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>>38354037
>Count them, even if you know you'll regret it.
Yesss

>>38354037
>Count them, even if you know you'll regret it.

>>38354037
>Ask Susanna what the plan is.
>Ask Susanna if she needs help.
Sorry Bryld, later!

Oh yeah, best quest time!

>>38354037
>Count them, even if you know you'll regret it.
>Ask Susanna if she needs help.

>>38354037
>Ask Susanna what the plan is.
>Offer to assist Bryld.

>>38354037
>>Offer to assist Bryld.
Care for our bunnybutt.
I love that it autocorrects to that.

>>38354267
Your spellchecker has good taste, anon.

One, two, three, four, five, si- No wait, that's a different group isn't it? You really should pick them apart before you start counting. You've been told there's three flocks, so they'll be split into three, hopefully roughly equivalent groups, so you can count them more easily.

Unfortunately, unlike your previous experiences with birds, it doesn't look like the flock they belong to has much to do with their shape, size and colour. As a matter of fact, even those that have a similar plumage or look like they belong to the same species don't really interact with each other unless they're in the same flock, but they-

Actually, can you be sure they're not just mixing and matching at random? Because they keep moving all the time and seem to swap position and sides with excessive liberty. You stand on your tiptoes as you peek out of the window to get a clearer view, and you needed to stand on a stool too to get there. One, two, three, fo- DAMN IT THEY JUST DON'T STOP.

You give up. You can feel satisfied by rounding up to “too many”.

“Do you need any help?”, you ask Susanna as she looks busy browsing her own library, trying to decide on which books to use. She doesn't even notice your attempts at talking at first and just keeps doing her thing until you ask again, louder this time, and she does turn.

“Oh? Oh, I'm sorry, I was... Nevermind”, she smiles and picks another book to add to her handful. They are human-sized, which look comically small in her hands even though they're appropriate for harpies.

“What's the plan?”, you then ask, feeling like you're preparing a battle plan rather than a simple lesson.

“I'll improvise, plans don't survive contact with harpies, this is what I learned”, she sounds confident, at least, “So, how are you feeling?”

>”I'm better, thanks”.
>”So-so”.
>”Still sick, I'm afraid”.
>”I'm fine, can I help you with the harpies?”.
>”I'm not sure, how do I look?”.
>”How does Bryld look?”.
>Other?

>>38354322
>”I'm better, thanks”.
>"Do you need help with the harpies?"

>>38354322
>>"So-so."
>>”How does Bryld look?”.

>>38354322
>”I'm better, thanks”.
>”How does Bryld look?”.

>>38354322
>”I'm fine, can I help you with the harpies?”.
>”How does Bryld look?”.

>>38354322
>”I'm not sure, how do I look?”.
>”How does Bryld look?”.
Shit we ain't a doctor!

>>38354322
>”I'm fine, can I help you with the harpies?”.

>>38354322
>”I'm fine, can I help you with the harpies?".
>”How does Bryld look?”.
Bunnybutt must recover!

"I'm feeling better, thank you", you really do, you have to admit that you're still feeling a little... Well, you feel like something's off with your body but it doesn't feel serious, it's more like a strange sense of fatigue and heat that you can't shake off, but compared to yesterday you're quite peachy, "But how does Bryld look?".

"Mh?", she spares a glance for the bunnygirl, who is still resting on the pillow in the basket, even though she's obviously awake, and looks rather tired and sweaty, "Oh, I think she'll be fine. It's not a serious fever, give the medicine a bit of time to work and she'll be fine".

She has no reason to lie, and her remedy did work on you.

"Do you need any help with the harpies?", you ask. You've been given quite a bit of hospitality and aid after all, from monsters no less, and they did have a bad track record with humans, which means returning the favour should be common sense. Then again, a part of you starts to hope that she won't take up on your offer, because it's blasted harpies we're talking about, and some people consider them just a bunch of colourful, noisy, annoying rape machines for a reason.

Of course they can't be all like that and they can't be that savage, not from your past experience with them, but as for the noisy and annoying part? Totally spot on with anti-monster propaganda. Even now, if Susanna's voice wasn't booming so loudly because of her sheer size you'd have problems making her words out with all the ruckus they're making outside.

“Mh...”, she looks at you and ponders the situation for a while, fidgeting with the books on her palm, “Normally, I'd just tell you to rest until you get better, but you already seem to be... Fine. If you're feeling like helping, I think it will be good if they can listen to someone other than me”, she smiles, “What do you feel like teaching?”.

>Mathematics
>Literature
>History
>Geography
>”On second thought I don't feel that well”.
>Other?

>>38354523
Well shit, uuhhhh
>History
Sounds most interesting.

>>38354523
>Geography

>>38354523
>Mathematics
best subject

>>38354523
>Mathematics
>History
Math sounds like it could go hilariously.

>>38354523
>>History
>>Theology
Ho ho~

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Of course, you can only pick one. I probably should say that (even though History is winning already, for once there's no tie).

>>38354523
>History
Give me the the setting exposition already. My body is ready~!

>>38354757
>of course
You saying we can't handle teaching multiple topics?!
>Mathematics
>Literature
>History
>Geography
>Anatomy
>Politics
>Philosophy
>Gym
>Sex Ed

>>38354523
>Sexual education

>>38354793
>Sociology
>Womens Studies

"I can teach them History", you offer confidently.

"History?", Susanna arches her eyebrows, and it's not just the surprised sort of arch, where they just go up as her eyes take on an unexpected turn of events, it's the kind of surprise where eyebrows arch a bit more towards each other, in an expression that you've known to recognize as the sort of concern that only comes out of pity, "Are you certain you want to do that?".

"Why?", you can't help but ask. This doesn't look good. You're barely schooled yourself so there's not much that you can teach but you figured that, well, it's harpies, you can't not know more than they do, you'd be too ashamed of yourself to ever crawl out of whatever hole you would decide to dig yourself into if that was the case. Fortunately, it will never, ever happen.

"Because harpies are... Well, they don't have much of an attention span, which is a problem in itself", the ogre magi explains, "But they also have poor memory, and therefore little interest for the past. It's not that I wouldn't want to see you try- I mean, it's not that I don't want you to teach History", well of course you heard that, but you keep a straight face on because you have no choice, "It's just that... Are you really, really sure? Don't you want to try something else?".

Normally, it might be worth the effort to consider other subjects, and to pursue academics in a different way, or at least just focus on what you would define absolutely indispensable... Assuming you were a savage, wild monster instead of a civilized being, for whom history is pretty much necessary to guarantee the continued existence of civilization.

But not only Susanna has a point, it's harpies you're trying to teach to. What are you thinking? Well, the harpies are going to have fun at the very least, but...

