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.
she bargains with the world
Posted on March 3, 2026 at 11:33:15 AM by Briseis

Briseis
so everything she wants will come to her
For days after she had returned to the sheltered alcove where she expected to find her mother and little sister gone, Briseis had tucked herself away in there, lingering in the scent of her kin, and had refused to emerge. After asking Tattoo if he knew where Clio had gone with Proserpina, and learning that her mother had fled without her, a melancholy had weighed heavily on the yearling, and her little heart had broken at being left behind.

But slowly, surely, the pain of this invisible wound ebbed as the days passed, as did the discomfort of the shallow gashes on her haunch left by the claws of a wildcat. It had been this injury, itching as it healed, more than thirst or hunger that had motivated Briseis to venture out, following the very same path by which Tattoo had taken her after she’d almost been caught as prey. A safe way through the Lagoon, south to the sea.

Today, however, as she ventured down the sand to where the waves rolled in restlessly, she paused, and looked back. There came a prickle of awareness up her spine of some instinct that she couldn’t name. But it had become innate as a young filly growing up in a place as treacherous as the Lagoon could be, with lurking predators, and - if her mother was to be believed - stallions without a sense of honor. There was someone there.

Since the attack, Briseis had felt her senses become heightened when it came to reading the Lagoon, so as not to find herself stalked by a hungry hunter again. Listening, more than judging by sight, and becoming attuned to the energy in the air. There was no eerie silence now, but Briseis was certain that she wasn’t alone. Perhaps it was Tattoo, who had been keeping an eye on her since the departure of Clio.

(Or perhaps she had been looking out for him more and more often, being the only stallion here she was familiar with, because after he had saved her, she had come to trust him with all that she was.)

Scanning the wall of foliage that sprung up just beyond the thin stretch of sand along the shoreline, Briseis searched for any sign of movement, her ears tilting back a little in uncertainty. "Hello?" she called out, hoping that it might be the black and white tobiano stallion - but if it was him, she wasn’t sure why he’d not just reveal himself.

Apprehension crept in, and preemptively, just in case it was one of the other bachelors, she sought to put any suspicion they might have about her being here. "I’m not going anywhere," Briseis murmured, her voice pitching a little higher, courtesy of a flutter of nerves.

"I mean, I just wanted to rinse off in the ocean." As if triggered by her words, the healing wound on her hindquarter made the muscle twitch, and she shifted her weight, trying to shake off the irritable itch. Briseis did not want to turn her back without knowing who was there.

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