The Lost Islands
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Peak

The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

The General

Marceline

The Companions

None None None

The Thinkers

Naydra
Titan

The Politicians

Ararat
Axelle
Hollis
Mae
Nashira
Serenity

The Warriors

Clarity
Kaeja
Lysimache
Starling

The Trinkets

Beloved
Cato
Cullen
Güneşlenmek
Isengrim
Jigsaw
Kazimir
Octavius
Starscream
Yıldırım

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

"None." - Leader

The Offspring

Diccon (Cicada x Khar'pern)

Rules

• The Vulcan Peak is where homeless mares come to live as a sisterhood. Stallions may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders.

• Warriors keep mainly to fighting, Thinkers keep mainly to raiding, and Politicians may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Codebreaker or Prime Minister for permission.

• All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Prime Minister maintains order within the Peak 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 Peak works on the Rules page.

the luckiest star;



Nashira

[nah SHEER ah]

yıldırım

▻ none (x none) ◅


First came acclimation. While she was supposed to be training, her ability to adapt to the cooler summer and the higher elevation meant that she was not able to train so much as be given leave to wander up and down the slopes of the peak with Sakhmet until she’d become aware that a resident’s brother in the Lagoon was reporting captive women being held against their will and HIS will to set them free.

He was not the Boss and could not do so legally, but with enough movement from outside, he might save a few from sleeping another night in question of their self-achievable destiny.

She had sent Sakhmet to her father and Yıldırım to try and encourage their interference. She hoped to hear soon that at least a few had successfully escaped. She hoped to hear that soon there was a cheer to spread through the islands, rather than rancor. She knew it might mean trouble for the Dunes, asking to interfere [against her own father’s better judgement] but it felt wrong to lament her elder sister’s captivity in a relatively lofty position when there were others being condemned to servitude and no better.

Her redness sticks out only a little now, usually only when she was trading up the rockier portions of the mountainsides and her ease of travel now made her think she was well prepared now to begin properly training. Her wind, her muscles, and the like -- all of them were primed for what Ysabel, her training master, could ask of her.

She treads carefully down the almost gravel decline, nickering when she neared the foothills of one of the peaks, relying on the sound to echo through the valley and find her intended target.


PRINCESS OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES

▻ three years - arabian - bay sabino - 15.1 hh ◅



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