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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 July 21, 2016 at 10:13:53 PM by PSYCHEDELiC
Why did you come back? Why do you keep coming back? Psychedelic knew the answer. The voice knew the answer. He flicked an ear but fought the way the muscles of his face wanted to contort into a frown. He’d be happy to tell the voice to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine but he’d been counseled in the past against addressing the voice among tangible company. Rather than answer the voice (and he heard a low chuckle echo in his head as if it was proud of catching him), Psychedelic ignored it and watched Kasabian instead with ears pricked forward. The new boss seemed alright, considering the last who Psychedelic encountered. He didn’t appear incredibly manic or intent on world domination, but much like the attitude of brothers before him. Most stallions chose the bachelor life just for the sake of not dealing with herd dramatics; some of those lucky ones who called themselves a brother liked to do a little bit more just to piss off the guys who took herd life too seriously. Why should the islands get to have all the fun anyways? Psychedelic was always along for the ride, never caring if he was pointed in a direction and told to go rain on someone’s parade or if he was left by his lonesome to march around and make his own fun. Then came the question as to what he intended to do. Psychedelic refocused his attention on the buckskin stallion. “Whatever you need, boss man. I’ve fought a couple times in the past for this place, some defense, some offense. Tried a steal or two but never succeeded. I don’t mind trespassing, don’t really care about boundaries. Raids, raising hell in all meaning of the word… I can do it if it comes to it.” Psychedelic paused and made a face akin to a grimace. “I hate Salem, it’s a disgustingly hot dump filled with sand and I’ve got past beef with one of the stallions there, but if you tell me to head out that way, I wouldn’t argue.” Because above all else, Psychedelic loved it when life was interesting. He could tell him about his love affair with Atlantis but, honestly, that’s a fact Psychedelic would like to keep to himself. For now, at least. WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
Replies:
- There is no love, just appetite; - By KASABiAN July 30, 2016 at 05:00:07 PM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELiC August 2, 2016 at 05:50:57 PM