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 22, 2014 at 04:42:06 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



Psychedelic’s head tilted as he listened to the young colt describe the stallion he’d seen. It didn’t sound like any of the stallions he’d met (of which there were few) and privately he was thankful. The way Léon described him, Psychedelic didn’t think he wanted to come across him any time soon. A big, scary guy? No thanks! Psychedelic would much rather stay right out of that guy’s way. “Yeah,” he commented toward the mare topic, taking a break to look out over the Lagoon. “There’s a couple of ‘em, I guess.” One he’d met personally, all shiny gold and aggression. “If you see the gold skinny one, I’d suggest staying out of her way.” Psychedelic gave a small nod. “She’s uh, she’s not too happy.” In time maybe he’d learn to understand that most mares didn’t want to be here at the Lagoon but for now, Psychedelic was clueless when it came to why she’d been so combative.

Psychedelic laughed when Léon did, imagining doing that sort of thing to his father. That would probably be the only time Narcissus would have ever gotten angry. Either that or he probably would have just cried and told Psychedelic he was a ‘big meanie’. “Seems like it was a waste of time to me. But he always did that – he was really out there though. Thought he was the prettiest horse known to the world.” Sometimes Psychdelic was really, really relieved to be away from his sire.

“I think so.” He bobbed his head in agreement to his words. “At least, so far that’s what I’ve found out about them.” He thought about the palomino in the meadow – that memory still gave him tickles in his belly. Psychedelic had an idea of what he’d done, but at the time he’d been clueless. “Sometimes they smell really nice though.” He offered it with a shrug, as though that made up for the fact that they were often times very, very weird.


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


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