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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 August 8, 2016 at 05:15:38 PM by PSYCHEDELiC
“No idea.” He replied honestly, shifting his weight and frowning a bit in thought. In his mind he glanced over the various islands lying in wait which were slowly beginning to swell with numbers. “All of them in due time, I guess.” He responded after a pause, glancing back at her with a mischievous glitter in his gaze. The idea of getting up to no good was exciting for Psychedelic; sitting around and doing a whole lot of nothing seemed to be of little fun. Psychedelic only grinned a bit when Raniyah seemed so set against having joined up with a band stallion and settled into a life of mundane nature. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said flippantly, “even if you’d been forced to join up with some idiot, it’d be kind of a compliment to think you’d sneak away from him just to see little old me.” A tease held the tone of his voice as he winked playfully at her. But he considered her remark concerning living a life of adventure and took a quick moment to look around them at the shore side lagoon. “If you’re looking for adventure, you should stick here for a while.” He looked back her way. It wouldn’t always be safe, but Raniyah was a grown lady and could handle herself if things went bad. In time he’d paint a target on his back for any band stallions on the island and it likely meant they’d try everything they could to send a message. Their eyes would inevitably fall on the black appaloosa, likely assuming she was held against her will. “You’ve got to promise me something though.” He said, smiling with a bit of wickedness, “if a band stallion steals you away to try and make a point, you give him hell for me, yeah?” Oh, and Psychedelic would be sure to give him hell too. WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
Replies:
- ++I Don’t Dance++ - By Raniyah August 9, 2016 at 10:49:39 PM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELiC August 10, 2016 at 05:23:35 PM