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 white trash circus
Posted on September 5, 2014 at 08:49:14 PM by PSYCHEDELIC

WE'RE THE DRUNKEN GODS OF THE LIVING DEAD
we're the voice, we're the voice, we're the voice in your head



When the mare reared up, Psychedelic took two steps back. The whites of his eyes rolled and he snorted loudly, staring at her in confusion. Before he could answer her question another mare charged in, a mare he didn’t know. “HEY!” He bit out in surprise, his own ears pinning back as he stepped back another step. There was a fair bit of distance between him and the mare that he didn’t know but now there was a stranger between them as well.

This is why we’re a bachelor.

“Tell me about it.” Psychedelic grumbled.

Could you imagine living with a whole group of these?

But even being a bachelor didn’t spare him from grumpy mares, it seemed. Psychedelic snorted and rolled his eyes in response. Disregarding the way the other mare had tried to drive him off he looked instead at the first mare. “I live here. I’m not following you. Why would I follow you? I don’t even know who you are!” To her panic, Psychedelic was exasperated. “You ran away from me!”

His eyes slid to the other mare. “And I don’t even know who you are either.” Psychedelic scowled. “Why are you all so rude?” He questioned them like a child that didn’t understand because, quite frankly, Psychedelic didn’t comprehend the whole ‘You’re a bachelor stallion so others aren’t going to be your fan’ thing.

we're the trash, we're the trash
WE'RE THE TRASH IN YOUR BED


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