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.



Frey had determined it. He’d decided it. Frankly, the sooty stallion was so deep within the Lagoon that he’d be surprised if anyone actually wanted him badly enough to go that far to get him. No one would be getting to him, and he could remain reclusive until the episode passed. Whatever this episode was… yeah, it wasn’t really a good one. Frey was going through a bit of a downswing, frankly, and it left him far more sour than usual.

He heard a voice, one that seemed to crack through the placid silence that he’d created inside his head. It was shrill and he wasn’t amused. The sooty stallion’s gaze lifted in time to see the painted mare barreling in his direction. Frey’s ears pinned to his skull, hiding away in his dark mane. She looked pissed, an abnormal expression for her usually pretty face. Still, Frey doesn’t move. He remains rooted to the spot. “I’m literally… not going to do that, though?” The stallion squinted at Parvati, attempting to figure out what the hell she wanted.

Before he could react any further, Tyr came barreling out of what seemed like nowhere. He crashed through the brush. Frey’s expression grew more sour, if that was even possible. “What the hell, dad?” The words are a grumble, but there was frustration rising hot and thick within Frey’s chest. He just wanted some goddamn space. Was that so hard? Was that so fucking hard? From where he stood, the sooty stallion took two large steps backwards. Grasp on his emotions tenuous at best, he wasn’t really okay with this one. His pulse climbed. This wasn’t what he needed today, thanks.

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





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