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.
Young men, KNEEL BEFORE THE KING
Posted on October 16, 2014 at 12:46:18 PM by CEOLWULF


C E O L W U L F

It was too quiet.

The spring had brought new life to lagoon; things were picking up; gaining momentum. However, there were days when silence took command and all the progress looked to be grinding to a halt. A recent head count had found their numbers up, but two of their trinkets had disappeared without trace. While the rise in men was promising, the loss of women, with nothing gained from their departures, was not. They needed to be more vigilant, or at least complete their trades in a more timely manner; let the band stallions deal with the slippery mares.

Ceolwulf huffed an annoyed breath as he walked through the lagoon. There was an itch in his bones; irritating and relentless. He needed to do something. He needed to fight or take something that wasn’t his to take. He needed to see pain and hear the dull thud of hoof on flesh. He needed action.

Taking note of the various colts that wandered the lagoon, it struck him that there was little point in gaining all these colts if they did nothing with them. They needed men willing to steal and fight for their purpose - not boys with little to no training. An idea forming, the black stallion halted abruptly in a wide clearing, golden eyes narrowed as he looked off into the trees. A slight smirk flicked over his lips before a deep, summing call was sent out to the yearlings and young stallions.

Today, they would learn how to fight.

XY . IBERIAN MUTT . BLACK . EE aa nPrl . 15.2 HH
styrke x solveig
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