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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 June 22, 2016 at 04:44:14 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. The buckskin stallion watches from a distance, green eyes surveying the quiet Lagoon. He's circled the perimeter of the Lagoon several times now, re-familiarizing himself with the borders of his new home. The place is equally as quiet as when he found it. Kendry has mostly kept to himself or has been away completely. Kasabian wanted to spend at least a few days here before venturing out to make himself known around the isles. It was important to the stallion to know his new terrain, where the best vegetation was, where best to lay his head at night and any dangerous spots to watch out for. His life spent mostly as a nomad had at least taught him that. But it wasn't long before the stallion was beginning to feel restless. His return to the islands was supposed to mean something. It was supposed to take his life in a new direction. But here he was, alone per usual, wandering an empty territory that unlike before, had walls. He briefly began to second guess his decision to come back here. He had a lot of work cut out for himself if he did indeed wish to return the Lagoon back to an active and respected status. And there weren't too many bodies around to help him do it. A golden lobe flicked forward and back at the sound of a break in what was otherwise a cool and calm water source in the Lagoon. Green eyes searched through the husks of trees for the source of the splash. Dull and chipped hooves carried him across the soft and moist earth toward the sound. He halted several feet away from the riverbank, watching the paint stallion clean an open wound along his side. Before long another equine appeared, a spotted stud whom he'd never seen before. Kasabian watched him stumble some and took note of his murky eyes. Had Kendry been out recruiting? If so Kasabian would be impressed. Perhaps the draft breed was of more worth than he'd given him credit for in the past. But it seems he'd only collected a pair of misfits. One that couldn't stand up to a mountain feline and another that was clearly blind, or close to it. With a low grunt and twitch in his step, the buckskin stallion moved slowly through the trees and out into the open. He does not announce his arrival, but instead wanders to the edge of the bank not far from the appaloosa and lowers his head to drink. He watches both of them for a minute until he's drunk his fill. "You guys lost or something? This place isn't really open to the public, per se." KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |