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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 May 30, 2016 at 05:33:06 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. There it is. It begins as a inkling, a small kick in the gut, and catches fire from there. Outwardly, all Kendry would see was a quick flick of his ears, the golden lobes pinning momentarily to the back of his skull in just the slightest giveaway of bitter but brief agitation. It seems Kasabian had been gone too long. The young ones don't even know what the Peak is anymore. Maybe they, too, have fell from glory. Maybe the sister tribe at the top of the mountain was gone, the place as empty as this one. But for the brother before him to know nothing of their existence or of the history of where he lives? Well, it just shows how much work Kasabian has cut out for him. "Unless you're actually a broad, you're probably not welcome up there." The stallion says matter-of-factly with a quick swipe of his dark tail. The light-colored stud in front of him widely built, nearly double in mass and size of Kasabian. He looks strong. He'd be useful here, perhaps if he knew a thing or two. When he offers his name, Kasabian bobs his head. He tugs one hoof from the foot-sucking, ankle deep mud and plods slowly toward higher ground. But the sludge the Lagoon is known for clings to his legs in a thick coat. It marks him, its scent envelops him. The land welcomes him home. "Kasabian." He lets a brief bit of silence pass between them before answering his question, ignoring the boy's clever quips. A chilly gust ruffles through the bare trees and tickles a few strands to dance along his topline as its passes. "I've probably lived here longer than you've been alive." The stallion spats, green eyes focused on him now. "But I've been gone a little while. Traveling and such. Is everyone else still on holiday too?" KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |