>>42335068
>>Better go split up Tarin and Hess up fast.

>>42335068
>Head off Artois and the others before they reach the medic tent.

>>42335068
>Head off Artois and the others before they reach the medic tent.
Let the ladies settle their business.

>>42335068
>Head off Artois and the others before they reach the medic tent.

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LAST TIME, ON VERTICAL TANK QUEST!

I mean, uh, havings shitty shitscribble.

It's only a matter of time before Roy dies from all his blood going to his dick when he sees METAL GEAR for the first time.

>>42335068
>>Head off Artois and the others before they reach the medic tent.

Tarin and Hess need time to bond. Let's go sort out the nobles first!

Oh, and it's VERTICAL TANKS TIME!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auu7pQWODaI

Merc, thanks for running one even though it's the Labor Day weekend and you had dinner plans last night. We appreciate it!

>>42335068
>Better go split up Tarin and Hess up fast.

I'm not a huge fan of Hess, but she doesn't deserve death by Tarin

>>42335068
>Head off Artois and the others before they reach the medic tent.

>>42335257
Hey, not too bad at all! If you can pick up a set of sketching pencils, you could really do some nice stuff without putting in much more effort at all. I imagine a good set would cost less than $7 bucks... screw it, let me get you an example link.

http://www.walmart.com/ip/Essentials-Artist-Set-Sketching/24419334

Something like that. The HB pencil is the "zero point", the B pencils have more graphite for darker lines and easier shading, and the H pencils have less graphite and more filler so they produce a lighter, finer line. You can use the 6B to throw in some shading in dark areas and really make the image pop, while using the H pencils to throw down "test lines" and experiment while knowing that they should erase pretty easily. Also, kneaded erasers beat the tar out of the cruddy one on the back-end of your pencil.

Source: Artfag for too many years. Upside: nude models. Downside: They were all old people.

>>42335068

>Head off Artois and the others before they reach the medic tent.

>>42335068
>Head off Artois and the others before they reach the medic tent.
>muffled catfight in the distance.gif

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>>42335068
You decide to head off Lord Artois to make sure he didn't see the commotion going on in the medic tent. Besides, as the commander, you were pretty much the "face" of the crew, anyways. You walk up in front of Artois and his retinue, and Artois stops in his tracks and gives you a respectful nod.

"You've done well, young man." Lord Artois smiles. "With this victory, the King's decision is all but assured. You have proven that Tilea possesses warriors worthy of our respect."

"So what do we do now?" You ask.

"Now? You celebrate." Artois chuckles. "The official award ceremony will not occur until the end of festivities, so you still have most of the day to yourself before you must be called upon."

"I don't have to dress up or anything, do I?" You frown.

"Of course not. The crowd often prefers winners wear their typical battle attire when accepting awards." Artois explains. "While it would be better if you wore a seat of armor like most knights do, your attire is sufficient."

"Wait... what?" You blink. "You guys wear PLATE ARMOR inside your VTs?"

"In battle, we do." Lord Artois nods. "After all, a knight is expected to continue to fight, even if his steed is slain."

You don't even want to know how they pull something like that off without being roasted alive. Maybe they just had squires do all the actual crewing.

"Anyways, where is Tarin?" Artois looks around. "Isn't she always by your side?"

Damn. You actually can't see the inside of the medic tent from here, so you're not sure if she had disengaged from Hess yet or not.

>She's a bit busy right now.
>You can see her in the medic tent.
>Other

>>42335068
>>Head off Artois and the others before they reach the medic tent.

>>42335902
>She's a bit busy right now.
"Taking care" of Hess

>>42335918
>She's a bit busy right now

>>42335902
>>You can see her in the medic tent.

>>42335902
>>You can see her in the medic tent.

>>42335902

>She's a bit busy right now.

>>42335902
>>You can see her in the medic tent.

>>42335902
>>She's a bit busy right now.

>>42335902
>She's a bit busy right now.

>>42335902
>>She's a bit busy right now.
Tarin's just sorting out a few minor post-battle details. She's the quiet, humble type. I wouldn't have won without her excellent skills!

>>42335257
Nice picture though the vacant stare of Roy frighten me

>>42336342
Yup, that's why I suggested the kneaded erasers. Daubing out some spots of light within the eye really brings the character out of "mind-blanked zombie" and into "caring human being".

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>>42335902
"Ah, my apologies, but she's a bit busy right now." You explain. "Perhaps you can see her later?"

"Ah, pity. I would've liked to congratulate the both of you." Artois sighs. "Well, I must make an audience with the King. I shall see you at the ceremony, then."

With that, Artois and his retinue march off, leaving just you and the rest of your platoon.

"Hey kid, great job with that match." Rock grins, holding an ice pack to the side of his head. "You really showed her!"

"And got some payback for us." Alex nods in agreement.

