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.
i won't let the shadows take their toll
Posted on August 26, 2017 at 12:49:51 PM by ARGENTO


ARGENTO

Here in the lowlands, Argento had discovered that the winters were nowhere near as severe as they were on the Peak. It was a welcome respite, for he had never been a fan of the cold, and found that snow - while pretty at first - quickly became an unpleasant hassle that took too long to melt away.

He thought back to his childhood, and remembered cozying up to his mother when it became so cold that ice crystals formed on his whiskers. The slopes of the mountain had been lethal that time of year, too - slick with sheets of hard ice - and he could still remember his family having to travel down into the foothills when it started to appear, before they became stuck on the cliffs or slipped and fell to their deaths.

He was glad he’d left all that behind, and often wondered how and why his elder sister could still stand to live there.

Having ventured out into the open to slake his thirst, Gent now retreated back into the shelter of the forest where the snow was less intrusive and the wind not so cutting. When a set of giant hoof prints caught his eye, he stood and admired them for a moment, wondering what monster could have possibly made them. He had just placed one of his own hooves into their cavernous depths to compare the size difference with amusement when a creak of tree limbs nearby reached his ears.

With most of the trees naked this time of year, it was not difficult to spot the huge, dark mass lurking in a thicket not far away. Gent swiftly approached the figure and soon came across what was, quite frankly, the largest horse he had ever seen.

With barely-concealed wonderment on his face, Gent addressed the stranger from the relative safety of a short distance. “Good sir, if you’re trying to hide that mountain you call a body, I’m not certain it’s working.”

3; FRIESIAN MIX; BAY SPLASH BLANKET; 16.1HH

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