the Teller of Ways

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.

the Teller of Ways
Posted on March 9, 2020 at 11:25:31 PM by LOREL

LOREL

the Teller of Ways

Lorel lingers close to his brother�s side, finding solace in the nearness of one he knows, one that perhaps he alone can trust. The world is so much easier for the slight male to face when he doesn�t have to face it alone. At Ivar�s growled concern, Lorel�s pale red ears seek refuge in his mane. He knows his answer will only serve to frustrate the wolf-warrior, and that is the only reason he hesitates. �I was on the island they call Tinuvel, even though that isn�t its true name,� he began slowly, whimsical and vague as always, saying strange things that seemed like nonsense to most. �I got lost in my dreams, �lfabr��ur, and in my wandering and wondering I forgot to feed.� And then he tucks his head a little in expectation of the reprimand that would come. It was not the first time he had neglected himself so, and in the past, each of his brothers had gently admonished him for this.

The red and white male�s attention sluggishly drawn from his brother to the mare he had addressed moments before. Lorel eyed her curiously as she spoke to Ivar, naming individuals and speaking of events that Lorel was not familiar with, and remained silent after she finished speaking. So much information, given so freely. Judging by Ivar�s demeanour towards this mare, the two were unfamiliar with one another. Lorel would never engage in such an exchange of information with one he did not know, especially if everything about the one to whom he was giving information had an air of menace about him as Ivar did. The scarred, dark stallion was enemy to all except a very small few. Lorel felt privileged to be accepted at his side, regardless of the atrocities that were committed by the smoky black male, with his ever-hungry eyes.

Though he was the furthest thing from a warrior, Lorel would never divulge information on the whereabouts of his brothers, or even of strangers, to a stranger as dangerous as Ivar. Loyalty was etched into the young Icelandic stallion�s very bones. And even though it seems the information offered so willingly by Adelia would no doubt benefit his brother, whom he loved, Lorel felt himself withdrawing from the mare. He had not been present when Ivar had barked his question, demanding to know where the one he searched for was, so perhaps it was a little unfair of him to judge. But, if he�d known that the mare had been the one to approach and to start the conversation off, well, it would firmly justify his behaviour in his eyes. Only a fool came to tempt the wolf of their own accord.

Turning back to Ivar, Lorel briefly pressed his narrow muzzle to his brother�s shoulder. �Come Ivar, please. We should leave this place. It feels so empty, and so hungry. I do not think it would be wise to linger.� The longer he stood still here, the more anxious Lorel would feel. The thought of the war unfolding was like an ever-present shadow cast over him, making his blood run cold. He felt that if he could keep moving, maybe he�d be able to creep up from beneath the shade, if not return some warmth to his thin frame by being active, rather than passive.

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