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.

we're the trash in your bed


I’m getting used to this pattern.

“Well I’m not!”

Awh, come on buddy, what’s so wrong with a little bit of quiet time here and then?

“It’s driving me crazy.”

Driving you crazy? As in… you aren’t already there? HAH, boy, do I have some news for you…

“Shut up.” Grunted Psychedelic as a retort; his tail snapped with a loud, decisive crack at his hind-end. Seasons changed, the stir and buzz that had begun in the Lagoon quieted again to a dull lull, if one could even call it that. It wasn’t just the Lagoon, either. Everywhere seemed… silent. Was Armageddon coming for the islands? Was there a great big meteor getting ready to hit and wipe everyone away that no one had told Psychedelic about?

Probably. They’re probably all off somewhere having a big party and laughing about how dumb you are and how stupid your face is going to look when the meteor hits.

“Jokes on you, idiot, I won’t even HAVE a face when the meteor hits because it’ll be MELTED OFF.” What was worse about the lack of activity was that Psychedelic had grown very, very relaxed at talking loudly to the voice in his head. It was like he behaved when he was exploring the mainland; alone with no one to talk to? Invent a friend in your head! You’ll never be lonely again! The only problem was that most of their conversations were arguments and insults, but maybe that said something about Psychedelics… well… psyche.

Well it already looks stupid anyways, so you don’t need the meteor for that one.

A low grumble/growl was the response in his throat, ears flicking back and pinning against his skull. “Just shut up already, won’t ya?” The aggression inside him was mainly a cause of boredom and, though there were a few herds and herd stallions on the islands, without any back-up Psychedelic wasn’t sure how great being a one-man team of terror was going to be. If time kept passing like this, he’d probably shrug and go for it… it’d be like going out in a blaze of glory, or something.

Sighing heavily he relaxed his tense muscles, ears pulling from his skull and twitching. His tail swung lazily back and forth at his hindquarters and he considered walking somewhere to find a spot where the grass hadn’t been grazed down. “Nah,” he decided shortly after, yawning, “too lazy.”

we're the drunken gods of the living dead
WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD


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