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



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

Ahem.

Psychedelic’s eyes stayed closed.

Wake up!

That age-old companion hissed quietly from somewhere outside his body, one of the few things that could pull him from his fugue state. Psychedelic slowly lifted his chin, sand blanketing the bottom where it’d rested on the ground, and blinked his bleary eyes open to eventually focus on the stranger standing in front of him. Just a season ago, maybe more, the Lagoon boss would have never allowed himself to be walked up on while he stayed laying down; further, upon being greeted, he would have lurched himself to his feet and greeted the other horse eye-to-eye (well, as best he could). But Psychedelic did none of those things. He only tilted his head and peered upward at the stranger just as the stallion said his name - Rosto, Psychedelic definitely did not know of him - and then you look to be the stallion I heard ran this place…

A dry cough came out of his lips that may as well have been a laugh, since that’s the noise he attempted to make.

“Not for long.” Whether death came for him in the form of illness and time, or the vengeful hooves of an angry enemy (of which he had enough), it was coming soon. Even moreso, there was no chance his brothers would agree to keep him in a leadership position when the next round of voting came. He was partially surprised no one had taken note of his condition and called one now. It had to be obvious to them all that this husk of a creature was not the same boss who’d come to try and rally them together before.

“What do you want?” Blunt, and with a sigh, the dunalino paint asked as he tilted his head back and peered upward at the other stallion.


PSYCHEDELiC
boss of the lagoon




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