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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.

First Breath After A Coma
Posted on November 4, 2019 at 10:44:19 PM by JABARI

I would honestly love you now,
But I would lovingly let you down.

Jabari watched from the shadows as a stranger proudly strutted into the Lagoon. He seemed different from the rest of Cullen's goofy recruits. This one seemed, well, maybe a bit more well adjusted. The painted stallion watched him curiously for a while, from some protection within the brush and the near-naked trees. He shifted his weight from the right to the left every so often - the stallion's mud-caked legs told a story of softening soles and painful abscesses. The Prairie was not nearly as wet nor as humid as this place, and within just a few weeks, the bitter land was beginning to take a toll on him. It only soured him more about about being stuck here.

Piercing blue eyes watched as the grey, sooty stud surveyed the landscape. Cullen, it seemed, was successful at least in coaxing others to come here. What they did after that, however, remained to be seen.

It was in Jabari's nature to want to be useful, but for the right reasons, of course. He had no interest in being just another one of Cullen's cronies, wasting away day in, day out, in this wretched place. But he did hope to learn something from his time here. So he pushed past all his instincts which told him to stay and to hide, and wandered out from the canopy of trees into the clearing. He stumbled and hobbled some, as his aching hooves hit unexpected roots instead of soft mud. And he whinnied to the stranger.

"Hey." He said gruffly, once he got closer. Jabari raised his head high over his withers, and looked down his pink nose at the newcomer. His whiskered nostrils flared as he took in his scent. As suspected, there wasn't a lick of the islands on him. Just the faint stench of seawater. "New here? You must be looking for Cullen." He said curtly with the flick of his red tail over his rump. "Come on, this way."

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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