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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 July 12, 2016 at 09:40:19 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. The buckskin stallion lurks quietly along the edges of the Lagoon. He's close enough to the shoreline of the Crossing to hear the crashing waves in the distance and smell the faint salt of the sea in the passing breeze. It comforts him some, as his green eyes survey the muck that is the shallow Lagoon, the place he now calls home and has decided to invest and cultivate into something more. He can smell Dakota and Indian Hemp and Kendry among the trees. There's even a new scent lurking here, another recruit he could only assume Kendry had come up with. Adding to their numbers was a start. Mobilizing the group to be something other than a lazy band of misfits will come next. The sky is a dark shade of violet, the burning stars covered by looming shades of grey. Kasabian doesn't have a whole lot of experience ruling, especially other men. Sure, he'd been a bachelor for most of his life at this point. He'd been a band stallion here, but that felt like a lifetime ago. Nevertheless, he never thought of himself as a leader until now. It was personally motivated, of course. The anger he had for his family is ultimately what drove him back here, There was a madness bubbling just under the surface, a sick need to teach them all a lesson, to make them remember, for better or for worse, the son and the brother they left behind. He would need some kind of power here to do that. He would need the numbers, the bodies to help him. Then he's set his plan in motion. When did he become like this? Was it really all that long ago when horses here knew him as a carefree and easy going, friendly guy? Kasabian was a shell of what he once was, and he had no intention of reverting back into the weak, pitiful creature once was ever again. KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |