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>>637717
>>Look for familiar faces in the crowd instead.

>>637717
>>"Let's move to the bleachers, surely we can take a seat there?".

>>637717
>"Let's move to the bleachers, surely we can take a seat there?".

"Hey, let's move to the bleachers", you suggest, patting Bryld on the hand since you can't nudge her with your arm in a cast. It has to be stuck like this for a month? Damn it it's going to be horrible, this is feeling worse every passing moment, you're already feeling the discomfort of being unable to bend your elbow, and at the same time your elbow is still deep in dull, silent pain so it's a bit difficult for you to decide even just how you feel about this.

Fortunately Bryld distracts you by agreeing on your suggestion, "I'm pretty sure they're going to let the monster brigade commander sit next to her girl, yes". With a smile, she leads you around the grounds and to the side entrance of the bleachers, where people have to pull their legs back to let you pass, with Bryld leading the way.

You receive several polite greetings from people you've never met. Someone even calls you "commander"; you're not sure whether they mean "Nice jousting" when they say it or they're just being ironical.

After an arduous trek you manage to reach the central gallery where Tahenohan excitedly waves in your direction, missing a clash and losing sight of her as Tama herself keeps bobbing excitedly about.

"Hey there", you greet Tama, sitting next to her and hoping the excitement won't build up so high that she'll accidentally stomp you. However, you don't think it's very likely to happen, and you do have a certain amount of experience with arachne, "Like what you see?".

"They'd be cuter if they weren't wearing armour", she decrees, but has a noticeably curved smile plastered on her face, "But maybe they're cute especially because of their armour".

"They'd be dead if they weren't wearing that so it can't be helped", you smile as you wave your cast arm about in front of her. A dull feeling of pain from your elbow begs you to not do it again, "I mean look at me, it's kind of dangerous".

"It looks like. It looks weird too", she agrees, then two cadets clash again and one falls flat on his back, and the crowd cheers, and Tahenohan whistles so loudly you would swear she was right next to you, and Tama claps excitedly. "I kind of want to try it".

You're pretty sure no PecoPeco would let itself be ridden by a giant spider. You're pretty sure even a trained PecoPeco would flee at the sight of a spider twice its size. Then again maybe she can count as both ride and rider at the same time so she won't need any of that. Then again she might be so monstruously strong that the cadets wouldn't stand a chance.

"Why were you there anyway?", Tama asks, her excited smile still on and embellished with a tint of curiosity as she looks at you while trumpets blare again.

>"It was my duty".
>"I said I would and I did".
>"No reason".
>"I wanted to try jousting".
>"I wanted to win your heart".
>"I didn't want those cadets to have you easy".
>"I had to make sure they deserved you".
>Other?

>>637767
>>"I wanted to try jousting".

>>637767
>"I wanted to try jousting".
Yeah, sure.

"I just wanted to try jousting", you shrug. You sit semi-comfortably, the cast gets in the way more than you expected it to and you already want to rip it off and regain freedom of movement. Your arm feels hot, sweaty and itchy but the elbow is still sprained and won't heal before two weeks at the very best. You also have to keep it perfectly straight which means even the bleachers kind of get in the way, as you're forced to lay your wrist on the edge. You could push your arm farther from yourself and sort of lean on it but as the priest said you shouldn't lift weights, which includes supporting them, and even just trying to sends an electrical jolt of pain that stings you down to your chest, erasing any desire to try again you might have had.

"I want to try it too", Tama nods, "Looks fun". You doubt they would think the same; besides she knows the rules even worse than you do, and that's not a good thing at all. It wouldn't even be fair since she'd be more mobile and in-control than any rider could be with his ride.

But yes, it was fun. Consequences notwithstanding. Had you had the chance to train some more you're confident you could have avoided this much damage, now that you can admire the beauty of the joust from this elevated position you can agree that it looks relatively straightforward from a distance. Knowing the first person perspective, however, you can assure anyone who asks that it's nowhere as easy as it looks.

Bryld is still faithfully sitting next to you, holding your hand and making sure you're comfortable. If you look behind you you can see White Moustache on your side, he winks when you notice him. You presume Middle-Aged Lady is somewhere nearby, probably on Tama's other side.