>Change subject (into what?)
>No teaching after all, you should care for Bryld instead
>No. You're going to teach them history, and they will like it!
>Other?

>>38354904
>>Change subject (into what?)
Theology. It's all about reproduction and shit they'll pay attention.

>>38354904
>No. You're going to teach them history, and they will like it!
Puff cheeks!

>>38354904
>Change subject (into Math)

>>38354904
>>38354968
Hmmm, I like this idea. As long as we don't spend the whole time on our god, that sounds a bit like we're a living ad.

>>38354904
>>Change subject (into what?)

Theology

>Ask Susanna if it's ok

You're already doing yourself the opposite of a favour by agreeing to partake into a lesson to friggin' harpies of all things, you don't need to make this harder than it already is; besides, what were you going to teach them? The very brief version of the history of the Empire of Midgaard and how it fell and later the Kingdom of Rune took its place, along with Morroc, a good piece of Voronia and- Actually, why would these harpies even care? They live in the Shadow Marches and you don't know anything about its history except that there were people there before the last Fomor War. Other than nowaday's Reboldeux, of course.

No, you have to agree with Susanna: history is going to be a waste of effort, and you can't spare too much of it, you're still recovering, remember?

"Well, if that's the case...", you rack your brains for a while, but you don't really feel confident in anything, except... "... How about theology?".

Susanna frowns briefly, but a moment of further thought erases that expression from her face, "Oh, that might actually work".

Really? Well you're almost surprised to hear it.

"Harpies, as you might guess, aren't particularly devout", she explains, "Their prayers pretty much amount to offerings to gods they should worship, which is mostly Lulwy in their case, but knowing more about how it works and why they're doing it will help. You're a priestess aren't you? I think you'd be the best for this task".

“Thank you”, and you forget to mention you actually haven't been formally trained at all and don't know much about your own cult except for your goddess' agenda. Now that you think of it, even the harpies are going to be familiar with Ishtar, or at least they should. Leiana was, and so was Arianna.

You wonder if Susanna is, too.

“Just... Don't feel discouraged if they don't get it all. Keep it simple and start from the basics”, she smiles, trying to encourage you.

>”I'm ready to face them”.
>”Let me check on Bryld first”.
>Other?

>>38355154
>”Let me check on Bryld first”.

>>38355154
>>”Let me check on Bryld first”.

>>38355154
>”I'm ready to face them”.

>>38355154
>”Let me check on Bryld first”.

>>38355154
>”Let me check on Bryld first”.
Good to hear theology is on the table.

"Give me a moment to check on Bryld first, I want to make sure she's okay", you had to even if you didn't want to, she's the only cartographer you have and you can't exactly go look for a spare if she breaks. Besides, you're more than just business associates, with three people travelling together it's nearly impossible to keep relationships cold and detached.

Susanna, of course, does nothing to stop you, "I will go out and try to get them to pay attention at least, come join me whenever you're ready and don't worry... They're not that difficult to deal with once you learn to know them".

Somehow that last sentence sounded fishy, as if it was uttered by someone not fully believing in their own words.

You put that thought aside and go to the small basket where Bryld's bed-cushion is. Tahenohan isn't around, she went out with Arianna and Leiana who made themselves scarce since the early morning.

The pillow itself is rather wet with sweat, as expected from all the liquid Bryld must have lost during the night. Her eyes look a little red and watery and she's somewhat pale, but when she looks at you she's attentive and her voice is steady, "Lillith. Are you planning to go out with all those birds?".

"I came here to check on you", you assure her, dodging the question for the time being, “How are you feeling?”.

“I'm thirsty”, is her first and foremost thought, “I'm really thirsty”.

“I know”, and you really do, you've been feeling like your throat was being grated from the inside all the time yesterday, and even today you keep feeling like you constantly need a drink, “Here, have my canteen, I'll go and fill yours too”.

“Thank you, but... Aren't you afraid of the harpies?”.

>”I think I'll be safe here with Susanna”.
>”No, they're actually harmless”.
>”Yes, but I have to help Susanna”.
>”Yes, but I can't let that stop me”.
>”I'd rather not think about that”.
>”I don't know, but there's only one way to know”.
>Other?

>>38355365
>”Yes, but I can't let that stop me”.

>>38355365
>"There's no way they'll find out. What could possibly go wrong?"

>>38355365
>”I think I'll be safe here with Susanna”.
Sweet of her to worry though!

>>38355365
>>”Yes, but I can't let that stop me”.
Please don't be misrable bunnybutt.

>>38355365
>”I don't know, but there's only one way to know”.

>>38355365
>”Yes, but I can't let that stop me”.
>”I think I'll be safe here with Susanna”.
>>38355399
Anon please don't tempt fate

"I can't let that stop me", you explain. You are running a risk by jumping in a field full of harpies, but then again you were running several risks from the moment you started your endeavour.

Bryld looks at you and then chuckles a little, as if reminiscing about something funny, "I remember you looked quite concerned a couple days ago, when we woke up surrounded by harpies...".

That you did, "I know, but this time we have Susanna around, I think I will be safe".

"That you do", she sighs, wiping some sweat off her brow, "I need another bath already...".

"Want me to give you one?".

"No, not now at least. Or I can get Tahenohan to help me if I really need to, you should focus on the harpies", she stirs a little. Well, at least she doesn't feel that bad, despite being practically bedridden, "Will you actually manage to teach anything to a bunch of harpies?".

"I don't know, but there's only one way to know". You feel like you've heard this a lot of times already in the past, but you can't quite put your finger on when, no matter how hard you think about it.

She snorts, "I hope you won't have to try and teach them why rape is bad".

"There's no way they'll find out. What could possibly go wrong?", you smile so confidently, even Bryld gets to chuckle, “But seriously, are you going to be fine?”.

“Yes, please stop worrying about me and tell me about you instead”.

“I'm fine, I'm fine”, Bryld sighs, “Oh, Tahenohan said something about her feeling tension in the air, but I just... Well, it's Tahenohan, you know? I can't really tell what she's thinking or talking about all the time”.

You get the idea, yes. Half-elf and everything. Bryld looks at her own clothes, sighing again, and you realize that she doesn't have much in terms of change. She can only cycle between two outfits, and they're amazingly similar to each other in their nondescriptness.

>Go fill Bryld's canteen.
>Inquire more about Tahenohan prancing about.
>Insist she needs a bath.
>Other?

>>38355557
>>Inquire more about Tahenohan prancing about.
>>Insist she needs a bath.

>>38355557
>>>Go fill Bryld's canteen.

>>38355557
>Go fill Bryld's canteen.
Let's get on with things.

>>38355557
>Go fill Bryld's canteen.
>Tell her we'll help her with a bath after the teaching, if she hasn't had one by then.

>>38355557
>Go fill Bryld's canteen.

