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 October 3, 2023 at 11:19:41 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

Something was… wrong with the Lagoon boss.

Psychedelic had not been himself since the fight with the Inlet lead, Parvati, and the subsequent loss of one of Vadim’s trinkets. He had anticipated retaliation from the brash boy, but received nothing of the sort. In fact, within just days of the loss, Vadim himself had been whisked away by some mare. Unfortunately the boss was not even able to breathe a sigh of relief at having Vadim finally gone, because the pain in his left front knee persisted, and if he walked too long on it, it grew hot and began to swell. He remembered hearing a pop when he’d landed from a rear in the scuffle, and the wretched pain that’d shot up his limb and sent shivers down his spine. It’d been that moment the Inlet lead had been able to capitalize on, and the moment he knew there was no way he could continue to fight.

Time could heal all wounds and it was true of the injury he’d sustained to his knee, but despite that initial worry subsiding, there was still something wrong. Despite spring bringing a flush of vegetation to eat, and summer too, Psychedelic could not keep any weight on. He was older now and maybe that’s all this was - old age had finally come to catch up to him.

Among the blue-green waters that gave the Lagoon its name were small banks of sand, and one of them was just high enough that even the swell of the nighttime tides could not grow high enough to wash him away. Rather than hide away in the dense forestry further inland, Psychedelic took to spending most of his time among that long stretch of sand. He no longer wandered back inland to eat… what was the point, if it was doing nothing for him? But chose to spend his days laying quietly on the sand, among the few patches of wispy beach grass that grew there, looking out at the horizon.

When he had spent a time or two on Atlantis a year back, he had caught Talya’s scent, and it had been that which kept him away from the island he loved. That and Tyr, his apparent mortal enemy, taking up residence there. It had been years since he had finally managed to get the girl to leave his side, but now that he was ill and losing his strength, his mind kept pulling to her. He mentally looked over the times he had beaten her or threatened her, or even the time he’d taken that little girl from her. Instead, Psychedelic found himself remembering when he’d been stuck on Salem - his most hated island - and that little, thin pale filly had found him and refused to leave his side. He’d tried everything to get her to go away, but she’d just giggled and stuck to him like she was meant to stick to her dam. One of his most heinous treatments of her dam had brought her into this world and, for that, he had been cursed to raise her and look after her.

Of everyone in his life, Psychedelic knew the only thing he had ever loved had been Talya, and that is why he had hated her so much. Love made him weak; caring for her well-being made him sloppy.

But maybe, just maybe, if he could find it in himself to rise and swim the shallows, he could find her… hear her laugh one more time before death finally came to snatch him away.

Not that he deserved it.

The boss let his eyelids drift closed, head slowly lowering down to the sand and back to the small groove that his chin had already made as he rested and slept there before. He let a light sleep claim him again, paying little attention to any sounds of life moving around him, choosing instead to remember when Talya was little and she’d amused him with her antics. Before he’d ruined it all, as he was apt to do.


PSYCHEDELiC
boss of the lagoon



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