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Peak
The Prime Minister Khar'pern
The Codebreaker Ashteroth		The General Clarity

The Companions
Ge�ersiz	None	None

The Thinkers Bubbles Chenoa	The Politicians Harmonie Hollis Saphris Versace Vogue	The Warriors Emerson Ryvar Starling

The Trinkets Osmanthus	PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE None	The Offspring Karlach(Khyber x Khar'pern)
Rules � The Vulcan Peak is where homeless mares come to live as a sisterhood. Stallions may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders. � Warriors keep mainly to fighting, Thinkers keep mainly to raiding, and Politicians may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Codebreaker or Prime Minister for permission. � All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Prime Minister maintains order within the Peak 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 Peak works on the Rules page.

meet me there where it's never hopeless
Posted on July 20, 2025 at 06:37:05 PM by Emerson

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Thoughts of her younger brother --the one she had helped raise after their mother died-- fall away in favor of the elder brother. Her lips parted, mouth opening in surprise at the other mare. A crease formed between her brows. She had met Martyr? Emerson, silent a moment too long, was forced to pivot onto the Sister's next words. Her heart latched on to the promise uttered: that Clarity would save Saphris from the Lagoon. The tovero looked the mare in the eyes and nodded pointedly; Emerson was the sort who would hold her to that oath.

". . Hopefully, you did not have the pleasure of meeting my own brothers." So, she had relatives in the tropics as well. Incrementally, it soothed her. Emerson had not imagined that her little brother would ignore her during her captivity, or that he would not lift a finger to help her or his niece escape the Lagoon. He knew what the men were like. Emerson would have to accept that the boy she had taught how to swim was one of that sort.. Maybe he always had been.

"Is one of them a black paint," the tovero asked with a soft, but sarcastic tone. She brandished the healing wounds on the cap of her cheek and neck in the mare's direction. "I didn't exactly catch his name while he was trying to maul me."

Emerson

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