>>38355557

Supporting >>38355641

"If you still didn't have a bath, I'll give you one when I'm done with the teaching", you reassure her, and she just smiles back.

You take Bryld's canteen and go out to fill it. You take the back door (there is a back door, which is actually somewhat odd for an abode meant for only one person) and head towards the stream that's just by Susanna's house. The ruckus the harpies are making is so noisy you can hear them quite clearly even as you try and take the long way around them and be as incospicuous as possible.

You can't make out what they're talking about, of course, but you can tell Susanna's voice apart, as she's trying to put a bit of order into that colourful feathery chaos she's finding herself in. You can only hope that she succeeds.

The water in the stream is rather cold, but it's good for drinking, you know because you've drank a lot of that yourself, and you're confident it will help Bryld as well. As the canteen fills under the water current, you hear the familiar flapping and feel the gust of wind that heralds the arrival of some feathery friends. Who are too cool for school, apparently.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?".
"What? What? Water? That's water right?".
"I like water".
"Are you cooking? Are you eating? Are you cooking?".
"Who are you?".
"Is your face always like that?".
"Tail! Tailtailtailtailtail!".

You don't really have much time to react or say anything: they aren't exactly waiting or giving you pause. They're three very different specimen, one with long and thick brown wings with white tips and some black dots around, another with bright green and blue feathers and shining pink hair and a third one with black wings that are white inside and very long tail feathers.

You really should seize the chance to do something before it's too late. Or before the black one takes your tail.

>Back away slowly
>Smile and try to answer honestly
>Tell them to go back with Susanna and you'll join them
>Distract them (how?)
>PANIC
>Other?

>>38355818
>Smile and try to answer honestly
>Tell them to go back with Susanna and you'll join them
This will all work out!

>>38355818
>"QUIET!!! Class is in session! Sit and be quiet!"

Alternatively.
>Smile and try to answer honestly

Depending on what the other anons want.

>>38355818
>Tell them to go back with Susanna and you'll join them

>>38355818
>>Smile and try to answer honestly
>>Tell them to go back with Susanna and you'll join them

>Still back away slowly with a small nervous laugh

>>38355818
>>Tell them to go back with Susanna and you'll join them
>>[panic internally]

>>38355818
>PANIC

>>38355818
>>38355889
I'll support this!

>>38355818
>>38355883
I like your authoritative idea at least anon!

Alright. You've been through this once, it's not so traumatic, you can handle it. Harpies aren't that scary, you just have to keep twisting around a bit and swaying your tail to dodge the black harpy's attempt to keep grabbing it with her chicken feet. Why? Why does she do that? Your tail isn't even shining.

"Hello, I'm filling-".
"Are those horns? Why do you have horns?".
"-a canteen for my fr-".
"Do you gore people? Your eyes are weird".
"-iend who's sick and-".
"I've never seen a tail that pointy! Give! Give!".
"-I'm not cooking I-".
"You're red!".
"-am just filling a canteen-".
"I've never seen you around! What are you doing?".
"-and my name is Lillith-".
"Do you know Susanna? Are you a pupil too?".
"-and I will be your teacher-".
"Tail! Pointy tail! Fleshy tail! Grabbity-grab attack!".
"-for today, I will tell you-".
"I remember when we learned about learning once. It was boring so I forgot everything".
"-about theology and Ishtar-".
"I feel like salmon. Do you have salmon? Cook salmon!".
"-and I really would like you-".
"I would like to eat some mushroom too, go get mushrooms!".
"-to go back to Susanna and-".
"Super Alpha Grabbing Whatever!".
"QUIET! QUIET! CLASS IS IN SESSION GO SIT DOWN ALREADY!".

You feel out of breath already. You shouldn't shout like that, just like you shouldn't yell the wrong way, you'll just strain your vocal chords and feel horrible; you shouldn't have shouted that loudly all in one go, your lungs can't take it more than once.

And you finally managed to get a moment of pause, which you take advantage of to back away slowly, painting a smile on your face to throw them off, “I mean, can you please return to Susanna? I will join you in a moment”.

“Ah, right”.
“Righty right, to Susanna!”.
“Lessons, lessons~”.

They fly off towards the other harpies. You fended them off... This time.

>Give Bryld the canteen, then join Susanna
>Give Bryld the canteen, then “HELP”
>Give Bryld the canteen, then call in sick
>Other?

>>38356084
>>Give Bryld the canteen, then join Susanna

>>38356084
>Give Bryld the canteen, then join Susanna
Suffering builds character.

>>38356084
>Give Bryld the canteen, then join Susanna

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Brief reminder that I'll need to AFK in about one hour, and I'll be unavailable for... Well, about one hour.

I'll be back to close, if the thread isn't kill by then. Sorry for the inconvenience.

>>38356084
>Give Bryld the canteen, then join Susanna
The only way it'll be kill is if you end it!

>>38356084
>Give Bryld the canteen, then join Susanna

>>38356084
>Give Bryld the canteen, then join Susanna
>But still PANIC internally

>>38356084
>>Give Bryld the canteen, then join Susanna

>>38356117
>Give Bryld the canteen, then join Susanna

Annaka was great. So simple, yet hilarious.
Also, we'll be waiting!

Suffering builds character, or so they say. You don't know whether to believe that or not, but you presume that you're going to find out relatively soon.

You hand the canteen back to Bryld. She notices something odd in your face and asks you "Are you sure?", as she takes the container.

"Yes", you reassure her.

"Really sure?".

"Yes".

Bryld looks at you again, as if she doesn't agree, then nods, "Well, good luck then".

You're going to need it for sure.

You leave from the front door and you have no idea how to deal with the scene you find yourself into. Your ears are immediately filled with the even louder bantering, chatting, chirping and constant noise the about thirty individuals produce constantly, and being very close to them you can't help but feel their multiple, overlapped voices ringing inside your ears.

Even Susanna has to raise her voice in order to make herself heard, and it booms enough that you feel some tickling vibration on your ribcage as you approach her. The harpies don't really pay attention to you at first, until more and more people get distracted by your looks, your skin, your tail, your everything.

You have to check whether you still have your clothes on. You do. Maybe you're just panicking internally.

"And this one", Susanna seizes the chance to get their attention, "Is Lillith, she will be helping me teach you a very important subject, so pay attention to what she tells you, you heard me?".

Their response is so loud, cacophonic and utterly chaotic that you have no idea whether they're agreeing with that or not, or whether they even heard what Susanna said. Or whether they care. Your ears manage to pick up a few parts, which don't even seem to be related with the topic at hand.

This is going to be tough, but right now they're all looking at you.

>Introduce yourself
>Ask how they're doing
>Ask if they'd like to learn a bit of theology
>Ask Susanna what she wants you to do
>Other?