"Can't say that you didn't do a good job." Bannon grunts. "But it looked like you getting a bit too friendly with her at the end there. It's not necessarily me, but some people could see that as troublesome."

>I was just helping out a fellow tanker.
>She's not that bad. Really!
>Other

>>42336686
>>I was just helping out a fellow tanker.

>>42336686
>>I was just helping out a fellow tanker.

>>42336686

>I was just helping out a fellow tanker.
>But just because she's a Reiklander doesn't mean she's evil.

>>42336686
>>I was just helping out a fellow tanker.

>>42336686
>I was just helping out a fellow tanker.

We could always use the justification of getting better PR if we go down the pragmatic route.

>>42336686
>I was just helping out a fellow tanker.

>>42336686
>She's not that bad. Really!
>Other
>"Hess is the enemy, yes. All the Reikzies are the enemy. But if we prove that we are more worthy than they are, in front of all these onlookers, not only will we have the Bretons on our side, we'll make some of the Reikzies doubt their own righteousness."

Gotta show off in front of the Bretons. This isn't a trench line, the rules on "fraternization" aren't the same here. Everything's political, and showing that bit of kindness to the enemy won a lot of hearts and minds.

Also, if we can compromise her as an intelligence asset, that could turn the tide of something much bigger in the future. Gotta think long-term favors.

>>42336686
>>I was just helping out a fellow tanker.
>>Other
It also made us look good in front of every.

>>42336686
>I was just helping out a fellow tanker.

I swear that somewhere on the Tilean/Reik border, the cast of WW1/2 Nazi Zombies are having a field day.

>>42336686
"Just because we are our enemies does not make her any less of a human being'

>>42336686
>>I was just helping out a fellow tanker.
>>She's not that bad. Really!
A bit if both

>>42336686
>>I was just helping out a fellow tanker.
>>She's not that bad. Really!

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>>42336941
>Just because we are our enemies

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>>42336686
"I was just helping out a fellow tanker." You say innocently. "I mean, this is a contest, not a battle.People aren't supposed to die during those, right?"

"I suppose." Bannon grumbles. "Be that as it may, it's gonna look bad at home if people see you cozying up to a Reikland officer. Much less a girl officer."

"Oh, don't be silly, sir." Parker interjects with a smile. "I think trying to open up diplomatic relations with Reikland is a perfectly legitimate strategy! I mean, we ARE here on behalf of the diplomatic corps, after all!"

"Hmmm, I suppose." Bannon grumbles. "But if Sawyer starts giving me flak over it then we'll see."

"Well, we'll worry about it when the time comes!" Parker smiles.

"Oh, so you're all here." Tarin says simply as she just materializes behind you.

"Tarin!" You smile. "So, uh, were your 'conflicts' with Hess resolved?"

"She wanted to come personally thank you, but I insisted she stay in bed until she was fully examined." Tarin shrugs. "She resisted, so I had to be a little forceful. She won't be bothering us for the time being."

You could sense the kernel of truth in Tarin's words. You weren't sure if she was telling the whole truth, though.

"Hey! Roy!" Axel calls out as he comes running in. "We saw the fight! It was freaking AWESOME! Alfie damn near got a heart attack!"

"I-I did not!" Alfie protests as she tries to keep up with her brother.

"Well now, the gang is all here!" Rock laughs. "How about we go celebrate as a group? Or..."

His eyes then fall on you and Tarin.

"Well, you and Tarin didn't get a chance to see the fair, right? Maybe you two would like some alone time?"

You glance at Tarin, who just stares blankly at you and shrugs.

>Let's celebrate as a group.
>I want to see the fair with just Tarin.
>Other

>>42337424
>>I want to see the fair with just Tarin.
We owe her an she is best

>>42337424
>>I want to see the fair with just Tarin.
We earned some respite, dammit.

>>42337424
>I want to see the fair with just Tarin.

>>42337424
>I want to see the fair with just Tarin.

>>42337424
>>I want to see the fair with just Tarin.

>>42337424
>>I want to see the fair with just Tarin.

>>42337424
>>I want to see the fair with just Tarin.
Just us and best VT driver.

>>42337424
>I want to see the fair with just Tarin.

>>42337424
>I want to see the fair with just Tarin.
Tonight, we party.

>>42337424
>>Let's celebrate as a group.

>>42337424
>Let's celebrate as a group.

>>42337424
>>I want to see the fair with just Tarin.

>>42337424
>I want to see the fair with just Tarin.

We still need a lady's favour after all

>>42337424
>Let's celebrate as a grou

>>42337424
>>I want to see the fair with just Tarin.

>>42337635
And I don't mean elephant lady, I mean someone like Tarin or the King's daughter.

>>42337717
Roy would only be interested if the King's daughter has a proper VT.

And the VT would need room for a certain lewd driver too...

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>>42337424
"No offense, guys, but I think I'd like to just enjoy the fair with Tarin." You announce your intentions.

