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.
daughter of the gods
Posted on May 26, 2014 at 10:36:39 PM by r e g i n l e i f


The afternoon sun peeked out from behind the dull clouds, a tepid breeze blowing softly at the trees which were beginning to show signs of life once more. The thick layer of snow that had covered the lagoon, and the rest of the crossing, had begun to thaw and left large pools of ice water between the patches of still white snow and brown, thick mud. Boggy areas of the lagoon marsh land radiated outwards, becoming dangerous to traverse lest you wish to sink belly deep (or further!) in unyielding mud. While these areas of the lagoon could be a problem for any new residents, anyone who had experienced the winter thaw before knew what to expect.

Reginleif strutted around the lagoon with a smug look on her face. While the other mares (not all of them mind you) had grown fat with the weight of children, she'd kept her womanly figure unsullied for yet another year. She congratulated herself for not having to deal with a screeching whelp come spring and rewarded herself with a mouthful of sweet grass, happy with the knowledge it was feeding her body alone. With the snow thawing, spring was already edging toward the forefront and the new grasses were already starting to crop up where it wasn’t boggy. She knew she'd enjoy the spring and the tired looks on the other mare's faces as they were run ragged by their brats. Catching sight of a rotund creature in the distance, she smirked knowingly, eagerly anticipating that day when she could applaud her superiority over it more profusely.

Happily, she continued her feast, her mind picturing the year to come.

r e g i n l e i f
Stitch x Ársæl



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