>>38356296
>Introduce yourself and the topic
>Be authoritative, and loud!

>>38356296
>Introduce yourself and the topic
>Be authoritative, and loud!

>>38356296
>Introduce yourself

>>38356296
Speak like a black preacher in a stereotypical advert
"WELCOME!"
"I AM YO TEECHAA, AND I'M HERE FO YOO TODAY TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT THE LORDS AND LADIES, THE GODDESSES AND GODS!"

>>38356296
>Introduce yourself and the topic
>Ask how they're doing

There's gotta be a trick to this that we're not getting...some way to make them pay attention for at least 10 seconds out of sheer 'ooooh, what's that?'

>>38356357
I don't know, I think >>38356346 might be onto something.

>>38356346
AND AH SAY, THA LAAAAAADY! IS YOUR SAVIOR! AND THROUGH THE LADY, YA'LL WILL PROS-PER!

>>38356296
>>38356346
I mean you don't gotta do the accent and stuff, but they seem like they're respond well to hype.

>>38356296
>Introduce yourself and the topic
>Be authoritative, and loud!

>>38356296
>Ask if they'd like to learn a bit of theology
Time to preach!

You decide to introduce yourself, it's the only time you're going to have their approximately undivided attention, or at least as undivided as it possibly can get since we're talking about harpies here.

"WELCOME!", you practically shout, but this time with more lung control so that you won't cough one up before you're done. You have to be loud with birds, or they just won't care, you know because you have experience with ordinary, mundane birds and those that are used to humans only seem to react to that, and even then not always, "I AM LILLITH. I WILL TEACH YOU ABOUT RELIGION".

Simple and to the point, you have just the time to feel good about yourself and satisfied at your success before the ruckus picks up again. You like to believe that at least a few of them are actually paying attention to you, but you can't be sure. At least they're not singing.

"Very well", Susanna doesn't need to be loud now, besides her voice is already booming on its own, "I will resume and finish the bit of literature I started last time, then I'll leave them to you for your theology lesson", even if she's talking to you, she still constantly looks at the harpies to make sure they're paying attention, or at least not flying off, "Care to help me out? I was teaching them how to write some simple, common-use words".

You think you can handle that, and even if you couldn't, she's already clapping her huge hands, producing a very loud sound that bangs in your ears; not painfully, but it's still somewhat scary to see someone capable of doing that.

Right next to a standing blackboard comes a harpy, and Susanna drops a piece of chalk in front of her, “Now write the words “Fennel” and “Strait” please”.

The harpy picks the chalk up with her chicken feet and starts... Writing? Are these even letters?

>Help her out, correct her
>Help her out, show her how it's done
>Just wait patiently until she's done
>Check if the others are paying attention
>Other?

>>38356391
>>38356346
Is it wrong I'm envisaging Lillith with an Afro preaching about Red Power?

>>38356500
>Help her out, correct her

>>38356500
>Just wait patiently until she's done

>>38356500
>Help her out

>>38356500
>help her out, correct her

>>38356500
>Just wait patiently until she's done
>Make SURE the others are paying attention

>>38356500
>Ask if she would like help
>Check if the others are paying attention

You see that Susanna is already looking very attentively at what the harpy is doing, so you decide to instead pay attention to the rest of the flocks, as they keep being incredibly noisy.

It takes you effort to be able to tell how many of them are even there, because not only they still move despite being all looking at one sitting giantess and one blackboard that one of their fellows is using, they're also extremely varied.

Their feathers are of pretty much every colour you can imagine and their individual details vary wildly: height, wingspan, feather size and shape, hair length and colour, eye colour, shape and length of their chicken feet, the colour too.

They do have dexterity with those feet of theirs, though, enough to put on those sleeveless clothes they all have (you have to wonder where they even get them) and even to handle pieces of chalk.

And almost none of them are paying attention, not the way you would expect someone in school to. You for sure would have been punished or at least reprimanded if you did even just one of the things this bunch of bird-women is doing, but then again you're expected to have more intelligence and self-control than a harpy, and you'd actually feel quite insulted if you weren't.

"Teacher! I just realized something incredible!", the harpy at the blackboard calls with a shocked tone after a bit, "The words "Fennel" and "Strait" are written the same!".

"No they aren't", Susanna explains with the calm tone of someone who is used to this and yet tired to deal with it, "You just wrote "Fennel" twice".

The harpy gets a blank look, her piece of chalk still pointed against the blackboard as she blinks slowly, "No, teacher. Nobody is that stupid", she says with a completely straight face.

She wrote "Fennel" twice.

She did.

She totally did.

>Calmly explain what she did wrong, ask her to try again
>Call her out on her mistake, tell her to do it right
>Stare blankly in disbelief
>Let Susanna handle this
>PANIC
>Other?

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And I have to go AFK. I'll be back in an hour or something. Maybe more, maybe less, I don't think MUCH more, though.

In the mean time, feel free to prepare a battle plan- I mean a lesson, if you'd like.

I just hope the thread won't be kill before I return.

>>38355557
>"I don't know, but there's only one way to know". You feel like you've heard this a lot of times already in the past, but you can't quite put your finger on when, no matter how hard you think about it.
Oh, you.

>>38356804
>Explain what she did wrong, by working an impressively relatable allegory about the blind bird and the deaf bird.

>>38356804
>PANIC
I don't know why this is an option. I can only assume in character knowledge makes it a good idea, and better safe than sorry.

>>38356804
>Call her out on her mistake, tell her to do it right
Oh god, this is adorable.

>>38356804
>Calmly explain what she did wrong, ask her to try again with new words

>>38356804
>Calmly explain what she did wrong, ask her to try again with new words

>>38356804
>Call her out on her mistake, tell her to do it right

>>38356925
Harpies a best. Together with everyone else who are also best.

>>38356804
>Calmly explain what she did wrong, ask her to try again

>>38356804

>Tell the others to pay attention!
>Write "Strait" on the blackboard, and tell the harpy to write it as it is.

Also, why are they learning words like "Fennel" and "Strait" ? Wouldn't it be more useful and simply to teach them words they uses on a daily basis, like the different food and the common verbs?

>>38357301
Maybe they know them already?
Admittedly those wouldn't be very high on my priority list but hey.

>>38356804
[x] >>38357301

>>38356804
>>38356928
>>38356951
I'm one of these but fuck if I know which, anyway I'll switch to >>38357301 as well.

Alright, this is your first time teaching someone, you have to be calm and collected about it, you really shouldn't screw it up, Susanna is counting on you.

Before today, your only experience with school was on the other side, where the harpies are currently sitting. Except they're not sitting, because there's no chairs or stools or benches or anything, but still, that's the idea, figuratively speaking. When you were a child, you didn't really put much thought into how teachers feel, or what they think, or how they plan their lessons, but today?