"Say Tama", Tahenohan asks as she leans from the gallery to manically wave at the participants. She has some kind of white handkerchief in her hand that she flaps about with gleeful abandon, "Does any of these cute boys suit your fancy?".

"Mh, can't tell that well, they pass so quickly", she honestly answers, "But they're all cute".

"Do you like cat ears or dog ears best?", ah, the classic question.

"Even monkey humans are fine", Tama shows that she really has no racial preference at all, "There was a rabbit one too, wasn't there?".

"I think he lost in the second joust, right after our commander", Tahenohan informs her, "Though hey, you know? Lillith here is the only one that lasted two clashes".

"Really?", you wonder.

"Yeah don't ask me why", Tahenohan shrugs and the trumpets blare again as PecoPecos prepare to charge each other yet again.

You glance at Bryld and she just shrugs, "Guess you were that good after all", she then smiles.

>"Would you be okay with just picking the winner for yourself?".
>"Do you know what this tournament is for?".
>"I met a really cute boy that cured my arm. Would you like to meet him?".
>Other?

>>637811
>"I met a really cute boy that cured my arm. Would you like to meet him?".
Meddling is go!

>>637811
>"I met a really cute boy that cured my arm. Would you like to meet him?".

Might not be able to vote a whole bunch, not feeling top shape.

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>>637814
Don't worry, anon-kun. Hope you get better.

>>637811
>"Would you be okay with just picking the winner for yourself?".

>>637811
>>"Do you know what this tournament is for?".

"You know...", you begin, and then stop as you have to let the cadets do their thing and clash right in front of the gallery. Didn't one of them just have a round? Oh, he fell again. Not surprising, hitting your back like that takes all of your breath out when you're unarmoured, you're certain all that iron isn't going to make things any better. "You know, when I was in that tent getting my arm fixed I met a really, really cute boy".

"Really?", you immediately get Tama's attention. Not that it's particularly difficult to, given the topic at hand.

"Yes, he's a priest of Jure. He's a cute blondie with green eyes, likes to keep his hair in twintails. Can't miss him. Well you might actually, he's not very tall", although honestly speaking you're a bit taller than the average, so he's not as short as you make him sound. He's taller than Tahenohan at least, he's just thin enough that he looks shorter than he is. "He's also kind of shy and tries to cover it up by picking on other people and trying to pretend he doesn't care about you to look tough".

"Isn't that the job description of a priest of Jure?", Bryld mutters. It might be, you haven't dealt with them much in the past but their modus operandi is pretty much like that. How odd.

"That looks cute", Tama asks, "Is he single too?".

You try to hide the surprise, but Bryld fails to. You would expect she'd just jump on any semi-willing male with little or no regard of existing relationships, and you probably should be a little ashamed of that.

"I... I don't know", you blink, "I didn't think about asking. You know...", you knock on your cast.

"You should have", Tahenohan comments aloud from the other side with a knowing grin.

"I'll ask him then", Tama resolves, and trumpets blare yet again, "After we're done with this I mean".

Well that didn't take much. You have sudden flashbacks to the chain of events that lead to this tournament being organized in the first place and feel a little bit of sincere concern that you might be on the brink of embarking into another journey full of unexpected twists.

"Uhm... Do you know what this tournament is for?", you have to ask.

"It's to decide who's the cutest boy", the giant spider in the gallery answers as she focuses on the joust at hand. They were right, you haven't seen a clash yet in which one of the contenders didn't fall. Guess you're something special. Or they were afraid of hitting you as hard. Or maybe it was just beginner's luck.

"It's...", you try, "It's actually to pick a mate for you".

"Oh that's very kind of you", Tama answers with a smile as she claps amidst the cheering and the blaring.

"Are you okay with that?".

"Well I'm the one making the final choice, am I not?", she keeps smiling.

>"Yes".
>"I think they expect you to just pick the winner".
>"Yes but you might hurt the winner's feelings".
>"Yes, frankly I think they were sort of forced into this".
>"No".
>Other?

>>637844
>"Yes".

>>637844
>"Yes".

>>637844
>"Yes, frankly I think they were sort of forced into this".