"Oho, so I was right." Rock chuckles. "Go for it kid. He's earned it, right sir?"

"I guess." Bannon nods and turns to you. "But be careful. Even though this is friendly territory, there's no telling what may happen. You just ruined the plans of a lot of powerful people, after all."

"I'll keep that in mind." You nod. "But I got Tarin to watch my back."

"Yeah, he's in good hands." Axel nods.

"Well, we'll just leave it to you, then!" Parker says happily as she gently shoves Bannon away. "You still have us on radio so let us know if you need anything!"

"Sure thing." You nod as you watch your platoon disperse to do their own things.

"So... what do you want to do?" Tarin asks.

>Let's get something to eat.
>How about we try some games?
>Maybe we can watch a demonstration or something.
>Other

>>42338117
>Let's get something to eat.

>>42338117
>>Let's get something to eat.
Then
>How about we try some games?

>>42338117
>Let's get something to eat.
then
>How about we try some games?

>>42338117
>Let's get something to eat.
then
>How about we try some games?

>>42338117
>>How about we try some games?

>>42338117
>>Let's get something to eat.
>How about we try some games?

>>42338117
>Let's get something to eat.

>>42338117

>Let's get something to eat.
>How about we try some games?

We will win her a teddy bear, and it will be so big that it won't fit inside Clementine.

We will ride her home tied to the roof.

>>42338117
>>Let's get something to eat.

After all that fighting, it's time to get some chow.

>>42338117
>Let's get something to eat.

>>42338117
>Let's get something to eat.
Then
>How about we try some games?

I hope they have funnel cake here.

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>>42338117
"Well, let's get something to eat first. I'm STARVING." You say.

"All right." Tarin nods, falling in behind you.

The two of you head over to the fair grounds, where it seemed that word of your win has already spread. Everywhere you go, you're greeted with cheers and blessings and congratulations from the people you pass by. Apparently they were all mightily impressed by your decisive strikes. Very few knights in the history of Breton's games could boast knocking out consecutive opponents like that. It's honestly a bit troublesome, having to wade your way through an adoring crowd. You'd take anonymity any day if this is how inconvenient fame was!

Finally, you and Tarin manage to catch some respite when you reach the main food court, where the patrons were all too busy drinking and eating to pay much attention to what was going on around them. As you look, you see lot of the typical fair foods. Sausages, pastries, all kinds of cooked meats. However, you see Tarin's attention drawn to one stall in particular.

"I'm guessing you want the giant turkey legs?" You ask.

Tarin nods rapidly.

The both of you head over the stall, where the people in the long, long, line gladly make way for you.

Maybe fame DID have some perks, after all.

"Ah! It's an honor to have the jousting champions come to my humble little stall!" The stall owner gasps and slides two MASSIVE turkey legs across the counter towards you. "Here! Here! Take these free of charge!

Okay, so fame DID have perks.

(cont)

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>>42339166
You and Tarin manage to find an unoccupied table, where you egin working you way through the turkey legs. Tarin of course is like a machine, meticulously chewing her way through the leg to scrape ever last bit of meat off the bone.

"You like it?" You ask.

Not even stopping her eating, Tarin's eyes meet yours and she gives a slight nod.

"Hey! Hey yooooouuuuu!"

You turn to see that the source of the voice was a half, possibly fully, drunken man, teetering dangerously over his chair, a large mug of beer in his hand as he points an accusing finger to you.

"You cheeeeaaaaaaaaated, didn't you?! You big FAKES!"

"Don't mind him." A passing barmaid whispers to you. "He lost a little too much coin to the gamblers and had a bit too much drink."

"Heeeeeey! I'm talking to you! Or are ye a COWAAARD!" The drunken man bellows.

>Go have a "word" with him.
>Just ignore him.
>Other

>>42339189
>>Just ignore him.
but be ready to defend yourself from a drunken swing.

>>42339189
>>Just ignore him.

>>42339223
This.

>>42339189
>Just ignore him.
And
>Other
Be prepared to defend Tarin and ourselves.

>>42339189
>Just ignore him.

>>42339189
>Just ignore him.

Let him talk.

>>42339189
>>Just ignore him.
Just be ready to block his inevitable drunken swing.

Then let Tarin kick the shit out of him.

>>42339189
>>Just ignore him.

>>42339189
>>42339223
This

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>>42339189
>>Just ignore him.
Let him fall over drunk and embarrass himself in front of everyone. We have delicious PROTEIN to devour.

>>42339189
>Just ignore him.

Keep an eye out for him or for someone else trying to pull something. We'd prefer to avoid trouble, and if he continues to be a loudmouth, I wouldn't be surprised if a local steps up and knocks him out because of his rudeness.

I think our actions will make the Reik R&D folks wonder how to protect joints without fucking over mobility.

>>42339189
>Just ignore him.

