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.
seems like you could use a little company from me
Posted on March 3, 2020 at 03:21:52 AM by Kendry



KENDRY
Her breath is pleasant against his lips, warm and delicate as sea-foam, and Kendry regards her with forward-pointed ears and a tucked chin, openly curious about this little mare who seems as drawn to the swirling surf as he is. When she speaks of somewhere peaceful in which to gather her thoughts, he chuckles in agreement. “Precisely why this is where I chose to blow bubbles,” he says with an easy, unself-conscious grin.

The expression fades a bit at her next words. “Exodus?” he repeats. He’d thought it had been emptier around here than usual, but Kendry hadn’t paid it much more attention past that. His thoughts have been otherwise preoccupied. At this point the Lagoon is little more than a place for him to sleep; he’s no idea who’s running things this time around and even less awareness of the other stallions who call this territory home.

The ocean pushes past his legs and threatens to pull him away from shore by his tail, only to relent and push back, then pull, then push. It’s a relaxing rhythm and Kendry allows the waves to rock him a little, his hooves anchored in the sands of the submerged shore. “Must be chance,” he continues. “Where’s everyone gone? And why?”
stallion . draft mutt . eight . perlino . 18hh . son of marlena


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