"Yes", you answer her, "Yes of course it is". There might be some social expectations to the contrary here, but you're pretty sure being a monster can be used as an excuse to wriggle out of them, even though you're surprisingly civilized. Well, enough to care about the feelings of people you assumed she just wanted to use to reproduce.

"I want to fight the winner", she then decrees, sounding and looking quite excited at the prospect. Not that she wouldn't be fitting as a final boss, but this might go a bit too far against social expectations even for a monster. Well, at least for the kind of monster that should live next to civilized people. "It's not fair that I'm the only one not testing his mettle".

"You have a point", Bryld agrees, quite to your surprise, and she stares back at you, "What? She's right, she's way stronger than any of them, I mean this show really impresses me but... You've seen what she can do, right?".

Yes. Yes you did. The point seems to be that Tama isn't a pampered, naive princess for which this kind of show might have been meant for in the first place. Well, that and settling disputes between gentry, or nobility, or just for wager, or to give everyone a place where they could keep their martial skills honed and ready for potential conflicts. Indeed, there's more to a joust than fair maidens, and you've been flat out told that this was mostly meant as an excuse to have the cadets spar in public to also provide everyone with some entertainment, which is sorely lacking around here.

"But it's fun!", Tahenohan adds from the other side, her manic smile aimed straight at Tama, "Just play along and congratulate the winner and take their hand and wave a lot and encourage them, so that one day they might be ready to face you instead of just each other".

"That's a great idea", Tama agrees.

The last joust comes up, the participants come up at the gallery for the usual greeting, and you can't help but see how one of them is kind of out of breath already. You didn't quite understand why the last three people jousted more than once, maybe it had to do with there being an odd number at the end. They both look at Tama with a strange look that is not what you would expect they'd give to a fair maiden at the gallery and then give you a nod of recognition.

It feels strangely anticlimatic to see them clash. One falls, one stands, the crowd cheers from both sides and the even louder than usual blaring of trumpets goes on and on, with a different tune, to mark the winner of the joust: a cute, cat-eared boy with puffy brown hair and an equally puffy and hairy tail poking out from beneath the armour. He looks between the happy and the adorably nervous as his PecoPeco struts about the grounds in front of the bleachers, waving at everyone.

>"Play along with their expectations, Tama".
>"That's your chance to challenge him".
>Trust Tama's judgment.
>Congratulate the boy yourself.
>Other?

>>637868
>Trust Tama's judgment.
Nothing could go wrong.

>>637868
>Trust Tama's judgment
Time for bad decisions.

Sorry I'm late, MP.

>>637868
>"That's your chance to challenge him".

>>637868
>Trust Tama's judgment.

Hoping catboi wins.
>>Cheer for catboi.

You decide to trust Tama's judgment and let her bask in all the attention she is about to get, along with the joust's winner.

"Weren't we supposed to have a melee too?", Bryld frowns, and that's when White Moustache pats your shoulders, pulling you back with a smile.

"We planned to but they're just cadets", he explains while keeping an amiable smile, "They're not ready. The joust has taken out most of their stamina already, having them fight with swords now would be a terrible show, and the crowd just won't take that".

You kind of understand them. Though truth be told, you're beginning to suspect they weren't actually giving it their all, maybe because the prize wasn't as attractive as it could have been. You're quite certain a more traditional fair maiden would have motivated them much more than poor Tama, whose only fault is being a giant spider monster.

The catboy eventually rides at a slow pace right next to the gallery and you can see him gulp nervously as he approaches Tama and her expecting and excited stare. His lance resting on the saddle... So that's what that piece of iron was for.

"F-fair lady?", he stutters nervously as he gives Tama an uncertain smile along with his hand, which the giant spider girl takes gleefully, leaning on closer than he expected she could. The marvels of the arachne body.

"Hey cutie", she goes, smiling enough to distract him from Tahenohan's acrobatics as she goes with her knees on the railing, dangerously extending to give the winner the flower crown she was wearing until a moment ago and trying to fit it right despite the cat ears. "So turns out you're the strongest of the bunch, eh?".

"Haha, I was just... Lucky", he nervously admits, the ears twitching uncomfortably, though what's putting him off more is likely Tahenohan's manic grin as she tries to crown him.