Let him make the stupid move.

>>42339348
And after they add armour for the knee, we will exploit the lack of ANKLE ARMOUR!

>>42339348
R&D departments have been trying to figure that one out since the beginning of humans wearing armor. Plate armor, for instance, dampens your mobility but was good at protecting against bladed attacks. On the other hand, leather armor usually provided good mobility with less joint protection. It's even worse when you're trying to armor servos, since those are bulky.

>inb4 ReikTek Ubersturmhamkamph Labs invent Myomer.

>>42339189
>Go have a "word" with him.
In a culture like Breton's, one insulting your honor is not taken lightly.

>>42339488
And yet a Bretonese barmaid said to ignore him.

>>42339488
he is drunk, starting a fight is dishonorable. ending one if he forgets himself, though...

>>42339467
If they're desperate, they could always use weighted chains.

>>42339488

Why should an esteemed man such as we give credence or attention to the ramblings of a drunkard?

There're bound to be dozens like him around the city. They aren't worth our time.

>>42339483
>Plate armor, for instance, dampens your mobility but was good at protecting against bladed attacks. On the other hand, leather armor usually provided good mobility with less joint protection.
You have literally no idea what you're talking about.

>>42339483
plat armor doesn't dampen your mobility AT ALL, it just tires you out faster

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>>42339189
You decide some prudence is the better course of action and you ignore the drunk man's ramblings and continue enjoying this big turkey leg of yours, savoring how the juicy meat and the crispy skin complemented each other so well.

However, your momentary bliss is interrupted when you feel a hand your shoulder and the stench of alcohol fills your alcohol.

"Oh, you think you're too good to listen to me, ya little brat? Ya ain't even a noble!" The man growls.

You already see Tarin's eyes narrow and her eyes flash as she immediately begins transitioning into attack mode.

Well, you were pretty sure you could handle a random drunk guy thanks to your military CQC training as well as a few self taught tricks. Honestly, it'd be a mercy to take him out yourself instead of letting Tarin do it. She might actually kill the guy.

Then again, it would be a pretty big show.

>Handle this guy yourself.
>Let Tarin handle him.
>Other

>>42340017
>>Handle this guy yourself.
just knock him on his ass.

>>42340017
ROY REMEMBER THE BASICS OF CQC

>>42340017
>Handle this guy yourself.

>>42340017
>>Handle this guy yourself.

W-eeeellll, it's the BIG SHOW!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLazJKggCd0

Besides, we can't let Tarin do it. She has to appear ladylike while nom-nomming her turkey leg. It's a man's job to sort out drunk fools!

>>42340017
>Let Tarin handle him.

>>42340017
>>Handle this guy yourself.


>and the stench of alcohol fills your alcohol.
So thats a thing

>>42340017
>Handle this guy yourself.
Remember, make is bloody as possible. Just to get the message home.

>>42340017
>Handle this guy yourself.

>>42340017
>>Handle this guy yourself.

>>42340017
>Handle this guy yourself.

>>42340017
>>Other
No i have some one who's prettier then you that im trying to spend time with.

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>>42340132
>>and the stench of alcohol fills your alcohol.

Wait, this drunken oaf's breathing in our refreshing frothy beverage?

>>42340017
>Handle this guy yourself.

>>42340268
I guess i also guess we need to glass a bitch

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>>42340136
Indeed. We never know if he's a Reikzi spy! Hold nothing back!

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>>42340017
Well, you couldn't have this guy raining down on your parade or anything. And you didn't really want Tarin getting involved either. Knowing her, she'd probably snap that clean turkey leg bone she was holding in half, turning it into a makeshift shiv, and stab the poor guy to death. You couldn't have that kind of inconvenience on your hands.

"Well, sir..." You turn around with a smile on your face.

>End it quick.
>End it with some flair.
>Other

>>42340328
>End it with some flair.

>>42340328
>>End it quick.
How bout i CQC

>>42340328
>End it with some flair.
Showboat.

>>42340328
>>End it quick.

>>42340328
>>End it quick.

>>42340328
>>End it quick.

>>42340328
>End it with some flair.

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>>42340328
>>End it quick.
Squash match time.

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>>42340328
>>End it quick.
We are not some noble. We are a professional soldier and we have standards. Be Polite. Be Efficient. Have a plan to CQC everybody you meet.

>>42340328
>>End it quick.

I find ending fights quickly and efficiently have a flair of their own.

>>42340328
>End it quick.

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>>42340328
You decide to end things quickly. First you grab the man by the collar...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>42340586

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>42340586
Nat 1 Baby

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>42340586
rolling

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>42340586

>>42340470
Besides, from the way Merc is talking up Tarin, we'd better take this guy out before she goes full Xena: Warrior Princess.

