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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderPeyote |
The GeneralMarko |
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The Companions |
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The ThievesJormungandrKhyber Kristjan Síhtríc Tribulation |
The AssociatesAziziAtticus Leukos Lucifer Salinger Thranduil |
The SoldiersKheldarVaingard Rosto |
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The TrinketsNone |
Boss's Decree"For every brother you bring to ourmidst, 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 OffspringNone |
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. |
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Posted on January 13, 2022 at 08:16:53 PM by Tyr
He was slipping. Every step he took felt like a trip, a fumble, a sliding mistake into a slow decent he could not crawl his way back from. Tyr did not know what had caused his path to become so murky and difficult to navigate. He had been so sure it was the correct one to follow. Had even found it easy, solid, and unwavering in the march towards the vision he had seen. A desire he had felt. He hadn’t been the only one, which was surely a sign that it had been right.
Would she understand if he were to fall over the looming edge? To succumb to that darkness that had always stood, watching and waiting, like a predator ambushing its weak prey. Tyr needed to talk to her, to voice his concern so that maybe she could help him find solid ground again. She was the only one he could trust with this; his Kvothe. Even still, as he walked through the Lagoon to find the red mare, she was not where he had left her. She had gotten large, much larger than she had any other pregnancy he had been around. Tyr had worried over her, and he even scolded himself now over why he sought her out. He shouldn’t be burdening her with his troubles, not right now. Not when she mattered more than even the looming darkness.
The stallion let loose a nicker, but as he stood holding his breath as he awaited her call, he couldn’t help but feel his heart give a heavy thump. It was time then. Tyr had known she was getting close to birthing, and he didn’t call out for her again. Give her time he thought to himself, which a sinking dread told him she might have been stolen. There were no other scents in the Lagoon that would suggest any such crime had been committed.
So the stallion waited. Like a statue among the trees, he didn’t dare move. Not wanting to make a sound in case her call came quiet or weak. Tyr didn’t want to miss even a breath she might use to call out to him. So when Kvothe did call to the General, he felt as if every muscle had been brought to life with a bolt of lightening. The golden stallion called back to her immediately, breaking from his stillness into a long sweeping trot that carried him the gapping distance that stood between them.
There; even with the coppery smell of birth, Tyr felt relief washing the tension from his shoulders when he caught Kvothe’s sweet scent. Brushing his way through the vegetation, he stopped when his blue green eyes finally rested upon her beautiful red hide. Even as she was, haggard from her body giving birth, Tyr doubted he would ever see someone as perfect as Kvothe. Especially as he looked down, seeing not one but two foals resting at her hooves in the Lagoon foliage. So many questioned were answered then, of why this pregnancy had been drastically different.
“Kvothe…” he breathed out her name, pride in his eyes for what she had done. He had believed her when she had said she wanted to do this for him, but he had never expected her words to hold so much value. Slowly, he picked his way over to his little family, first reaching out to the mother. To draw his nose gently over her shoulder and to caress her neck. Tyr had worried for her for so long, as the days and nights had grown uncomfortable with the weight of what he thought was only one child. Even now he still worries, wondering what toll it had taken on his precious red woman. “Are you okay?” Tyr asks, though feels like it is a stupid question. Any mare that gives birth is not okay afterwards, especially when the foal has yet to even stand. But the stallion still asks anyways, hoping that this had not taken too much from her. All the while, Tyr’s earlier thought had completely vanished. Washed away with the presence of his family.
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