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.
Posted on November 18, 2021 at 05:42:16 PM by Frey



Parvati’s smile leaves the sooty creature feeling a bit more at ease. It was nice to know that there wasn’t malice after their spar. Frey isn’t well versed in speaking to (dealing with?) women. Such is growing up in the Lagoon. Her flirting isn’t lost on him, though the barely grown man doesn’t really know how to react. Still, he offers a relaxed grin-- at least until she speaks of who she’d beaten in her fight for custody of Carbon.

The laugh that Frey lets go is one that breaks the tension in his system. Parvati had beaten his father in a fight with actual stakes? Wild. “Ah, that’s Tyr.” He wouldn’t lay his cards on the table, wouldn’t speak that it was their own general. The girl that stood before him was likely his age, maybe a bit older? Couldn’t be by more than a year between them, right? Still, Frey has relaxed a degree. The idea that he’d been victorious in combat against Parvati and his father hadn’t is enough to make him stand a little taller.

Contact against his side as she departs is enough to make him a bit nervous once more, eyes going wide. Frey does his best to look confident. “Good luck,” he offers as she leaves, nodding once. Where had Carbon gone? Frey was glad that he could shift his attention back to Anne, undivided. He owed her that much, right?

She looked as if she’d cry at any moment, and the general’s son softened. Frey allowed his head to hang a bit lower, a bit more on her level. He stood so tall-- it was hard for him to use his body language to show what he meant. Anne’s question made sense. It did seem that there was a side that she hadn’t seen, and Frey felt almost bad shedding light on that. Softly, the sooty creature sighed. “Jaskier insulted my parents, and things only escalated as I tried to stand up for them and myself. I didn’t know how to fight yet, but it almost went that far.” The brindled stallion had left a bad taste in Frey’s mouth from the get go.

“When Enya came and they made off, he said if I’d called for help, they’d track me down.” Frey’s tone was soft. “I wasn’t fully grown, there was nothing I could do on my own.” If things had come to blows, what would have happened? Though Frey could have held his own in a fight, he’d been inexperienced. At least now, he knew what he was doing to a degree. He wasn’t weak. Frey ran bright and hot, but there’s a warmth and a tenderness as he speaks to Anne.

“I don’t want you to hate me.” His words were soft, gaze flickering to her face. Frey was trying his best. Still, the barely-a-man was out of his depth.


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



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