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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 October 17, 2016 at 09:21:17 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. The waiting was driving him crazy. Kasabian mulled about the confines of the Lagoon day in and day out, doing his best to avoid the few loyal souls whom remained here. He had no time to deal with the lost boys who thought the world owed them something, and thus so did the Lagoon. So he left most of the recruitment ploys up to Kendry and Psychedelic, perhaps the only two men here Kasabian could say he regarded with any semblance of trust. But the trio were hardly the only ones who dwelled here anymore. There was some heavy set black stallion who Kasabian had caught mingling about Evaline more than once. Then there was Reginleif and another mare whom Psychedelic seemed fond of. Besides Evaline, there was that white mare that came with in with the foolish red stallion. Kasabian hadn't seen them since the ridiculous show they'd put on when they showed up here, but but the tawny stallion caught his scent occasionally in the passing spring breeze. Winter was nearly over and the cold, hard earth was turning soft and wet. The earth oozed with moisture with every step the buckskin stallion took across the Lagoon, and the splintering branches of the overarching trees were beginning to fill with green leaves again. And still, Kasabian waited, each day, for Gabbar and Shamwari to come. And each day, he was woefully disappointed. When Kasabian returned to the islands and found the Lagoon in disarray, he had hoped to rebuild it for one reason only. He came here for Evaline. No one else. So if he could dupe a bunch of bandits into helping him finish her off, great. And if along the way they wrecked havoc among the band stallions and their herds, perfect. Things were off to a strong start. Psych was good at pillaging and stealing. They picked fights in territories where they didn't belong. They gave the band stallions on this various islands a reason to fear the Lagoon again. For a moment, it reminded Kasabian of what it felt like to be a brother again and how jovial and lackadaisical he had been, at one time, in his life. Oh, how things had changed. But then Psych found Evaline. It was in that moment that something changed in Kasabian. Perhaps it was always going to. But whatever chemical imbalance, whatever illness that had slowly ate away at him over the years had finally broken down whatever weak defenses that still remained. Kasabian had no appetite for anything else but Evaline. It was his wretched mother whom consumed all of his thoughts and energy. He'd beaten her to a pulp day after day, feeding the sickness inside. And still he waited, for Gabbar and Shamwari, because all of this would mean nothing to him if he couldn't in fact play out the grand finale he had concocted in his morbid mind. Kasabian was restless. Perhaps that's what drew him from his general reclusiveness and out into the open. So when his green eyes narrowed in on a heavy grey stallion that seemed somewhat familiar, he ambled over with some sort of purpose to investigate. But he faltered upon seeing the smaller red stallion in his company. He listened briefly to their conversation before deciding just to barge in, streaming through some low lying brush absentmindedly until he came within just feet of the other two. "Don't let little Bobby Brown over here fool you. He's no brother. He's just bored." Kasabian spat, golden lobes flat against his poll as he stared at the red stallion, whom thought he'd grown some balls apparently since the last time the two had met. Kasabian then turns to face the larger grey stallion and doesn't hesitate to size him up. "I think I remember you. Were you one of Felony's boys?" He asks bluntly, the thick, matted strands of his tail flicking idly over his haunches. "I'm Kasabian. Your new boss, if you have any intention of sticking around." KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |