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Influence points, a voting system we'l be testing out!
http://pastebin.com/E6anfvag

Write-ins are permanent now!

For lore details:
http://manga.clone-army.org/wiki.php?entry=index

And for all your very specific himehorn related questions:
http://ask.fm/himehorn

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The feeling from your nape to halfway through your leg is a hard but comfortable one, unlike the one going under your right shoulder. There is not one thing somebody could not get used to, and when it comes to you piercing pain is something you’ve dealt with all your life. Your main concern are then the big drops of sweat over your face, a straight clue to your lack of sleep.
And not even that bothers you that much; after all you had a whole lot to think about. Still do. Footsteps echo faintly nearby. Your body hard and your mind tired, you can’t blame your old bones for being unable to lift you now.

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After all, you are covered in haremhorns.

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Your eyes slowly drift from the fancy black roof into the eyes of the broken horn Leader. You blink; she mirrors. And your mind briefly drifts towards the mighty feast last night, your way to make the himehorns make peace with each other. Wary at first, it seems getting drunk has a tendency to help with these kind of issues.

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It isn’t long before you find yourself being pushed upwards by the struggling, gasping Leader as your haremhorns whisper to each other and, as it seems, giggle slightly. You briefly wonder what she could have to say as the upwards struggle end and you are pushed through a door. The many details and colors across the aisle draw your attention, then your brief tour towards nohorn culture is cut short as another black door draws you into another room, the barely sweet and musky scent barely covering the one of the broken horn Leader as she closes the door shut.

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Words echo behind you...

"I hope you realize you toyed with their hopes out of guilt.”

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After she let's herself fall in the shining black chair in front of you, you find yourself staring a bit downward at the broken horn Leader. She turns the chair towards the table, and her cold stare fixes itself on your eyes.

“And you can trust that I did my fair share of delving in what meaning could this have… and failed, with no choice but to believe you almost ruined our little show on a whim.”

You close your eyes and smile. “So, you did not”.

She frowns her eyes barely. “I am not one for childish stories. And I do hope, with-“

“I do not. I am not.”

She “hmms” at this calmly; in it, you notice a faint contrast with her serious demeanor, and wonder why you pay attention to this kind of details.

“There is little doubt they would have realized about your defect... rather sooner than later.” she says, then barely tilts her head to the side. “I can support you on that endeavor. But the whole musclehorn scenario, I fail to make sense out of it.”

Her wicked smile returns and you grip the handles of your wheelchair faintly.

“I take you could?”
> ”I’d rather have you explain, why would I answer to you?”
> “I’m earning their trust with the truth.”
> “It was a mistake. I apologize.”

>>187476
> “I’m earning their trust with the truth.”

>>187476
> “I’m earning their trust with the truth.”

Let's earn her trust with the truth, too.

>>187490
I forgot to put my name... we are going to apply the point system, right?

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>>187500
Yep! Go with a name and a tripcode!

Let's see if it lets me use my name now...

It seems that there are not many anonhorns around at the moment...

>>187476
“I’m earning their trust with the truth.”

Its the only way.

>>187561
I'll be in and out for a while. Internet is spotty.

>>187561
It does seem so! Can I ask anonhorns to test the tripcodes in the meantime? Maybe only the OP can have those?

>>187600
Testing tripcode

I have no idea how to use that...

>>187633
username#password in the name field.

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>>187593
>>187490
>>187498


“And gambling their hope on the way”, she says, her eyes frowning over her wicked smile. “Your little lie did gave them a reason to go on, to struggle with all these unknowns and loses… but I do feel we can agree at this point-“

“I can be quite clever when I’m not sleeping.”

“You did not even drink for your own celebration. And even so” her hand under her sleeve slightly bouncing up and down on the table, “...and even if that was the truth for some reason I fail to see” her hand stops and she stares you from below as she lowers her gaze, her wicked smile remaining and barely hidden “you are still a defective that killed a musclehorn, not even out of spite… but of sheer idiocy.”

“Are you done?” you answer, attempting a mildly bored stare.

“You do not seem fit to lead us somewhere too far from disaster.”

“You are done. I’d think.”