Today you still have absolutely no idea how teaching works because you're going into this blindly, as you admittedly tend to do a lot. Well, up until now, it worked... Meaning you likely have a knack for improvising, or maybe Ehekatl just really, really, really likes you for no reason. Not that a cat goddess needs a reason to like someone.

You take a deep breath, exhale, and try to filter out all the chatter around you, all the noise, all the ruckus.

And fail, miserably.

You raise your voice to make sure the harpy hears you, or so you hope, you aren't sure yourself how much in control you are, "No. That is wrong. You wrote Fennel twice. Look", and you point at the two different words, "You were supposed to write Strait here".

The harpy looks, and just by her expression you know that she has no idea what you're talking about. She even tilts her head and goes, "Why would I write strait?", with a sincerely confused expression.

Susanna isn't saying anything, she's just watching, like she just turned herself into a living statue. You have no idea for how long she's put up with stuff like this.

“Try again”, you encourage her, “But this time use different words. Here, I'll write them, you just copy, okay?”, and you take the chalk from her, tapping it on the blackboard while glancing behind you in the vain hope of getting the others' attention.

>Write something (what?)
>Better leave it to Susanna
>Other?

>>38357835
Just write Fennel and Strait

>>38357835
>Write something (what?)
ur stoopid

>>38357835
>Write something (what?)
Let's try One and Seven, easy words.

>>38357835
Try Demon and Harpy!

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You might think what you're going to write on the blackboard is nearly irrelevant. It's not.

Just pick one, they are all of course mutually exclusive.

>>38357835
>Better leave it to Susanna
Fuckin' harpies.

>>38357835
>write Ishtar
Let's see if this they understand

>>38357835
>>Write something (what?)

Strait

>Tell the others harpy they better pay attention

>>38357835
>>38357976
I'll back >>38357881 for humor value then.

Your hand expertly leads the chalk on the blackboard to form the pair of words that the harpy will, hopefully, copy without screwing up. You feel an instinctive tickling feeling over your shoulder and glance up at Susanna, who smiles encouragingly to you regardless of all the ruckus happening behind you. You wonder if the harpies actually aren't paying attention or if this is just how they are, after all Susanna doesn't seem to be particularly mad, but then again it might just be a sanity-preserving ritual where she ignores their complete and utter lack of discipline because otherwise she'd have to murder them.

Which would be messy. And bad.

Still, you're finding a hard time getting used to being the teacher, you keep feeling that tickling between the shoulder and the neck, as if you feel your own, old teacher's judging stare as she evaluates your performance. But this time, you're the one that's experiencing the teaching being done. It's a job made of suffering, frustration and the nagging feeling that everything you're doing is completely pointless and as soon as you will turn your back on your pupils they will forget everything you taught them. They will even forget you exist.

The first word you write is "Strait", and the second is "Fennel".

You hand the piece of chalk back to the harpy, "Now you write them. Can you copy those words?".

The harpy looks up, as if she doesn't recognize them, "Hmmm... This is new", she openly claims, and her chicken foot raises, braving the blackboard to prove her worth.

You... Think she got it right? These two words do kind of look like "Strait" and "Fennel" if they were written by a particularly slow kid grasping a pencil with its whole hand and hamfistedly dragging it across the paper.

The handwriting is really terrible but, hey, chicken feet, you guess she's justified.

>Praise her
>Criticize her handwriting
>Keep her there for another exercise
>Ask Susanna what she thinks
>Other?

>>38358288
>Praise her
>Ask Susanna what she thinks

>>38358288
>Praise her

>>38358288
>Ask Susanna what she thinks

>>38358288
>Praise her
Good job!

>>38358288
>Ask Susanna what she thinks
Positive reinforcement time?

>>38358288
>Praise her

>>38358288
>Praise her
>Pat her head

>>38358431
>pat her head
Anon please, that's not for harpies.

>>38358288
>>Praise her
>But give her constructive criticism and a few pointers
>Use authority to make the other harpies pay attention, Ishtar dammit!

>>38358509
I'm not sure harpies can grasp the concept of constructive criticism, but could always try.

"Yes, good girl", you ruffle the harpy's chestnut brown hair and she smiles triumphantly. She looked pretty sure she got it right, but if you have to be completely honest she also looked pretty sure she got it right when she wrote "Fennel" twice and insisted Fennel and Strait were written the same.

You turn to Susanna with an inquisitive look, implicitly asking for her opinion on the matter. She then straightens up and claps her hand to get everyone's attention, even if for but a brief moment, "Very well, listen up: I am now almost convinced you can copy words. That is good, but next time I will focus on having you write the words I tell you instead of copying those I write. We'll have a dictation exercise, we'll go near the stream and I'll hand you sticks so you can all write together where the soil is soft".

While you still aren't sure whether they're answering her or just carrying on whatever it is they're doing (it's impossible to tell and damn your ears are so full of sound they've started ringing), you do spy something weird going on. There are... At least you think there are... Some harpies actually paying attention, in that they are staring, making eye contact and following the lesson. Or maybe that's a hallucination caused by your still not gone fever, which might actually get worse since you're not resting at all.

“Now, our teacher Lillith is going to give you a special lesson”, Susanna announces, “She will teach you about gods, and why it's important to properly worship those you need favours from, and give them respect. Please try and pay attention because it's very important”.

The stage is all yours.

>Be generic, tell them what gods ARE.
>Instruct them on the basic pantheon you've been taught: Nao, Jure, Lulwy, Ehekatl, Itzpath, Solaire.
>Explain them why worship is important.
>Focus on Ishtar and her practices.
>Post the actual lesson that you've prepared for real while the QM was AFK.
>Other?

>>38358682
>Focus on Ishtar and her practices.

>>38358682
>Post the actual lesson that you've prepared for real while the QM was AFK.

>>38358682
>Explain them why worship is important.

>>38358785
Uh, that actually requires posting something.

>>38358682
>>Focus on Ishtar and her practices.

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>>38358785
Great! So where is it?

Where is it?

WHERE IS IT ANON? WHERE?

DID YOU LIE TO ME, ANON?

>>38358732
>>38358831
I don't think we should be using Susanna's lesson to convert harpies, anons.

>>38358682
>Explain them why worship is important.
>Focus on Ishtar and her practices.

The plan is: teach them how important worship is and that it isn't just for blessings. Then a brief mention of the gods in general, but focus extensively on ishtar and teh whole human+monsters+harmony thing and how rape doesn't help the harpies in the long run. Probably offer alternatives for them, like, becoming pets or something, or trading fruits and stuff for sex.

>>38358832
Sorry, sorry, I forgot to type it all. Yes, same anon here, the plan involves two of the default options, so yeah.

