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.

should I cool it, or should I blow?


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mason;


Somehow he’d forgotten that this mare could or would not speak, and so, as he stood there dumbly while the chill wind whipped his black and white mane into a tangled mess, waiting for her to say something, he could not help but lift his brows with bewilderment when she only smiled and snorted heavily. “Fish still got your tongue, huh?” Mason sighed with mock-frustration, and chuckled. Then his mind went to a troubling place: what if it was only him that she could not speak around? Smile fading, he mentally chewed on that for a moment, then pushed it away. I guess I’ll find out eventually, one way or another. No use dwelling.

He watched curiously as the dark mare reached out to him. For a moment he thought she was offering her nose again – for appeasement or the like – but she continued onward, stretching out her sinewy neck until he could feel her warm breath on his white-splashed shoulder. He was puzzled for a few moments, and tried to recall if he had rolled in something unsavory earlier that day. If he stank, however, it did not seem to trouble his mute acquaintance for long. Next she was reaching backwards to nuzzle at the round, fluffy hair of her barrel, and then the two separate gestures made something click in Mason’s head. A low, apprehensive chuckle rumbled in his throat.

“I know I’m getting fat, no need to remind me, Nameless Girl,” he chided her in good humor, and rolled his eyes at the heavens. “Been doing too much sitting and not enough walking. You’re one to talk, though; you been eating for two or something, eh?” Mason had not intended on commenting on her weight, but now they were on an equal playing field, and the gloves were off. He could only hope that she would take it for the joke it was.

3; EE Aa nT; felony x alexandra; mutt; 16’1

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