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


Being back on the islands was revitalizing. Psychedelic wouldn’t have wanted to admit it when he first arrived at the Lagoon six years ago, but he could do it now. There was something nice about having the familiarity of a place after living his life as a wandering vagrant since birth. It was even nicer to be among a chain of islands where he had some blood tie lingering here, though faint and severely lacking with relatives. The Lagoon itself was a decent set-up, though he’d seen his way through two bosses and was set to meet the third (thus far he hadn’t been impressed with the other two, the jury was still out on the one he hadn’t met).

“I think I really want to stay here this time.” He said out loud, offhand, as if he were in the midst of a conversation with someone walking at his side (spoiler alert: no one was walking at his side). “I’m halfway through my life and what do I have to show for it? Not like I’ve been counting the miles I’ve been walking or anything.”

Do you remember six years ago when I tried to tell you that exact thing and you ignored me?

“Nope, sure don’t.”

Alright, how about the time I tried to tell you, you got mad and you beat that mare up in the Falls?

“Sorry, memory’s a bit fuzzy. Check again later.”

Just as he’d said it and before his bodiless companion could grumble out an argument, Psychedelic caught sight of an unmet buckskin stallion meandering his way about the Lagoon. Clearly this was a brother of some sort, though whether he was the rumored-to-be new boss Psychedelic had yet to meet or the friend Kendry had spoken of (Indian Hemp), Psychedelic had no idea.

The best way to find out though was…

“Hey! Yo! Wait up!” He barked out and picked up his pace, moving in to a bouncing trot to cover a bit more ground and catch up to the guy. He studied him for a second and if he could, he might have cocked an eyebrow. “So are you the new boss or are you Indian Hemp? Kendry tried to catch me up while I was vacationing away from this place for a year, but I didn’t ask him to paint me a picture as to who was who, exactly.”

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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