>>38358682
>Other
>Post the actual lesson that you've prepared for real while the QM was AFK.
Open up with the initial basic spread of the Pantheon, why they're important and such, if the majority of them seem interested in one, then go into further detail on that particular god.

If we're getting too far into detail, slowly move the conversation back into why their worship is important and then link it to a similar god, this should attract their attention enough to the next god that we can go into minor detail with them and repeat.

As people seem to want to teach about Ishtar, when her turn comes up we'll go into further detail.

>>38358682
>Focus on Ishtar and her practices.
>>38358864
They already know of Ishtar, probably.

>>38358682
Supporting this >>38358931, but instead on going into further details about Ishtar, just explain we worship her

>>38358994

It's not because I know of a god that I can't be converted to their religion

Using a learning session to broadcast your message isn't nice. That's like teaching kids your country is the best and your glorious leader can kick every other nations' asses single-handly

>>38359066
Hey, if it helps in making the harpies become not rape machines, I'm all for it.

>>38358931
I'll second that

At the end of the day, you are left with an odd, hard to describe feeling.

You want to go back in time, back in the days where you were in the orphanage, where the good priests and priestesses took care of you, back when they fed, clothed and schooled you, find your child self, and slap her across the face multiple times.

Then you want to go back in the Kingdom of Rune, find your old teacher, drop at her feet and cry as you grasp the hem of her skirt and beg for forgiveness for all the pain that you have caused her when you were little. Because now you know. Now you feel. Now you realize how much pain teaching causes and how you had no idea why all of that was important back when you were a child.

It's not fair. It shouldn't be this difficult to raise someone to not be a complete and utter idiot. It shouldn't be this harrowing, this frustrating, people should pay attention when you work for their sake instead of treating you like something barely better than a nuisance.

You don't even remember what you taught them, or tried to teach them. Did any of that stick? Was anyone even listening? You remember getting quite pissed at certain points, and you remember even Susanna, despite all her bright smiles, actually used her pieces of chalk as projectiles, knocking out the most annoying and disruptive of specimen.

You have the odd feeling, as you watch the harpies leave towards the sunset, that this day was possibly a pointless waste of time in your limited, mortal life, cuddling on the small, comforting flame that maybe something did stick, maybe something did work, maybe someone did learn something, and one day they will do something good thanks to your effort.

Susanna stretches and smiles, “So, how was your first day as a teacher?”.

>”It's tough”.
>”Did they even learn anything?”.
>”All considered, it was fun”.
>”Strangely satisfactory”.
>”Terrible”.
>”I'm still coming to terms with what happened”.
>”How do you do this?”.
>Cry

>>38359140

We should explain why being a rape machine is bad until they actually reflect on the idea

>>38359273
harpies don't care for morals. But if you tell them their god cares about it...

>>38359228
Did anything even matter?

>>38359228
>”I'm still coming to terms with what happened”.
>"At least I didn't get raped?".

>>38359228
>>”Did they even learn anything?”.
>"You must be incredibly skilled and tough for doing this regularily"

>>38359228
>”How do you do this?”.

>>38359288
I'm going to guess at least one of the harpies learned something and we'll meet them again.

>>38359228
>”I'm still coming to terms with what happened”.
>”Did they even learn anything?”.

>>38359228
>>”Did they even learn anything?”.
>>"You must be incredibly skilled and tough for doing this regularily"
What did we end up teaching, anyways?

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>>38359288
Yes.

Don't be mistaken, describing all of the theological lesson would have taken way, way, way too long and I would have ground the story to a halt, but I do am keeping tabs on the votes from before.

I just can't, you know, describe all the lesson, because I'd need a thread where I do nothing but keep on writing with >Continue prompts and that's not fun.

>>38359288

If it's not a question of moral, then we should show them how being a rape machine actually hurt them and what benefits they could get by acting differently.

>>38359358
Pffft, who needs pacing anyway.

>>38359358
>tfw no thread long special Lillith-sensei episode

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>>38359432
Teach me! Lilith-sensei!

>>38359228
>”I'm still coming to terms with what happened”.
>”How do you do this?”.

I had an idea

Do harpies like songs?

Because if we managed to get teach them a song about how it's more profitable to trade with people than to take what you want, that might help.

Heck, if it has a chance to work, I'll write this song

You find it difficult to say something, it was your first time and it was with possibly the toughest class you could ask for, and it feels weird, because that very tough class is exactly the sort of people you're bound to help by divine calling, and this is the kind of help they need, and that you can provide. And there's a chance your attempts were futile anyways.

"Did they even learn anything?", that is the first and foremost question banging at the front of your own forehead, you can practically feel it hitting your skull.

Susanna lets out a rather heartfelt chuckle, holding a laughter in because it would be probably not too educated, or maybe she'd just make your ears ring, and you already have one of the worst headaches you've ever had, "That's what I ask myself all the time, but I think something does stick in their bird brains. Not that there's any way to be sure, even when teaching normal people; your only way to know is to put them to test, and the only real test that counts for that is life. So you just have to do your best and hope it will serve them, one day".

"I'm still coming to terms with what happened", you confess.

"It's alright, you don't need to worry, it was your first time, I'm sure it was confusing", she lightly caresses your back, meaning the entirety of your backside, from the legs to the back of the head. She is a giantess, after all, "And I wouldn't wish a class of harpies on anyone?".

"How do you do this?", you genuinely wonder.

Susanna looks at you, then looks towards the sunset, "... I ask myself the same question every time I see them leave".

At least it's a peaceful day. Wow, you really spent an entire day teaching theology to harpies.

“At least I didn't get raped”, you mumble. Can't say nothing good came from this day.

>You need to lie down for a while
>Check on Bryld, see if she still needs that bath
>Check to see if Tahenohan and the arachne have returned
>Help Susanna fix dinner
>Other?

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>>38359423
>>38359432
As soon as I'll manage to catch up with the old promise I made of writing a short event about one of Lillith's previous girl/boyfriends, I'll do some writefagging about that unspoken episode.

I just have to dredge through the pile of writing I promised myself or others to do and actually do it.

I totally will one day. I promise.

I promise...

>>38359626
Go ahead. Do it.

>>38359627
>>Check on Bryld, see if she still needs that bath

>>38359627
>Check on Bryld, see if she still needs that bath

>>38359684
Hey, honestly it's no hurry. They'd be flashbacks to pre-quest anyway so they can fit at any time!

>>38359627
>Check on Bryld, see if she still needs that bath
>Check to see if Tahenohan and the arachne have returned

>>38359627
>Check on Bryld, see if she still needs that bath

>>38359627
>Check on Bryld, see if she still needs that bath
Bath time!

>>38359627
>Check on Bryld, see if she still needs that bath
>Check to see if Tahenohan and the arachne have returned

You decide it's time to return to Bryld's side and see if she's feeling better and especially if she still needs that bath.