"Well you really gotta do something fine with all that luck", Tama continues, her spider legs skittering lightly in place, "What did you have in mind? And what's your name?".

"D-darta. I'm Darta", he still stutters, though now that the flower crown is secured on his head his ears don't twitch as much. It's a miracle Tahenohan didn't fall considering how overextended she was. "And I, uh...".

"C'mere Darta", and she just grabs him and lifts him from his PecoPeco and into the gallery, much to his surprise. You see that part of the crowd is cheering but much of that noise actually sounds like laughter. She sits him right in front of her on the bleachers, to what might amount to her lap had she normal legs. She's holding him in place with her pedipalps, which might contribute to explain why he just paled.

"What's next?", Tama excitedly ask. You, Bryld and White Moustache give each other concerned looks.

>"Uh, more battles!".
>"Er, music!".
>"Duh... A play!".
>"Some, uhm, performers!".
>"There's nothing else Tama, that was it".
>Other?

>>637899
>"A kiss of course."

>>637899
>"Er, music!".

>>637899
>>637902
I like your style, anon. Devious.

"Well a kiss, of course".

You purposefully stare at Darta instead of either Bryld or White Moustache because you kind of suspect the sort of look they'd give you and you're content to only imagine them. What you wanted to see whas the look on the boy's face, on that of Tahenohan's and the way Tama begun to stare at him.

"I-I-I don't think this is m-meant for p-public display", he attempts to protest, but his opinion counts about as much as that of a wet towel in the laundry basket. That, and he cannot run away, even if he wanted to. He is not tiny even if he's technically just a teenager, he's old enough to have the shape of a man, but Tama is a lot larger than that and her pedipalps alone are enough to ensure he's not going to go anywhere without her consent.

Tama stares at him from above for a long time, and then she just bends down and goes for the kiss. Of course everyone cheers, especially from across the field, even though you can perfectly easily tell from this close that it was nothing but an awkward, embarrassed lip smacking that ended about as quickly as it came. You can't say that was unexpected, as straightforward as Tama is she's less experienced than Bryld, and at least she must have heard a lot of things in the city, but Tama? She didn't even have that to build expectations upon.

"Hey there bud! You don't look like someone who just won a tournament!", White Moustache jokes, at least until Middle-Aged Lady shows her face from the other side, just above Tahenohan's absolutely devilish grin.

"If we're quite done with the gratuitious show, I'd send everyone back to their jobs", she reprimands you. All of you. "You too commander, we have some paperwork to do and it requires your attention. Can you write with your left?".

"Uh...".

"Bring someone who can write in your stead then. You come with me now, we still haven't introduced you to our messenger harpy. What kind of monster brigade are you even running? Get your act together before this powder keg of a brigade blows up". She didn't even sound particularly pissed off, she was just mildly annoyed at your lack of military discipline. You know, the other thing you were supposed to develop over the course of a night.

"Well you better do as she says commander", White Moustache pats your back, "That was a fun morning but there's still much to do in Maner. Too much. Don't worry, these two seem quite content with each other".

You'd think Darta would rather be anywhere else but hey, who knows, maybe he'll become arachnophiliac soon enough. Or maybe not. If you leave him with Tama and Tahenohan around he'll certainly become... Something.

>Send Bryld to look for the priest.
>Send Tahenohan to look for the priest.
>Send both of them to look for the priest.
>Take both of them with you.
>Keep both of them to watch Tama and Darta.
>Other?

>>637929
>Bring Bryld with you.

We need someone sane to write for us. And well, I'm sure those two can think of some great plans for catboi.

>>637929
>Take both of them with you.

>>637929
>Keep both of them to watch Tama and Darta.

>>637929
>>Keep both of them to watch Tama and Darta.

"Bryld, Tahenohan, you stay here with Tama and Darta, make sure they're comfortable", you say as you stand up. Bryld moves to follow you but you give her that look that says "I really need you to stay here and watch these two remember what brought us here?", without the need to actually say that out loud.

Silently obeying your implicit order, Bryld remains in the company of the awkward teenagers as most people regretfully begin to leave the bleachers and start to head back to their daily jobs and duties, though you're certain you've given everyone in town plenty of gossip fodder to keep them busy for a while.

