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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderPeyote |
The GeneralMarko |
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The Companions |
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The ThievesJormungandrKhyber Kristjan Síhtríc Tribulation |
The AssociatesAziziAtticus Leukos Lucifer Salinger Thranduil |
The SoldiersKheldarVaingard Rosto |
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The TrinketsNone |
Boss's Decree"For every brother you bring to ourmidst, 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 OffspringNone |
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. |
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Posted on September 10, 2014 at 06:38:36 PM by Léon
Léon looked up at approaching hooves. Any company would be pleasant at the moment. He smiled, his wide blaze setting off his amber eyes. The roan boy looked up at the new addition to his personal space. The golden dun was seemingly new. He had weird white patches, but Léon didn’t care too much. There were lots of stallions about the Lagoon. That’s the way it was supposed to be.
It didn’t change how boring it was.
“Yeah,” Léon nodded. He cleared a bit more of the snow off some of the withered grasses. “Is it always like this in winter?” He looked up at the other male. “If it is, I don’t know if I like it.” He swished his short tail. “I’m Léon. What’s your name?”
He hadn’t really met any other stallions at this point. Besides the scary one from ages ago. But, the blanketed buckskin had really startled him then. Maybe he wouldn’t be as scary? Maybe he just didn’t want to admit he’d tripped in the water. Léon shook his head, his mane flying about.