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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 December 23, 2015 at 06:05:26 PM by BRÖKK
He breathes heavily as emerges from the cold ocean water. His throat has become raspy from accidentally swallowing too much seawater on the swim over. Brökk was never great at swimming and the time he has spent traversing to the island has tired him. His muscles scream at him as he splashes through the shallows and onto the beach. The sand underneath begins to sink and he navigates towards more sturdy land. As he reaches his destination he begins to scan the treeline before him. Hoofprints scatter the ground, indicating that this is where most of the island’s traffic came through. Nares flare as he tries to pick up any fresh scents but the overwhelming scent of the sea behind him is the only thing he can distinguish.
He moves towards a break in the forest he had spotted upon first coming onto land. Dirt clings to his wet legs as he disappears through the trees. The breeze comes to a stagnant halt as his body becomes encased by the thicket. The air is warm despite autumn hanging over them, and he wonders how cold it would get as winter approached. The chirps and chatters of the other animal life in the woodland fills his ears, whilst in other areas the eerie calmness that winter brings has already begun its process. As he moves further away from the ocean he is able to distinguish more scents. Those of equine he does not know are strong on the trail he has taken.
Brökk has been walking for more than an hour when the scent of fresh water begins to tease him. His throat has become raw and there are rings of salt on his coat from the seawater. He’d likely have to take a dunk in order to get the gunk off of him. The winding trail he’s been following, he now knows, will end out of nowhere and then begin again hundreds of feet ahead. It’s after the trail has once more cut off when Brökk hears the trickling of liquid. He stops looking for wherever the trail starts back up and makes a beeline for the water.
Hooves sink into the soft muddy bank as he at last reaches a source of fresh water. Head lowers and whiskers twitch as he dips his muzzle below the still surface. He is immediately relieved from the annoyance that was his throat. He decides that he’ll wait to get the salt off his coat, not too keen on jumping into more water after the swim he just finished. A cool breeze reaches him, even from within the canopy of trees. It’s then that he decides to wait here, eventually someone would come forth.
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- Pay Me My Dues - By Tithe December 24, 2015 at 03:12:57 PM