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 April 3, 2022 at 10:27:49 PM by Frey



Frey had been in a foul mood lately, but that wasn’t anything new. Depression was a killer beast, far more killer than any predator or manmade machine. It lived in his chest, in his head, in his heart. All of it. In that foul state, he reclused himself. Couldn’t be in poor spirits where anyone could see him. Couldn’t risk yelling at Bell, either… Frey had made mistakes in the past. Mistakes he was still at war with. Hell, he still saw Talya’s face in his dreams. He still saw her in his dreams at night, haunting him like a ghost.

No, this time would be different. He’d do better. He’d be better– both for Bell’s sake, and for whatever foal came out of her. Shit, he was going to be a dad. Frey wasn’t convinced he even knew how, but… well, it was way too late for second thoughts. Not like he was having any, just that maybe he was a little more nervous than he cared to admit.

A call shattered the reclusive silence that the young stallion had wrapped himself in. His own name, ringing out like a shot through the Lagoon. The voice… what the hell did Rehoboam even want with him? It wasn’t like he had much to do with the marauder, anyway. Another day, another superior pissed off in his general direction. Nothing new, granted the superior that was usually pissed off was his own father. Whatever, though.

As for the situation with his sister, it would be laughable to think the Marauder knew exactly what Frey had in his mind when he’d challenged Bacardi. That would be another conversation for another day… probably. Unless it was a talk they’d need to have today. Politicking and all that, it didn’t appeal to the sooty creature. Frey was brackish, soggy, smelling of the swamp itself when he drew into the clearing where the Marauder waited. The painted man was pacing, visibly agitated.

“Yeah?” Genuinely, Frey was confused. Maybe he’d been a bit reclusive (read: lazy) lately, but what had he done to incur the Marauder’s wrath specifically? He stood up a bit straighter, taking a moment to pull a brackish twig from his shoulder. Right. What did he want?
three. friesian x. sooty red roan. 17.3Hh.
Tyr x Kvothe



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