Your cartographer actually feels better, following a progression similar to your own recovery, in that she doesn't feel her throat as sore as this morning, but it still kind of hurts and she's still very thirsty and also very sweaty but all in all she can't complain and is actually feeling better, overall.

Which leads you to the current situation.

Thanks to Susanna's help, you manage to get a basin large enough for both of you and with heated water, so it isn't as cold as it comes from the stream, which is good for drinking but not for bathing if you're sick, according to the giantess. It's not a thermal bath and nowhere near that hot, it's just pleasantly warm.

Bryld seems to be comfortable enough with you, or too sick to complain, to get behind the idea of bathing together. Well, the condition was that you had to sit behind her, because she's still rather... Uncomfortable around your penis, and innocent and naive as she is you think she wouldn't make a very convinced face at the sight of your crotch.

Still, you're getting to wash her naked back as she holds her hair in front of her to get it out of the way, nervously fidgeting it between her generous, plumpy breasts that her outfits hide amazingly well. If you look down enough, you can see her fluffy bunny tail sprouting and occasionally wagging lightly.

She looks fine, but also rather silent. Maybe she's just embarrassed and needs you to break the ice.

>”I'm never going to teach to a harpy ever again”.
>”Would you believe me if I told you they didn't rape me?”.
>”After today, I don't think I'm cut to be a teacher”.
>”After today, I think I'm cut to be a teacher”.
>”Susanna is actually pretty good at her job”.
>”I wouldn't say Susanna is good at her job but at least she has enough courage to do it”.
>”So how was your day?”.
>Other?

>>38360054
>>”After today, I don't think I'm cut to be a teacher”.
>>”Susanna is actually pretty good at her job”.
>>Be mesmerized by fluffy tail.

>>38360054
>”After today, I think I'm cut to be a teacher”.
>"However, I don't think I'll ever want to."

>sit behind her
>AVOID penis
Bryld this plan has an obvious flaw.

>>38360054

>I don't know if you can teach to harpies, but Susana has enough courage to do it

>Maybe there is a method, though...

>How was your day?

>>38360054
>”I'm never going to teach to a harpy ever again”.
>”So how was your day?”.

>>38360054
Backing >>38360126!

>>38360101
>flaw
Well, that's debatable really...

>>38360054
>”I'm never going to teach to a harpy ever again”.
>”Susanna is actually pretty good at her job”.

>>38360054
>”After today, I think I'm cut to be a teacher”.

"I don't want to teach to a harpy ever again", you claim.

Bryld nods lightly, "Well, most people wouldn't even try".

"I don't even know if you can teach them. Frankly, I don't think I'm cut to be a teacher", you pause, you've been thinking about this for an awfully long time, "But... Well, Susanna has enough courage to do it. Maybe there is a method to this madness. Maybe she even knows it, she seemed confident enough".

You pause again for a bit, Bryld is either being sleepy or lost in her own thoughts. Even though the night is setting, you're barely outside the house, facing the river, and looking up you see a perfectly clear sky and can already spy the white moon and plenty of stars in the sky. It's going to be one of those nights where you can see well enough to take a stroll without needing a light of any sort, and will most likely not even trip on something.

"So how was your day?", you ask.

"I was stuck in the house all day, so I didn't really do anything", she confesses. Not that you were expecting otherwise, really, that's pretty much what you did yourself, "I think I slept most of the day away, I barely even noticed".

"Yes, I did the same", you share your own experience, "Are you feeling better, at least?".

"I am. I think tomorrow I'll get out of bed and actually walk around a bit. I'm feeling... Well, good enough to do that", she pauses, "I'm hungry, though".

"So am I", you can't call teaching physical exercise, but damn it did get you tired and hungry. You wonder if Tahenohan and the two arachne were out hunting or foraging all day. You hope they were, they still havent' come back.

“I hope Tahenohan and the others are okay”, Bryld mentions, though she doesn't sound concerned, “I kind of hope they'll bring food, too”.

>”That's just what I was thinking!”.
>”Could you wash my back? I'll turn around”.
>”I'm getting out of here and go help fix dinner”.
>”Feel like coming out of the water?”.
>Touch fluffy tail
>Other?

>>38360326
>”Could you wash my back? I'll turn around”.

>>38360326
>>Touch fluffy tail
>>”Could you wash my back? I'll turn around”.
Sorry, can't resist the fluffy tail. Maybe we can excuse it as washing it.

>>38360326
>”That's just what I was thinking!”.
>ASK POLITELY if you can touch fluffy tail.

>"That was just what I was thinking!"
>"Susanna is cooking something already, though"

>>38360326
>”That's just what I was thinking!”.
>”Could you wash my back? I'll turn around”.

>>38360326
>Touch fluffy tail
You..just had to put that there, didn't you?

>>38360326
>Ask to touch fluffy tail
>”Could you wash my back? I'll turn around”.

"I was just thinking the same!", you're positively surprised too. These things happen alright, but you never expect them, "What a coincidence! But well, Susanna is already cooking".

"I can't wait... But well, I will. I'd like for Tahenohan and the others to be here too", such a polite girl.

The following silence falls mostly because of your own gaze, that falls on the fluffy tail, lightly wagging at the thought of food. You must admit it's rather mesmerizing, and you kind of want to reach out and just grab it, but...

"... Can I touch your tail?".

"Eh?".

There's an embarrassed pause, and you see Bryld's back straighten in tension, her fluffy tail gets tense too. "Can I touch your tail?", you ask again, your hand already halfway there. Still, she's the sensitive sort of person, you need her permission before actually going through. If it was someone like Tahenohan you're pretty sure you can just grab her but Bryld's a different kind of girl.

"Eh? Uh... I- That's kind of sudden, I...", she murmurs and fidgets nervously with her hair, until a familiar, manic voice calls you as it quickly approaches.

"Yahoo!", Tahenohan comes, riding on Leiana's back while carrying a basket on each arm, full of fruits and wild vegetables. The arachne themselves are carrying plenty of game: Leiana has some rather fat-looking turkeys strung to her spidery back, while Arianna is carrying the carcasses of two wild boars with a weirdly fair brown fur, very short, and a strange shape of the back.

That's plenty of food. There's more meat than you've eaten in a while, although you're pretty sure it will have to be prepared first. Maybe the boars are for keeping, or turning into long-conservation meat, like salami? That'd be a pity, but admittedly very smart of them.

>Ask where they've been until now.
>Food, food! Get out of the water and help them.
>Pat Bryld on the back, whisper that it'll be for another time.
>Other?

>>38360679
>>Pat Bryld on the back, whisper that it'll be for another time.

>>38360679
>>Pat Bryld on the back, whisper that it'll be for another time.
>>Help Bryld out of the water and get dried: those girls can handle groceries themselves.
TAHE YOU TAILBLOCKER

>>38360679
>Ask where they've been until now.

