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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.

i forge myself.
Posted on November 26, 2019 at 10:00:20 PM by Lagertha

i am iron,

Lagertha

and i forge myself.

Cullen's silence just makes her blood boil hotter.

Her nostrils wrinkle as the stench of the Lagoon floods her nose. She slows as Cullen slows to a halt. He doesn't give her a single word, not a welcome to your new home or even a get lost you t�k. She eyes the Boss for a moment as he slinks away, just far enough that his scent didn't assault her nostrils but she could still feel his prying eyes.

Oh by Thor's hammer... how in the Hell did she end up here? She peers out from beneath her blonde shaggy forelock, taking in her surroundings, listening to the soft murmor of the insects within the grass. A single ear flicks as she waits for Cullen to speak, or atleast leave. She hopes for the latter. She hopes to hear the retreating sound of his hooves, yet, she remains disappointed as he lingers.

With a huff, she drops her teeth to the grass at her hooves and takes a few bites. She lifts her crown and swivels it toward Cullen, she chews and stares right at him. She stops her chewing for a brief moment, a sardonic smile curves the corner of her lips. "Oh the grass is so delicious." she says sarcastically. Her dark eyes glitter with a mischievous glint. She would insure he would loathe the very speaking of her name upon anyones lips.

Translation:

Icelandic - Sooty Silver Bay Splash - Mare - 14.1 hh - D�gun x Unknown
of the Peak

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-THERE IS NO HONOR AMONG THIEVES - By ℭULLEN November 28, 2019 at 05:47:55 PM
- the Terror that Preys - By RAGNARR December 4, 2019 at 12:33:35 PM
  - i am iron - By Lagertha December 6, 2019 at 11:10:00 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