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.

turn men into beasts



The golden stallion had made the trip back to the Lagoon miserable with his nonstop yammering. Tyr supposed he should be grateful. Jaskier never tried to escape. But Tyr had sooner fought the young stallion than hear another word come from his mouth. Was it possible that his ears could fall off? The draft stallion was sure that if it was, then Jaskier would make sure it would happen. If he was not annoying enough to accomplish it, then the mare he had taken from would try. Her call rang across the Lagoon and all Tyr could do was give a hefty sigh.


Not having made it to his family yet, at least he did not have the burden of leaving them. Instead, he turned and begun to head back to the border. He took his time of course. Not going to hurry on the whim of a mare. When he did reach her, greeted by the sneer on her face and the fury that dripped off of her flesh like an oily second skin, Tyr did the only thing he could think to irritate her further. He yawned.


“If you’ve come to make some threat or proposition, mare, then hurry up and spit it out.” The General said, in no mood to play any sort of games. Typically, he would place some mask upon his face. To be the gentleman, con artist, or even the seducer. But he was tired and she was wasting his time.


html: reba | art: six | img: unsplash
stallion | shire x | sooty dunalino roan pintaloosa | 18hh

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