically gave the colt just what he’d wanted.

When Peyote jerked his head upright and stared off into the distant trees, Psychedelic found himself wishing he’d be so curious he’d go off to investigate. Then Psychedelic could walk in the exact opposite direction and nurse his wounds in peace.

He had enough on his plate to deal with his son, given the recent loss against the Shore lead… and he was sure Sunshine wasn’t too happy that the kid had attacked the Shore in the first place. Politics. It was all giving him such a freaking headache.

You’re the one that wanted to follow your grandfather’s place and be boss.

“Didn’t you suggest that to me first?”

Peyote flicked an ear and looked back at Psychedelic, then noticed his father wasn’t looking at him and went back to investigating the noises up ahead.

Maybe?

A feminine voice (rarer to hear in the Lagoon) drifted next toward his ears and pulled Psychedelic’s attention at last. He had a fascination with Vána, despite his insistence to say otherwise. Maybe if the Lagoon were busier he wouldn’t find he needed to take his pent-up energy out on tormenting her, but unfortunately for her…

“Ah, what the hell.” He grunted, “C’mon, maybe I can pawn you off on her for a bit.” The painted dun turned and limped in the direction the voices had come. He was lame in his left front leg and had a wretched looking scrape on his neck and his left shoulder where the skin had actually been torn and was raw. Swimming back from Atlantis with those injuries had been just lovely.

Psychedelic and Peyote walked into the clearing - well, Peyote burst into it, leaping with a triumphant “Hah!” and stomping his hooves down onto the ground, pushing out his chest and grinning at his younger brother beneath the dried brown mud mask his face was. Psychedelic limped slowly in behind, rolling his eyes away from him and fixing them on Vána instead. “Thought I’d come by and say hello,” he smiled, but there was no kindness in it or anywhere across his face to be seen.


PSYCHEDELiC
of the lagoon



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