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
Posted on August 8, 2016 at 05:06:18 PM by PSYCHEDELIC


Psychedelic was proud of himself and was allowing himself a moment to take to his pride. What wounds he had sustained when he’d failed to steal away the leggy black mare in the Dunes stung a little less now after he’d accomplished thievery. There had been no rhyme or reason into why he’d plucked away the palomino mare; Psychedelic’s only concern had been to send a message, to show this leader of the Dunes (who Kasabian had mentioned having a grudge against) he wouldn’t always triumph over the Lagoon. Psychedelic felt it was safe to say the message had been sent.

There will be repercussions.

“Bring it.” Said Psychedelic, and he meant it. No matter what storm came by his little trifling, Psychedelic had begun to show the islands it wasn’t time to count the Lagoon out of matters. One success beneath him and he was already turning his mind toward other islands and other leaders. The quota for captives of the lady kind would soon be full as the Lagoon was still small in number but it didn’t mean anarchy couldn’t continue to fester.

He shook his head, white hair lying haphazardly on either side of his neck, and brushed his nose against thick, tall green grass which grew thick among the brush. Just as he’d considered taking a bite he heard the soft sound of a horse navigating through the soft muck of the wetter places the Lagoon had to offer. He preferred to take comfort on hard ground rather than stand about in puddles but if this were his prize, Psychedelic wanted to keep an eye on her.

Not that he didn’t think his other brothers were equally capable of watching her in case her boy decided a raid was a good idea.

Psychedelic started forward, his tail flicking at his hind as he went, twigs snapping and scratching against the thick, scarred pelt of his barrel. “Come out; come out, wherever you are.” He called for her as he moved, flicking his ears and listening for any giveaway as to her position.

“Ah, there you are.” He said as he caught sight of her gold hide through the trees and moved so he could break from the shadows and come to her. “Aren’t you going to thank me for taking you away from that horribly hot island?”


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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