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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderPeyote |
The GeneralMarko |
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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 1, 2015 at 04:52:30 AM by PSYCHEDELIC
“Ehhhh…” Psychedelic made a noise of uncertainty as he thought, gaze peering up to the left, lips pursing together shortly after. “Not exactly.” His gaze swung back down to the colt. “Some do, I guess. It’s a good place to get some experience or... something. But that’s not why I’m here.” That’s not why a handful of his brethren were here. Psychedelic had just readily assumed a young colt who looked toward the Lagoon as a future home only looked to it temporarily to help season him for the life of a band stallion. “If you ask me –” Nobody did. “–being a band stallion isn’t worth the hype.” He snorted, rolling his eyes and flicking his tail at his hindquarters. So, it seemed he was going to divulge his philosophy after all. “It’s a lot of work for little reward. Just doesn’t make sense to me.” But then again, Psychedelic didn’t have a typical upbringing and it could have been that very foalhood which turned him cynical toward herds in the first place. Shifting in place, he began to turn around and called to them both as he did so. “C’mon, Gravewolf and I will show you around.” Maybe it wasn’t fair to volunteer Gravewolf to accompany them when he could have been out doing whatever business he wanted to, but Psychedelic didn’t hesitate after he’d thrown the young bachelor’s name out there. “Not that there’s much to see I guess. Just swamp, swamp, and more swamp.” Psychedelic might have shrugged, if he was capable. WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
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