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.
Those who have strength and courage will never perish in misery;
Posted on February 4, 2020 at 05:39:26 AM by Nova

The small black mare was no fool. The scent of birth was strong on the breeze and considering the herd was made up mostly of testosterone driven males, she did not doubt it would be little to no time at all before one of them dared to approach mother and newborn. What she had not expected was that the fool brave enough to approach would be the Lagoon boss himself.

Though Nova was not born of the islands, she had heard her fair share of stories about the Lagoon and it's leader. Warsaw too seemed to feel a sense of reluctance when it came to going against the whims and wishes of the bachelor leader. Looking at him now, nova was not sure she understood why. He looked like no God. He did not breathe fire nor did blood stain his lips. He looked like nothing more than a stallion in his prime. What did turn her stomach was the look he gave her. As though she were nothing more than an inferior creature that he graced with his words. He moves closer, his expectant gaze upon her newborn son.

Instantly the protective flare arises inside her. Despite the weariness that clings to her skin from such an arduous birth, still she is ready to protect Vaingard should the need arise.

Lips peel back in the form of a vicious snarl, small pointed ears bury themselves beneath the thick mantle of curling black locks that tumble down the side of her arched neck. Defiantly she lifts her finely chiseled head, pale silver blue eyes meeting the palomino stallion's gaze. "How nice to finally be graced with your presence." She purrs, the lilted melodies of her tones laced with venom. A small smile tugs a corner of her ashen lips upward. "I am Nova. But a son of Warsaw?" She murmurs gazing down upon her pale colt with a twitch of her ears. What would it hurt? Make Cullen do a bit of research? Irk Warsaw's nerves? It could be worth it.

A cunning smile ghosts across her lips as she turns her gaze away from Vaingard and meet Cullen's excited eyes. "Why would you think him Warsaw's son?"

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