The Lost Islands
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Lagoon

The Boss

Rutger

The Marauder

Khyber

The General

Tattoo

The Companions

None None None

The Thieves

Acid
Caine
Kythri
Luxor
Thranduil
Tribulation

The Associates

Abraxas
Cahyr
Cullen
Garmr
Iridium
Vadimir
Wechuge

The Soldiers

Alioth
Enigma
Nataanii
Omnipotent
Remmick
Solas

The Trinkets

Dior
Druna
Edith
Eriana
Pandemonium

Boss's Decree

For every brother you bring into the Lagoon, you may have a trinket of your own. I will not touch, barter, trade, or do anything with them. For every foal you create that lives here in the lagoon, you must win a battle or bring in a new brother.

If neither of these criteria are met, come them turning two and remaining in the lagoon, they are mine to do with as I see fit.

The Offspring

Briseis (Carthage x Clio)
Flynnrir (Garmr x Druna)
Gersemi (Garmr x Dior)
Gothic (Garmr x Dior)
Phaethon (Acid x Sabah)
Sadie (Abraxas x Mercy)

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.

Mercy is for the weak

Mercy just wanted to shake him. He wasn’t listening and she was trying to be gentle about how much she did not like his home. He didn’t see the gleem in the stallions eyes.. or the fear in those of some of the mares, he was blinkered to all that but she wasn’t. Her tail swished against her flank in annoyance as she glanced around, looking for.. something.. she wasn’t sure.

Abraxas, its virtually a swamp. I’m not saying this to hurt you, I do really like you but I can’t live here there, she’d said it. What was it they said about tough love? Maybe it would work on his hard head.
You and me see the others around here very very different. One day you might realise that… or one day your’ll be like them her tone saddened, because yer she could see him becoming like those around them. A product of his environment.

She turned away from him, glancing down at said swamp, how on earth did the mares keep their foals safe in this, one misstep and you’d lose a foal. She wanted a family, wanted to know what that would be like. However, it looked like that wouldn’t be with the stallion she had grown fond of.

She turned her head slightly to look back at him with only one eye someone needs to rip those rose tinted glasses from your eyes one day, but I can see that’s not going to be me she shook her head, turning with the intention of leaving this place.


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