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 [Anne Boleyn]
Posted on December 2, 2021 at 04:40:07 AM by Tyr



The moon hung heavy in the midnight sky. Its full round shape casting its silver glow across the Lagoon, dappling the murky bachelor home in light and dark. Like a predator stalking its prey, Tyr moved quietly, nearly silently as he followed a scent he had picked up not long ago. It was the mare his son had won in a battle against the Harbor; a prisoner here, that would no doubt wish to return home. The General hadn’t even bothered to learn her name, but he knew her perfume. The warmth of Atlantis always left an enticing scent upon its residence. It had called to him, the island, since the moment he had set hoof upon its shores. If it was not for his loyalty here, to the darkness that surrounded him and the brothers within it, Tyr knew where he would have his home.


When he finally laid eyes upon the spotted, painted mare, Tyr quickly understood how it could be her looks that had enticed his son. She was a beautiful specimen of the feminine gender, but there was little about it that would distract the General this night. Instead of lingering just to look at her, like he might have done Kvothe, Tyr let out a deep rumbling nicker to call to the woman as he approached.


“My name is Tyr, I am the General.” he introduced, politely offering his muzzle for an exchange of breaths if she accepted. Giving such behavior (when he didn’t want something) was a bit awkward, though he played the part smoothly, even offering her a faint crooked smile. “I don’t suppose you’re enjoying your stay.” Tyr said, an observation rather than a question. “What would you say if I was here to set you free?”

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stallion | shire x | sooty dunalino roan pintaloosa | 18hh

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