"And you cannot even walk. I wonder how did you even get here."

Your eyes widen slightly and you can't help but clench your fist.

"Leaderhorn" her smile widens "our truth is not pleasant. You are the very image of what our herd is going through in this very moment. They can't swallow this now; should we lie and be figured it out, perhaps because of one of our drunk hornmothers, they will forgive us."

She leans closer. She's not smiling anymore.

"I ask one thing of you only." She pauses; then says it slowly. "Apologize to me."

>Bow your head and big horns "I...I apologize."
>"Why would I?"
>"No."

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Help...
What happened? I didn't do anything @_@

>>187644
>>"Why would I?"

>>187644
>"No."

A leader doesn't apologize to a hornmother. She needs to GO HOME.

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>>187654

>>187654
Better stop posting pictures of smallhorns.

>>187644

>"Why would I?"

>>187600
Testing

>>187679
Not funny :T

>>187644
I am kind of lost... we are talking to the other leader that had the broken horn, right?... but I want to know why she want us to apologize.
If there is nothing clear, I go with this:
>"Why would I?"
IF I am clearly missing something from before, I go with this:
>Bow your head and big horns "I...I apologize."
We did say we would do anything to earn their trust after all. (right?... my memory is blurry, sorry)

>>187654
... but seriously, can anyone give me a hand with this? I have no idea what the hell happened... or why.
I have never posted before The Old Leader Quest, so something is clearly wrong or I fucked up somehow.

>>187727
No idea. Just try a different password.

>>187736
Oh, so I am the one that have to put the password? I thought I have to put it just like that... let me try again.

>>187656
>>187708
>>187710


"It seems I failed to be clear to you" the broken horn Leader takes her horns back, the sound of her voice suddenly very calm. "They did not need to know about the incident with the musclehorn; even that haremhorn agreed to secrecy. We cannot affort to take their hopes lightly after all they have suffered, after all we have suffered."

"I still see no reason to answer to you. To them, I am the Leaderhorn; and you are just another hornmother. Not a Leader. Not any longer."

"I am fully aware; I do not intend to be the Leader now. That would be you. The Leaderhorn; our might savior, our miracle," she says this slowly and focused "our tale. Why would I listen to you? That's what you just said. And that is because you really, really want me as a friend.”

You are taken aback not by the simplicity of the threat, but by how she could say it while maintaining a neutral gaze.

"I do not intend to let you lead us astray. Leaderhorn."

>"I apologize."
>"I still fail to see a reason to apologize."

>>187751
>"I still fail to see a reason to apologize."

The truth is the only thing we have. I will not hide my mistakes. I will lead. I will be cast out for my failures or beloved for my successes. I will not hide the truth from the herd and I will not apologize for that.

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>>187751
>>"I still fail to see a reason to apologize."

I fail at updating :/

>>187751
>"I still fail to see a reason to apologize."
>>187769
I like it, but I would add:

I am here for them, and the witch trusted that I was the best for them for a reason, and I make the my decissions with them in mind. So I have no reason to apologize for something I did thinking that it was the best for them... BUT, I have to thank you, for I understand your concern and I am glad to see that you are also doing all this because you care for them as much as I do. Not only for the remaining himehorns of your herd, or for the other herds, but for OUR herd.

>>187829
Yes. Add this.

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>>187769
>>187804
>>187829

"The truth is the only thing we have. I will not hide my mistakes. I will lead. I will be cast out for my failures or beloved for my successes. I will not hide the truth from the herd and I will not apologize for that."

"Then you ARE the Leaderhorn, I take."

You... your words get stuck in your throat. She maintains her neutral gaze towards you. Her very serious behavior is starting to get in your nerves, You clear your throat, carefully; there are drunk and sleeping hornmothers out there, and as much as you love them you don't want them awake right now.

"I am here for them" you say, closing your eyes a bit as you look at her, "and the witch trusted that I was the best for them for a reason, and I make my choices with them in mind. So I have no reason to apologize for something I did thinking that it was the best for them... BUT, I have to thank you, for I understand your concern and I am glad to see that you are also doing all this because you care for them as much as I do. Not only for the remaining himehorns of your herd, or for the other herds, but for OUR herd."