>Tarin calmly wipes her mouth and stands.
>Breaks her turkey legbone in half.
>Steps to the drunkard's blindside.
>Roy says "No, Tarin, wait-"
>toolate.png
>Drunkard throws a wild punch at her.
>shivshivshiv.webm
>Tarin stands calmly over the fallen foe, then reaches down, picks up Roy's turkey leg, and bites off a juicy hunk. Chews slowly.
>Tarin grabs Roy by the back of the head and lewdly kisses him, letting him taste the succulent meat in her mouth.
>Tarin calmly sits back down on her side of the table, leaving Roy to explain what happened to the approaching guardsmen.

>>42340600
Not as quick as we would like but gets the job done

>>42340683
she isn't a bird man.

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>>42340586
And with a sigh, you pull down, slamming the man's head into the table. The man grunts in pain and surprise as his arms flail around in an attempt to retaliate, so you just slam his head into the wooden table a couple more times until he finally stops moving.

Everybody around you is looking, curiously, but then almost all uniformly turn away as if nothing had happened. You guess that was the Breton deference to authority showing its hand here.

"Not bad." Tarin says as she finally sets the turkey bone down and wipes her hands off with a napkin. "Though if you were really trying, you would've knocked him down in one hit."

"Well, I didn't want to KILL the guy." You say defensively.

"Well, he was trying to pick a fight. His fault if he didn't consider the consequences." Tarin says as she stands up, dropping her napkin on the unconscious drunk. "Anyways, we should get going now. Where to next?"

>Games
>Demonstrations
>VT Exhibition
>Other

>>42341040
>>Games
lets get her a teddy bear.

>>42341040
>Games

>>42341040
>>Games

>>42341040
>VT Exhibition
time for robot legs

>>42341040
>>Games
We can put our admiration of Tarin's driving skills and desire to spend quality time with her ahead of the instinctive need to go to the
>VT Exhibition

Right?

>>42341040
>VT Exhibition
this is what Roy wants

>>42341040
>>Games
Let's get Tarin a huge Plushie

>>42341040
>>Games

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>>42341040
Okay, I'm going on a brief dinner break, so posting will resume again in about half an hour!

>>42341040
>Games

>>42341040
>Games

>>42341192
See you then, Merc!

>>42341040
>Games

>>42341040
>VT Exhibition
It would be totally in character for roy to immediately go for the VT Exhibition.

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>>42341192
All right, I'm back! Restarting posting!

>>42339166
>giant turkey legs?

are you archelon in disguise

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>>42341040
"Let's try out some games. How does that sound?" You grin.

"Sure." Tarin nods. "I wonder if they have anything like back in Tilea."

"Only one way to find out." You grin.

The two of you head out of the food court and to the section of the fair dedicated to the stalls that hosted the games. Your eyes scan all of the signs, trying to decide what would be best suited for the two of you.

>Archery
>Feats of Strength
>Whac-the-Peasant
>Other

>>42342158
>Whac-the-Peasant

>>42342158
>>Feats of Strength
Let's see if we can do this potentially rigged game

>>42342158
>>Feats of Strength

>>42342158
>Feats of Strength

>>42342158
>Whac-the-Peasant

>>42342158
>>Feats of Strength
Tilean Mountain Man Barbarian Strength, engage!

We just had some turkey leg protein, now let's go full /fit/ and ring the bell!

>>42342158
>>Whac-the-Peasant

>>42342158
>Whac-the-Peasant

>>42342158

>Feats of Strength

>>42342158
>Whac-the-Peasant

>>42342158
>Feats of Strength

>>42342158
>Feats of Strength

>>42342158
"Whac-the-Peasant"?
What is this?

>>42342425
Whack the peasant
Not that hard

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>>42342158
"How about a little test of strength?" You suggest, pointing to one of the stalls, which had one of those little pedals you hit with a hammer to propel a weight into the air. A mainstay of every carnival.

"So you can lose to me again?" Tarin raises an eyebrow.

"Now we all know that one contest was rigged in your favor." You frown. "And I was going easy on you, too."

"Whatever you say." Tarin shrugs. "So are you going to go first?"

"Of course!" You nod and walk up to the stall. where you see all sorts of prizes hung on the wall.

"Any of these can be yours if can show you have the strength to win!" The vendor hawks his game to you. "If you can propel the weight high enough to ring the bell, then can choose anything off this wall!"

Well then...

"Okay, you're on." You say as you dig for your wallet.

"Oh no, free of charge for the joust winner!" The vendor insists.

Yep. It's nice to have perks.

The vendor then hands you a hammer, which looked to be a repurposed battle mace. It was heavy in your hands, signifying it was the real thing.

"Well?" Tarin asks.

Jeez, why was she always like this when it came to a competition between the two of you?

>Roll 1d20

>>42342425

You know whac-a-mole?

Give it a feudal makeover.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>42342717
boom

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>42342717
Let's rock.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>42342717

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>42342717

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>42342717

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>42342717
here comes the hammer!

