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 May 11, 2022 at 02:07:52 AM by Frey



The surprise on his sire’s face doesn’t escape Frey’s notice. As Tyr’s ears pitch forward, the red stallion’s flicker backwards. It’s a delicate dance, and there are too many things left unsaid between the two. If this was going to be a meeting in any official capacity, then it wasn’t the time or place. In reality, Frey was taking the opportunity to pussy out of this conversation once again. Grizel’s insistence that he speak with their father about his feelings… well, it echoed around in the space between his ears. Still, Frey wasn’t going to offer the olive branch. He wasn’t going to be the one to try and repair this relationship, not after his father’s slights– real or imagined.

When Tyr’s question finally shatters the uncomfortable silence that’s stretched between them, he does his best to bite back the snappy retort that threatens to bubble to the surface. You’re the general, shouldn’t you be figuring that out? but no, he wouldn’t stoke the conflict that existed mostly in his own mind. Instead, Frey sighs. It’s a long, pensive sigh, looking out over the Lagoon where it spreads around them. “They’re hell bent on seeing us as monsters, even if we aren’t.” The words come before he can stop them. For perhaps the first time, the sooty stallion feels more a man than a boy. The realization had been weighing on him heavily lately, especially since his rather uncomfortable conversation with the Marauder himself.

“No one who was raised outside… gets it. Even Rehoboam said that this isn’t somewhere respectable to live.” One of Frey’s hooves scraped across the ground, digging into the soft earth beneath him. That had been a hell of an argument, one that he still didn’t know how he’d come back from. The whole situation with Bell… shit, if their relationship had been any different, Frey would be telling his old man that he’d be a grandfather next season. No. Right, things were exactly as they were.

No more.

No less.

“How do we make them understand?” Still caught somewhere between man and boy, Frey responds to his father’s question with a question. The sooty stallion tries not to let his posture sag too much, no. Still, Frey is admittedly tired.

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



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