That's what he gets for selling his soul to the bog.

Lagoon
The Boss Garmr
The Marauder Peyote		The General Marko

The Companions
None	Druna	None

The Thieves Jormungandr Khyber Kristjan S�htr�c 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.

That's what he gets for selling his soul to the bog.
Posted on October 13, 2016 at 00:45:44 AM by Dreadscale

Maleficent had wandered off, likely to go cause trouble elsewhere. Their arrival had been a hell of an awakening to how the Lagoon functioned, and it just didn�t sit right with Dreadscale. That was, after all, a swamp ruled by men (or at least, so the lore said) but the so-called Boss of the Lagoon was anything but welcoming and the Trinkets seemed to think themselves anything but.

Of course, the idea of anyone trying to actually herd Maleficent if she didn�t want to move was comical. The white mare was ten times more man than he had been the majority of his life. But now it was his turn, and he would do what he was supposed to, unlike the rest of these weirdos--he would welcome a brother home.

And maybe spar a bit, if the mood struck him.

With an answering neigh, Dreadscale burst into a long-strided gallop that brought him to the gray stallion quickly but not very neatly. He had been dirty before (living in a swamp seemed to do that to you) but now he was dripping in spring mud and there were twigs sticking out of his forelock. If he wasn�t so noticeably equine, one might mistake him for a very heavy deer with some very odd horns.

�Hello,� he greeted, his voice deep and manly (or so he liked to think, in truth it still needed to drop an octave or two.)

�Welcome to the Lagoon. I�m Dreadscale.�

Replies:

like thoughts inside a dream - By Fallo October 15, 2016 at 07:24:35 AM
- All messed up, and it might be over. - By Dreadscale October 15, 2016 at 03:58:24 PM
  - like thoughts inside a dream - By Fallo October 16, 2016 at 07:36:01 AM
    - But let me call you when I'm sober. - By Dreadscale October 17, 2016 at 07:16:53 PM
      - There is no love, just appetite. - By KASABiAN October 17, 2016 at 09:21:17 PM
        
        like thoughts inside a dream - By Fallo October 19, 2016 at 01:47:15 AM
        
        And its consequences keep you up at night - By KASABiAN October 24, 2016 at 02:30:02 PM

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Lagoon

The Boss

The Marauder

The General

The Companions

The Thieves

The Associates

The Soldiers

The Trinkets

Boss's Decree

The Offspring

Rules