>>42342729
>>42342733
>>42342767
That'll do

>>42342729
>>42342733
>>42342767
Looks like we got this one.

>>42342883
Now, we just have to hope that Merc doesn't roll a nat 20 for Tarin's swing.

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>>42342717
You raise the hammer over you head, briefly losing your balance as you try to compensate for the massive weight over your head. However, you find your footing, and you pause in order to make sure you had the proper stance before swinging the hammer over you head and slamming it down on the pedal.

The pendulum then shoots up from the resulting force, going higher and higher. However, the higher it went, the more it seemed to slow down, but it manages to make it all the way to top, striking the bell with a loud DING.

"Congratulations! Like a true champion!" The vendor claps. A few passerbyes also give a little cheer for you. "Now, as promised, you may choose any prize you see here!"

You look at the wall of prizes. So many choices... though your gaze is drawn to a number of massive plush animals.

"All these fine toys are based off of the royal animals of Breton!" The vendor boasts. "It is good luck to have one by your side!"

Really now...

>Horse
>Wolf
>Lion
>Stag
>Other

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>>42342663
>>42342723

>captcha says phalanx mills herne
I don't even know what is what right now

>>42343161
>>Lion

>>42343161
>Wolf

>>42343161
>>Stag


I hope we have enough time to see the VT exhibit, and I'm kind of waiting for Hess to revive herself.

>>42343161
>Wolf
Duh.

>>42343161
>Wolf

>>42343161
>>Lion

>>42343161
>Wolf

>>42343161
>Wolf

>>42343161
>>Wolf
I think it fits tarin's personality the best

>>42343273
Does everything revolve around Tarin?

>>42343273

So you think she's a bitch?

>>42343283
When you on a date with that person yes

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>>42343161
>>Other
Bear. We need a huge, lovable stuffed bear for Tarin. Also, because bears are usually peaceful unless you provoke them or threaten their cubs. Just like Tilea.

>Fronk @Warhound89 6h6 hours ago

>Tell merc hess the best, btw.

>hess shut down
>tarin date

doh hohohohohohohohohohoho

>>42343283

The general understanding is that we're giving her the toy. Because we're at a carnival together and she's a girl.

Herp.

>>42343161
>>Wolf

>>42343328

Motherfucker

I work at Costco and had to stock those things

People aren't allowed to get them without one of us helping them carry it out

>>42343408
Must get unbearable pretty quick

>>42343408
How often do people get one?

I can't exactly imagine them flying off the shelves.

>>42343455

They weigh a lot more than you'd think and they're ungainly as fuck

It was a bitch

>>42343471

Usually two or three a day

I just happen to be the guy who works in that department

>>42343161
>Wolf

>>42343585
Wow a slow thread today?

>>42343585
I would imagine that someone would need to get either a van or a pickup just so that they can carry it home.

>>42343585

fluffy?

>>42343634
It's a labor day weekend, so yea, I'm sure many anons are off line tonight.

>>42343634
Gotta rest our hands for the burgers and applause tomorrow

>>42343161
>Wolf

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>>42343161
You point to the wolf plushy. Back home, wolves were treated with healthy amounts of respect, and were considered the kings of the forest. Something you felt was absolutely fitting for a girl like Tarin.

"Ooooh, good choice. The symbol of the Northern houses!" The vendor smiles. "You look to have the blood of the Northerners in you, as well!"

You're not sure if he was just doing his usual shill job or if his eye was really that good. You just take the wolf plushie from him and give it to Tarin.

"Oh, thank you." Tarin says, holding the plushie out to get a better look at it. "It looks nice."

"I does." You nod, noting how Tarin was very busy keeping herself from smiling.

"Anyways, it's my turn now." Tarin hands the Wolf plushie back to you for safekeeping as she rolls up her sleeves.

"What, now?" You blink.

"Well, it's not a contest if only one of us goes, right?" Tarin looks back at you.

>All right, go for it.
>Come on, there' still plenty of other things to do.
>Other

>>42343648
Only Yanks.

The rest of the world doesn't give a shit.

>>42343678
>All right, go for it.

>>42343678
>>All right, go for it.
Tarin stronk

>>42343678
>All right, go for it.

>>42343678
>>Come on, there' still plenty of other things to do.
You can one up us later.

>>42343678
>All right, go for it.

>>42343678
>All right, go for it.

>>42343678

>All right, go for it.

>Bet her that she can't do better. One absolute command from the loser.

>>42343678
>All right, go for it.

>>42343678
>All right, go for it.

>>42343678
>>All right, go for it.

>>42343678
>>All right, go for it.

>>42343678

>All right, go for it.

>Wager her?

>>42343727
Nigga, this is TARIN we're talking about. She'll probably smash the bell so hard it breaks off of the wooden board.

Then again, we're playing to lose, aren't we?

