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


Psychedelic eyed Raniyah for a minute, but it hardly took him little time at all to decide. “Nah, I don’t want to pick on anyone.”

Right now.

His ear twitched and a grin slipped up one side of his mouth, but Psychedelic did little else to acknowledge the dry voice which had echoed in his head. It was true at any moment he could be persuaded to act more viciously if a situation arose, but essentially he thought himself laid-back. How could a stallion consider himself laid-back when he treated others the way he’d treated Sunshine or the thoughts he had about Valve, Psychedelic couldn’t begin to say. Maybe there really was something disconnected up inside his head.

“We should go see Atlantis. You’ve got to see those beaches.” Ah, his long-standing love affair with the tropical island. Psychedelic was less likely to cause dramatics on the shores of Atlantis, given he liked to try and make a visit out that way at least once a year. It was a pretty place and it’d be a shame to always be met with a fight every time he visited.

Not that it would keep him away from visiting.


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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