>Pat Bryld on the back, whisper that it'll be for another time.
>Ask where they've been until now.
>>38360732
She's been monopolizing Bryld for a bit now! It's pouting time!

>>38360679
>>38360732
Supporting!

That's some tailblocking right there. Well, Tahenohan certainly didn't do that on purpose, it's just part of her random half-elven nature, right? Certainly she didn't come right at this moment, coordinating the two arachne, just to tailblock you so you don't forget you're supposed to share Bryld's first time together according to her plan.

You pat Bryld on the back and whisper "Nevermind, another time", trying to sound as friendly and reassuring as possible. You're about to get up to help Bryld out of the water, but as soon as you do you hear a distant, booming sound.

The event is odd and particular enough to draw everyone's eyes towards the source. Off in the distance, to the North-North-West, you see a pillar of bright, purple light arise from somewhere you can't see and pierce the skies. A ring of equally bright purple light expands from there in all directions, carrying a low, eerie and very distorted sound that booms inside your head as that strange light passes over the whole lands, including above your heads.

Being briefly illuminated by that thing brought you no discomfort, you're not even sure it did anything, but Tahenohan must have felt something as she nearly jolts and her hair twists and curls in response about at the same time Susanna stomps outside to look at the sky, a concerned look on her face.

"That was...", the ogre magi gasps, the tone far from reassuring.

"Necromancy", Tahenohan finishes, the tangible feeling of excitement and tension, "A very, very powerful spell, ooooh... I can feel it seep all over the land".

You really have to help Bryld up now because as soon as she hears that it's like her legs have become butter, and you can't stop them from melting, or shivering, “N-n-n-necromancy?”.

“That's not good”, Susanna frowns, looking at the slowly fading pillar of light, “It came from the Shadow Castle”.

>”The Shadow Castle?”.
>”What spell was that?”.
>”Are we going to be okay?”.
>”Is it safe here?”.
>Other?

>>38360679
>Ask where they've been until now.
>Ask if Bryld can do your back before you get out.

>>38361002
>”The Shadow Castle?”.
OOooh, spooky.

>>38361002
>”The Shadow Castle?”.
>”What spell was that?”.
Tahe's rival appears!

>>38361002
>”What spell was that?”.
>”The Shadow Castle?”.

>”What spell was that?”.
Gasp, plot!?

"What is the Shadow Castle?", you ask, you weren't expecting your adventure to take such a concerning turn.

"I don't remember its actual name, that's just how we call it", Susanna points out, but not detailing who this "we" is, "It's been abandoned during the Fomor War, when the Fomor armies advanced to lay waste on the land before the disastromorphism. I have heard that foul things lived there, but...".

"I guess that's confirmation", Leiana adds in a grim tone, tightly grasping the hilt of her own sword.

"Spooky", is all Arianna has to say, looking rather unimpressed.

Tahenohan, on the other hand, sounds manic and excited, more than she usually is, "That... Felt like a calling spell. A land-wide raise dead spell, if you will. Oooh, I wonder how well it will work".

"Wait wait wait", you ask, trying to not make her go on unchecked for too long or Bryld will just faint, "What do you mean, land-wide raise dead spell?".

"It means that ring was seeping necromantic power through all the land to try and raise the dead", the half-elf necromancer explains, looking amazed, "It takes some really, really huge power, and a very strong catalyst, to pull that off".

"So... Every dead body in the whole Shadow Marches is being raised?", you ask, unable to hold your own concern back, especially in the following tense silence.

"Nah", Tahenohan just shrugs, "It can't be that powerful. This is a trick from one wizard using a powerful catalyst, I'm just feeling it".

As frustrating as it is, you have no other option but to rely on the half-elf's feelings and experience, and just hope she is right.

“Well, that doesn't change the fact that there's undead about now”, Leiana is still fidgeting with her own sword, looking around as if she's expecting some to pop out any moment.

“What about Tama?”, Arianna asks, looking at Leiana, “She lives all alone and is closer to the source than we are”.

“What about New Royo?”, Bryld utters with a touch of cold fear in her voice.

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And that's all for Episode 23!

Thank to everyone who participated. We're finally getting to a part where SOMETHING HAPPENS.

It only took 23 episodes before that came around.

Wow.

Still, well, it's light and fluffy adventures so don't worry, I don't think the rhythm will change much in this sense.

>>38361422
>We're finally getting to a part where SOMETHING HAPPENS.
THINGS HAVE BEEN HAPPENING.

>>38361422
Thanks for running! It was fun.
>plot
B-but this will cut into lewd time!
Can't wait!

>>38361377
Looks like we're introducing the monster races to New Royo faster than anticipated: Tahe should be able to mitigate some of the fallout from the spell, and Leiana can help us get back. Maybe?

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>>38361441
>B-but this will cut into lewd time!

>>38361422
Thanks for the thread

>>38361422
You're the best MP. Thanks for everything.

>>38361471
Truly, a fearsome QM...

>>38361471
Zombie waifu when?

>>38361471
That's good to know! I will look forward to lewdness in tandem with the plot then.

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And now I'm realizing that, while everyone is standing and looking at the direction where the magic came from and fretting, Arianna is looking at our groin, dripping with water down its length, licking her lips and thinking "bueno~"

>>38361604
Arianna is not as lewd as you, anon!

>>38359684

>Go ahead. Do it.

Well, I tried. Keep in mind it's nearly three in the morning here.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4zlC8jAISk

You can be a good-for-nothing till the end of your days,
You can take what you want, then go away,
You can ignore all the laws and be a big bad brat,
But why would you want to? Huh? Wasting things like that. Wasting things like that!
So trade, darn, you trade, everybody wants something,
Follow my lead, recite my creed, and trade, darn you trade!
Don't listen to the idiots say peace is a bore, they're bloodthirsty, rough and dumb!
That's why I strive to make tolerance bloom!
It's from that itch, I made the switch! And pray from midnight to noon: The Ishtar!
There's blessing in that (Ha, ha, ha) There's blessing in tha-a-at
So trade, darn, you trade, remember what you're taught!
And so, with glee, I do decree, just trade, darn, you trade!
So when living gets a little rough, and you find it hard to cope;
Ishtar's the one with just the stuff...TO FILL YOU FULL OF HOPE!
Just trade, darn, you trade, be it food or a crown!
Don't do a bit: IT'S AN HABIT! Just trade, darn you...
trade, darn, you trade, everybody loves to grin!
Follow my lead, recite my creed! And trade! Ha!
Darn, you TRA-A-A-ADE!
(Ha, ha, ha! I love it!)
I'll try to do something better when my brain is clearer

>>38361845
Haha, that's great anon!