>>42343869
>she nat 1s

Hm.

>>42343882
She hits the launch board and it snaps in half

>>42343929
>the stall owner: "Oh, well, you technically couldn't move the weight at all, so, you get nothing, good day, madam."

>>42343678
>>All right, go for it.
Oh no, here comes the nat20... and that smiling cat...

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>>42343678
...

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>>42344014
LEWD!

>>42344014

Oh, Tarin, honey...

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>>42344014

>>42344014
Im perfactly fine with roy wakeing up like that if hes ever in the hospitol

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>>42344014
HAH!

WE DID IT!

WE WON!

Fuck ya, Tarin!

>inb4 she did it anyway

>mfw

>>42344097
I know where thats from good taste in quest anon

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>>42344014
More

>>42344125
>Fuck ya, Tarin!
yes that was the point of Merc's picture.

>>42344139
Thanks bro, you too.

>>42344152
What? No!

Obviously she was having a medical examination, why else would she be in a hospital?

Bah, savages.

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>>42344014
Tarin bends down to pick up the hammer, testing its weight and balance as she does so. Satisfied that she had a good idea of how it would perform, she raises it over her head and slams it down on the pedal. The pendulum is propelled upwards and hits the bell with a DING.

"Ah, another winner!" The vendor says happily. "Go on, pick a prize!"

Tarin walks up to the counter and her eyes flit about for a second before she points to one particular plushie.

"That one."

The vendor obediently takes the indicated plushie, which was a large horse, with a stupid smile on its face and little nubs for legs. It was horrendously, stupidly cute.

"Are you sure about this one?" The vendor asks. "This one is normally meant for the younger ones, you see. I don't think it would do for a fine lady like you-"

"No, no, this is fine." Tarin assures him. "Thank you."

The vendor gives the both of you an obedient nod before backing away to tend to other customers. Tarin walks up to you and hands you the horse plushie.

"Here. For you." She says. "We'll call it a tie, so even trade."

You just stare at the horse, and it stares back with its derpy eyes and sloppy smile.

>Thanks
>Really...?
>Other

>>42344223
>>Thanks

>>42344223
>Thanks

>>42344223
>>Really...?

>I see a resemblance.

>>42344223
>>Thanks

>>42344223

>thanks
>so you're the predator and I'm the prey?

>>42344223
>Thanks
>Other
give her a hug

>>42344223
>Thanks
>Is this a hint or

>>42344223
>Thanks

So what are the chances of Hess wakking up from whatever Tarin did to her?

>>42344223
>>Thanks
>>Other
Try an make the same face

>>42344223
>>Really...?
*sigh*
>Thanks Tarin

>>42344299
I'd give it about a potatoe out of Yorkshire, Cotton.

>>42344223
>>42344312
This.

>>42344330
So pretty good then.

I'm waiting for the divebomb Merc, I'm ready.

>>42344375
Silly anon, poatot come from eart, not terrier-dog!

Is of terribad chance!

>>42344223
>>Really...?
Tarin, you're insufferable...
But.
>Thanks
Baby, you're the greatest.
https://youtu.be/47PwcEQm6pg?t=1m5s

>>42344223
>>Thanks

CHEEK KISS

>Lord Artois

Is his wife named Stella?

>>42344223
>Thanks

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>>42344273
No, it is a secret approval of lewdness. Remember, in the wild, male horses have harems of females. We should kiss her on the cheek, as >>42344575 suggests, to show that we understand her intent.

>>42344223
>>Other

"Are you saying I should be riding you?"

>>42344688

Oooooooh that makes sense.

So what were those dice roll meaning?

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>>42344223
Man, despite what you thought about Tarin's "present", you just couldn't be mad against her. The horse was still pretty endearing, after all.

"Thanks, Tarin." You smile as you take the derpy horse and hand the wolf back to her.

"So, what do we do next?" Tarin asks.

>More games!
>Let's see a demonstration.
>To the VT exhibition!
>Other

>>42344771
>>To the VT exhibition!

>>42344761
You didn't know?

Tarin has a +10 modifier to competency and strength checks.

>>42344771
>To the VT exhibition!

>>42344771
>To the VT exhibition!

>>42344771
>To the VT exhibition!
Roy can't hold back for long.

>>42344771
>>To the VT exhibition!

>>42344771
>>To the VT exhibition!
Let's see if they have previous generation VTs.

>>42344771
>>To the VT exhibition!

Better start pre-rolling those dice to suppress the VT-erection!

>>42344771
>>To the VT exhibition!

>>42344771
>To the VT exhibition!

>>42344771
>VT Exhibitionism

>>42344771
>>To the VT exhibition!

>>42344771
>To the VT exhibition!

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>42344814
You know what?
Fuck it, I'll roll

>>42344771
>To the VT exhibition!
Romantic fireworks viewing later?

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>42344814
Rolling.

