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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 February 5, 2016 at 06:02:19 PM by PSYCHEDELiC
Psychedelic only bobbed his head as to Kendry’s assumption. His grandfather had died long ago, flesh rotted back into the muck of the Lagoon, bones picked clean by scavenger birds and hungry predators. It was poetic or something like that. Psychedelic tried not to think of the same fate he was building for himself. Death would come when it did and though he wasn’t afraid of it, he’d just rather not think of it all the same. At the sight of Kendry moving into a more relaxed position, Psychedelic was quietly grateful. He too, followed suit, resting his leg on the side which hurt the least and nearly groaning at how wonderful it felt to do so. He managed to bite it back, which was probably a good thing. Nothing like making things awkward by moaning during a quiet lapse of the conversation. He blinked, ears flicked at the large stallion as he questioned the attendance of the bachelors. A bit of a dry grin twisted on Psychedelic’s mouth. “In and out, I guess.” He threw a glance over his shoulder, seeing nothing but the bog of the Lagoon awaiting them, though the smell of his brother’s was ever present, meaning they were somewhere. “Seems like they’re out more than often, but they’ll pop up when you least expect it.” In fact, he was worried at any moment the boss would come bearing down on them, demanding to know the outcome of the battle Psychedelic had been involved in. As fed up as he was and irritated as he was with the fight, Psychedelic knew it wouldn’t be pretty if he was going to be reprimanded. But, alas, he refocused on his new buddy. “I’m the creeper that always seems to be around here.” A quick flash of a grin was on his mouth. “But I’ll give you a head’s up, the boss is Mr. Grumpy Pants, so just be prepared for a bit of growling and grumbling when you meet him. I think he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed every single day.” WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
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- and I can’t resist - By kendry February 17, 2016 at 09:27:09 PM