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.

You’re not Salinger. Get over it. open



The sooty creature was still sore from his practice with Rade, but then, he supposed it was only mere days ago. There’s a sense of pride to him. He held his head a little higher, he moved with a little more… assuredness. Self assured. Always self assured. It couldn’t really be held back. If nothing else, there is a confidence to the boy. A storm with skin. A living, breathing entity with much deeper concerns.

Fighting his fights, issuing his first challenges. There was an excitement to the fact that he’d thrown a gauntlet down at the feet of those that had wronged him a mere season ago. Frey had been just a boy when he’d nearly come to blows with Jaskier, and now he was able to issue a challenge in return. He’d be able to take something of theirs, as Enya had taken something of his. An eye for an eye-- it only seemed right. They’d run like cowards. They would not get away with it. Frey would never be that helpless again.

With a high head, the general’s son stands on the beach of the Lagoon. Winter had melted into spring, and spring would soon tumble into summer. It wouldn’t be long now. The change in pressure, the change in environment-- it feels so strange. Frey was changing too, but he wouldn’t let that show. He wouldn’t know how to put words to it now, but there was a feeling. It was something deep and unpleasant, making a home in his chest. What was that? He’s lost in his own thoughts, watching the sun sink into the sea.



two. friesian x. sooty red roan. 17.3Hh.
Tyr x Kvothe





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