>>42344771
>To the VT exhibition!

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>42344814

>>42344980
>>42345025
>>42345077
We're keeping our erection in check i see.

>>42345122
Hiding it with strategic horse-placement, I suppose.

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>>42344771
"How about the VT exhibition?" You suggest. "I hear that VT builders from all over the world come here to show off their latest and greatest works!"

"Probably because the Bretons are dumb enough to buy them." Tarin shakes her head.

"Well, considering the Bretons are into mass production units, I think that suits them just fine." You laugh. "Besides, it'll give us a preview on what we can expect to see in the future, yeah?"

"I guess." Tarin nods, hugging her wolf close. "Let's go then."

The two of you head over to the far end of the fairgrounds, where there's an open field wet aside where all sorts of VTs of every shape and size were stored. Large ones, small ones, standard bipedals, and even multipeds. You also noticed a good deal more royalty milling about in this section, no doubt knights and lords looking for prospective new steeds.

"Ah, Roy, I thought I'd see you come by here!" Parker smiles as she approaches. "Couldn't stay away from all the shiny new VTs, eh?"

"Well, you know me." You smile. "What are you doing here, anyways?"

"Intelligence, of course!" Parker holds up a camera and notepad. "It's always helpful to keep up on current VTs to determine future threats, after all!"

"Ah, I get it." You nod.

"Anyways, Reikland has a few units on display here. I was going to go get a good look at them before they pack up."

"Pack up?" You blink. "They're leaving?"

"Well, their mission's failed. No sense in staying, right?" Parker shrugs. "So how about it? Wanna come along?"

>Sure
>I think we'll browse on our own.
>Other

>>42345227
>>Sure
Always nice to see the competition.

>>42345227
>>Sure

>>42345227
>>Sure

>>42345227
>Sure

>>42345227
>>Sure

>>42345227

>Sure

Gregor's gonna be there, no doubt.

We should see if we can't find a familiar face in the crowd of nobles, invite him along too, make damn sure Greggy can't start shit.

>>42345227
>>Sure

>>42345227
>Sure

>>42345227
>Sure

>>42345227
>I think we'll browse on our own.

>>42345227
>Sure

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>>42345227
>>Sure

Parker has some spycraft in her. Keeping her around means a lower chance of Gregor McJaws showing up to shove us in a bag and harvest our brains for their brain-VTs.

Or possibly a higher chance...

>>42345227
>Sure

>>42345227
>Sure

>>42345227
>>Sure

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>>42345227
"Sure, why not." You shrug. "It'll give us a better idea of what the Reiks are gonna throw at us."

"Exactly!" Parker nods. "I was going to ask Bannon to escort me there, but he didn't really seem to be in the mood, so you two are real lifesavers!"

"That dangerous?" Tarin asks.

"Well, even though this is neutral ground, it's still the Reiklanders we're talking about, and they're our number one enemy at the moment." Parker points out. "It would be nice to have people watching my back, you know?

"Understandable." Tarin nods.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" You ask. "Let's go!"

Your now group of three head over to where the Reiklanders have set up shop. There, you see more examples of the new Panther VT that Gregor and Hess were using, sleek and black like before. However, you gloss over these machines, since you already had a rough idea of how they worked.

Instead, your attention was drawn to...

>A medium size, four legged VT.
>Diagrams of a large, superheavy VT.
>A new gun on display.
>Other

>>42345544
>>Diagrams of a large, superheavy VT.

BIG.

GAME.

HUNTEEEEEEEEER.

>>42345544
>>A medium size, four legged VT.
some kind of arty piece?

>>42345544
>>A medium size, four legged VT.

More legs = more stuff it can carry.
Maybe even a 3-4 man crew

>>42345544
>>Diagrams of a large, superheavy VT.

>>42345544
>>A new gun on display.

>>42345544
>Diagrams of a large, superheavy VT.

>>42345544
>Diagrams of a large, superheavy VT.

>>42345544
>>A medium size, four legged VT.


Super Heavy is a piece of shit design.

>>42345544
>>Diagrams of a large, superheavy VT.

>>42345544
>Diagrams of a large, superheavy VT.
>A new gun on display.
>A medium size, four legged VT.
In this order!

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>Spirit-Class Superheavy VT.

>>42345664
It also launches ground attack planes.

>>42345544
>>A new gun on display.
This thing is gonna shoot at us better take a look i guess. But give a glance to the other two.

>>42345544
>A new gun on display.

A new long-range anti-tank cannon for Clementine, mayhap?

>>42345664

>Spirit of the Reikland

>>42345544
>>Diagrams of a large, superheavy VT.

>>42345544
>>A weapon to surpass metal gear...

couldn't help it, please disregard.

>>42345544
>A medium size, four legged VT.

Given Reiklands tendency for superweapons the four legged one will be an AT-TE and the superheavy a Titan