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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 October 1, 2014 at 07:47:59 PM by Léon
There wasn’t much to do in the Lagoon. Léon hadn’t interacted with anyone since his conversation with Psych. He’d seen his dad lurking about, but he’d been in a miserable mood. So, Léon had decided to steer clear. His mother also was no where to be spotted or smelled. There didn’t seem to be anything for the new yearling to do.
He spotted a new stallion coming across the border to the Lagoon. He seemed to be looking for someone. The new stallion was big, way bigger than Léon. All the same, the amber-eyed roan approached. He wasn’t threatening. And the other one
“Hi,” Léon greeted. “What’cha looking for?” He looked up at the buckskin. It was the same color as the scary stallion Léon had meet almost a year prior. But, this one was smaller (Léon was pretty sure about that) and lacked the white butt. He almost wondered what had happened to that stallion. No one he talked to seemed to know who he was or if he were still around.
Guess it didn’t matter too much in the grand scheme of things.