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.
damu ni nzito kuliko maji .
Posted on July 26, 2021 at 12:27:17 PM by Azizi

Azizi
blood is heavier than water
Dawn had only just broken, and already the Lagoon had come alive. Even in the darkness of night there were always sounds; crickets, a rustle of leaves, the distant chittering of some nocturnal creature. But come sunrise? As Azizi carefully picked his way across a relatively clear gap between the thick foliage, his umber ears turned this way and that, picking up a myriad of noises - a bird winging unseen overhead, perhaps in response the the muffled song of one of its kind, a soft splash at some nearby shallow pool of water, a twig falling into the undergrowth, and the whine of an insect too small to be seen.

Not a breath of wind though. In the heart of the Lagoon, even the canopy above him was silent, so close and so dense were the trees that grew here. Thankfully, this late in the Autumn, the air was cool, but come midsummer, Azizi imagined it would be stifling. A different heat to the deserts his kind were born to, but the lanky legged colt figured that if he could survive scorching sun and sizzling sand, why not the high humidity the Lagoon would present?

From his understanding, the stallions that roamed this patch of land wanted him to stay here. Azizi wasn’t quite sure why. He understood the concept well enough, from the happy tales his mother had told him of her past. But the part he didn’t understand was why they wanted him. None of the Bachelors knew anything about him, save for what he looked like (and even then, only few had been afforded glimpses). And it wasn’t their fault, really, because Shenzi had kept him hidden and heavily guarded.

But how would they know if he belonged with them? If it turned out that they were to keep him, what happened if they were disappointed? What if he wasn’t good at any of the things they’d hope he’d be?

The brown colt forced himself away from these thoughts before they had a chance to trouble his heart. (Because if he stayed, it would hurt his mother either way - whether she was kept here with him, or permitted to leave without him.) Ears swivelled at a new sound, the sound of a footfall somewhere nearby. He paused mid-step, one white-socked hoof held in the air. Slowly, he set it down, turning his face in that direction, half-expecting to see his mother skulking through the undergrowth. But her dark, scarred figure didn’t appear, and Azizi found himself a little at a loss.

“Is it you?” he ventured with a still small voice, thinking of the young stallion who’d followed him and his mother across the sea and back. (How he’d been almost hesitant, and had spoken out of a place of kindness that his mother had been blind to.) Not knowing what else to say, Azizi waited with bated breath for the one who’d been shadowing him to show themselves.
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