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


There was absolutely no way to miss a stallion like Kendry coming through underbrush and forest when he wasn’t trying to lessen alertness to his approach. Psychedelic flicked an ear and stopped his meandering walk at the sound of twigs snapping and leaves rustling, glancing toward the direction with intense curiosity. Most days someone coming after him wasn’t exactly for a good reason… he’d had plenty of spats with stallions here on the islands and wouldn’t be completely surprised if one of them thought to beat his face in the very minute they saw him.

He kind of had that effect on some people.

It was cute how much they liked him.

But it wasn’t a stallion ready to over-aggressively welcome him back to the islands in the form of combat. Instead it was a big, pearly cream stallion that Psychedelic recognized immediately. A crooked grin attached itself to his mouth and he’d opened up his lips to say something generic like, ‘hey’, but was cut short by Kendry barreling into him and nipping at him.

“Ack! Woah! Agh! Hey!” Were among the sounds Psychedelic made as he pulled his face away, then laughed the more it continued and turned his neck inward to give a few quick little playful nips himself. They were like children, the pair of them, boys finally given the chance to run out to recess and play punchy-kicky in a friendship sort of way.

“I’ve been exploring the great unknown, mi amigo!” Psychedelic stretched his neck and regarded Kendry side-eye style. “And where have you been?!”

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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