Unfortunately, what awaits you is not idle gossip but actual duties. Middle-Aged Lady is rather merciless as she expects you to follow her without bothering to slow down in the slightest despite your clearly crippled state, "With this you've met all the monsters we have in Maner. We expect you to manage them properly and keep them out of trouble".

She then pulls a whistle out of nowhere and blows on it hard, sending a shrill sound so acute your ears can't quite catch it properly. After the fourth time a petite figure comes swooping down from the sky, bringing with her the wooshing of large amounts of air that come when something as big as a human has wings that flap.

"Weeeeee! What's that? More mail? I got mail for you!", what you see is quite different from the wild harpies you've seen before. Not much in general shape and body type, but rather in her bearing. She is short and relatively thin, like most harpies are, and has that look of excessive sincerity that makes you suspect she might not be the sharpest tool in the shed. However, she is wearing a uniform, a sleeveless green coat with beige pants and a messenger bag, similar to the one Bryld has been carrying around for a while lately except with a much shorter sling that has been tightly tied around her waist.

She has dirty blond hair and her light brown eyes spark with an uncommon amount of intelligence and awareness if compared to what you faced when you were trying to teach theology to a whole flock. She gives you a curious look, walking closer and apparently sniffing you, as if expecting to smell something, but then she just checks you up, her head tilting and moving with the inane speed that most birds are capable of, which is somewhat unnerving to watch when the head and the body it rests on are otherwise human.

"Who are you?", she asks with a very curious tone and a jovial voice.

"This is Lillith, commander of the monster brigade", Middle-Aged Lady cuts you in, anticipating you, "Lillith, this is Terry, she's a trained messenger. She'll be under your care from now on".

"Eh? Really?", she excitedly asks, her wings flapping for a moment, "What are we going to do in the brigade?".

>"Fighting".
>"Hanging out together".
>"Building better relationships".
>"Finding other monsters".
>"Not sure yet".
>Other?

>>637990
>"Improve human-monster relationships, particularly with regard to the less humanoid monsters."

I'm feeling better now, must've been something I ate.

>>637990
>*Pomf*
Wait, that's not quite right.
>>638000
This sounds better!

>>637990
>>"Building better relationships".

>>637990
>"Hanging out together".
>"Building better relationships".

"We're working to improve human-monster relationships, particularly for those that are less human-looking than the others", you explain, and stare back at the harpy wondering if she got any of what you just told her. From your limited experience, when a harpy stares back at you and you see gleams of intelligence in her eyes, it's probably just a reflection from the sun or another light, but one can always hope.

"Are we not in a good relationship?", the harpy turns to give Middle-Aged Lady a confused look.

"That's your new commander's problem", she cuts short, "Now that you met her, commander, bring her along, we'll have to write a message and pass it along".

"Pass it?", you blink. You weren't told this was going to happen, and suddenly find yourself having to pick up the pace again because she sure isn't waiting for you, "To whom?".

"New Royo first, then Reboldeux, which will pass it to Prontera", she explains, "You will have to inform them of who you are and how many monsters you currently have under your command. Stanley already informed the Royal Army about your assignment to this new brigade, you'll get your uniforms and tabards soon enough. If you want weapons you'll first have to learn how to use them, see me about that as soon as that cast comes off".

Before you have the chance to reply or ask for more information you are lead inside one of the larger tents, where a not quite wizened old man is sitting at a desk, nose deep in papers of various sorts. He looks up at you as you come in, escorted by Middle-Aged Lady who suddenly looks considerably younger next to him, and doesn't seem surprised to see Terry come in as well. The harpy too behaves as if she's no stranger to this place.

"Rupert this is commander Lillith, she has to write a letter and unless she's left-handed she'll need your help". Okay so she is at least somewhat reasonable, she didn't really expect to have you write with your left hand, nor to let the harpy write in your stead.

The old man looks up, checking you out with a curious expression, though you see some mistrust behind his dull-lighted eyes. "I see, I see", he rasps, "Is this what the Royal Army has become?".

"Just do your job. These are the colonel's orders and I won't have you question them".

"Never meant to", he answers with what you think is a tint of passive-aggressiveness. Middle-Aged Lady gives you a look, then nods and walks out of the tent, leaving you alone with the old man and a harpy that's hopping around the already tight space and humming a tune to herself.

