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


While the stranger is busy answering Vadim, the taller stallion looks over the stranger in appraisal. He was not little by any means, his legs strong, his body holding the potential for muscle and power after some shaping up, after some practice battles. Vadim wonders about his lineage and where he comes from. Though the smell of salem, even beneath the salt wash of the ocean, helps to give some idea. Would he be the kind to let loose, and enjoy the ride of having fun as a Lagoon stallion? Or would he have the demeanor of a strict herd stallion that simply hadn’t grown old enough or experienced to hold a territory? Vadim kept his smile, and friendly face, even while all these things drifted through his head.


“Well, you’re in luck. I was born here. My name is Vadim, and I know what’s what.” the pale stallion replied, using the stranger’s choice words with a short chuckle. “But first, since you know my name, and I’m clearly from here….. What do you call yourself, and where are you from?” Vadim said. “After all, not everyone can find out the dark’s secrets.”


Vadim was sure with his choice words, he would find out pretty quickly what sort of stallion this youth would be made of.


html: reba | art: frost
stallion | draft x | Dunalino Pintaloosa | 18hh




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