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.

They're Catching Onto Us





They said we'd burn so bright.
We burn this city and go.






The young stallion stood as tall as his average-stature legs would let him, his head still held high over his withers as he tried to make himself look as big and as wide as the spotted stranger standing in front of him. He snorted once, twice, and even pawed at the ground some in a somewhat aggressive manner, still unsure of what to make of this fellow. His words helped him relax some however, despite Paradiso's clear uneasiness about being in the Lagoon. Maybe he was right. Perhaps the turmoil ended with his the death of his oldest brother, a stallion he never knew.

Paradiso wanted to believe Argento. He really did. But there was something in the back of his mind that told him to be skeptical. He was, after all, the son of Evaline. The stallion's sooty-colored ear lobes flicked forward and back as he weighed his options. He didn't want to start a fight -- Argento seemingly had no intention to, and Paradiso would surely suffer if he tried. Perhaps he could learn more about what happened here, and this place in general, if he continued on friendlier terms.

So he just listens, and bobs his head once in understanding when Argento explains the current situation of the Lagoon. "So why are you hanging around here, if it's so boring and quiet?" He asks curiously, with the gentle flick of his dark tail.

Paradiso's nostrils flare as he takes in the sour smell of the humidity and the mud and the seawater. Why anyone would want to live here in these conditions, he does not know. The stallion's blue stare brightens at the mention of Valentine, another stallion he never knew, but idolized all the same. "Yes. He ruled the Prairie."



Paradiso
Stallion | Evaline x Valentine | Smokey black pintaloosa | 15 hh | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl
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