"So Lillith I guess you were at the tournament", he interrupts his work to look up at you as far as his back, hunched slightly from the age, allows, "Well how did it go?".

>"It was fantastic".
>"It was okay I guess".
>"Couldn't have been happier for Tama".
>"The best knight won the fairest lady".
>"I expected something better".
>"Were you too busy to come?".
>"Who are you?".
>"You don't seem to agree with all this".
>Other?

>>638052
>"It went well."

Everyone knows who tama is now at least, and also that she's not a big scary spider (or at least they hope the catboi was a sufficient sacrifice).

>>638052
>"The best knight won the fairest lady".

>>638052
>>"Who are you?".

>>638052
>"It was fantastic".

"It went well", you admit, "The best knight won the fairest lady and everyone was happy. At least now everyone knows Tama isn't just a big scary spider".

"Never would have happened back in my days", the old man shakes his head in disapproval, "We had actual fair ladies, in abundance, and we'd fight for them. And the ladies would fight for the fair men, and we had no need to go in the wilds to look for monsters and invite a cambion in the army to lead them".

Well this didn't take long. "You don't sound very happy with this. Unlike everyone else who was very happy with what we organized and cheered us on".

"Yes, I can't deny our kingdom has degenerated. When I was a boy my father would spend months serving in the Shadow Marches' garrisons; back in the day this was a paradise, we imported PecoPecos, food, exotic furs and many other things. Then the Fomor wars happened, I joined the army, waiting for a reconquista since the moment the war started, and our current king just decided to declare it now. He waited until my bones became too frail to wear armour. And now we have to resort to the aid of monsters to take back what was rightfully ours". You notice that he is, indeed, too old for his voice to carry much of a connotation of anger, or perhaps it had decades of time to subside and only leave room for bitterness. Whatever the reason, he has plenty of that.

"Well I'm sorry about your situation but I assure you that we had a fantastic time and that we're going to help the Reconquista, so we can have these lands again", you shrug, "I even received the marquise's blessing to explore, doesn't that make me a reliable person?".

"A rogue calling you a saint doesn't make you one. Not even our king wanted to give that woman her due and I don't know how she got it, but I'm sure there's foul play afoot", he glances up at you, "Maybe you and her are of the same ilk, that's why you're trusted here, but I'm helping a devil spawn like you just because I respect my superiors".

"I suppose that's the same reason you give letters to a harpy?", you already know the answers.

"I've been told they arrive at destination. I already spoke my mind about it and I won't do it again, not to you or your kind especially".

And you remain there, in awkward silence, for a few moments as he goes back to reading and scribbling his papers. You clear your throat a couple times but that doesn't do anything.

"Rupert", you call him directly, "I am not left-handed. You were ordered to help me weren't you?".

He glares at you. He really hoped you would forget about this. He's not sure whether he should hate you more or the harpy prancing about just behind you, especially because every time she flaps her arms about the gust of wind that blows out threatens to send papers flying all over the place.

"Yes, commander". Definitely passive-aggressive, yes.

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And this is it for Episode 77! Well, the tournament has been wrapped up it seems, now it's time to take care of bureaucracy and stuff.

As I mentioned on twitter my schedule has changed. A lot. From now on I'll only be able to run on Thursday evenings, meaning I'll start running from about one hour from now (I'll try earlier but it's going to be hard) and go on for about four hours? I'll try for five, it depends on how much sleep this will cost me.

Still, I will run, I promise, I can do it, don't worry. Crisis averted. At least for this time.

So thank you again for participating and see you next week!

>>638122
Don't risk your job to write this! You can always just do an update or two a day later! (yay /qst/)

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>>638126
Don't worry, I wouldn't be doing this if I were risking that much or cutting into my relationship time. If I said I'd do it it means I can afford to.

I'm just sorry that I most likely won't be able to run for long, but it's better than a few months' hiatus. I mean this quest is already far from popular, I should at least try to keep it going.

>>638122
Thanks for the thread MP, it was a good one, nice pace too.

>>638122
Thanks for running!
Thursday evenings work fine for me, hopefully 4 hours will be enough to stave off Lillith withdrawal.