"There are no remaining himehorns from my herd."

You stare dumbfolded... and her neutral gaze remains. All the anger you could have holded on to against this annoying Leader vanished with her last words, leaving a cold, empty room in your head.

She just looks at you dead in the eyes.

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>tic toc tic toc

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>>tic toc tic toc tic toc

“I can go out there, open my mouth, and make both our life’s a living nightmare. And you would have sank this herd out of pride.” She leans her face a bit closer, without breaking her stare. “Is that what you want?”

>”…no.”
>”Do it.”

>>187849
hug

nuts. gotta go for a bit.

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>>187875
Have fun! =w=

>>187870
Yes. This hornmother needs a headpat from her leader. And some haremhorns to pamper her.

>>187870

it's simplicity is in fact the greatest draw to it. Supporting but also.
>"no."

>>187869
>”Do it.”
If that is what you deem the best for the herd, go ahead. I won't stop you.
We may come from different herds, our way of thinking and methods may be different…
*leans towards her and hugs her*
…but now we have the same goals and the same herd, so I will not think bad of you whatever you choose…
*lets her go*
I made my decision the moment spoke to them. Now is your turn to make yours.
I will stick to my word till the end, and I will make it true. Even if it costs me my life to do so.

>>187870
>>187978
>>187988
It's a tie... with a hug? It's a tie with a hug.

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>>188007
"I would prefer if you didn't, but if you feel you must... do it."
then hugs.

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>>188027
>>187988

You grip the left handle of the wheelchair and push; it does little good. The broken horn Leader stares at you without as much as flinching, her eyes dimly going up and down as you struggle your way into standing... it would seem you are not doing so well. You take your time to sigh looking down, your big horns making your neck struggle as they push your head towards the table... then you close one eye and motion the broken horn Leader to come towards you with the only hand you got. She rises slowly and walks to your side... to your right side. You sigh... and turn your body to your right not without effort, in order to embrace her tiny body with the only arm you have left.

The wheelchair gives in making a mess of sounds as you fall right over the broken horn Leader, but she takes it in stride and keeps on standing as your horns rest on both of her shoulder. You sloowly get on both knees until you finally lift your eyes towards her, this time she looking down at you, kneeling on the floor as you take your head (and horns) back in order to meet her eyes.

"I... I just wanted to hug you."

"I see."

"If you want to do it..."

She shrugs; then looks intently towards the table; "This will do." before she gets under your only arm and helps you to your wheelchair.

And the tense silence suddenly turns awkward.

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“Well...It seems we could be off to a good start, after all.” she says.

"I... I see."

The silence resumes, and you realize just how much you would like to hear her laughing. It doesn't last long; you watch her open the desk drawer and fumble with her hands in it, perhaps first trying to take them out of her sleeves. She produces a rolled big white paper and rolls it open on her side, then a pen. You stare at her quizzically with your mouth slightly open as she starts writing on it, until her eyes meet yours again.

“I take you like stories, Leaderhorn?”

"I really do, I used to tell stories to the-"

You close your mouth as she stares at you, her gaze still neutral. "So… you want to write a story?" you say, suddenly looking at the table "What for? What-”

“Yours.”

“…Oh.”

She nods. Her eyes then drift to the roof as she “hmms”, and you look at her broken horn and wonder what kind of story would hers be.

“How about this, you fought your way out of the caves out of the caves and lost your arm pushing a hornmother out of the way, then strangled the templar that killed her!”

“That... seems far-fetched enough.” You still feel a bit shy. It's not a painful feeling; you are actually a bit proud that you can afford to be shy, after all that happened in the last two... now three? days.

“I don’t see how would they prove otherwise.”

“It has to make sense if we are to lie, the less sound it sounds the easier they will doubt.”

“But it has to be great as well. Think of it, you are on a wheelchair with a single arm, it’s not like they’ll ask for proof.”

“Do you enjoy cooking?”

She shrugs. “Do I look like a haremhorn?”

Well, it is odd. Hornmothers love being pampered and simply fool around, but you were far too bored already.

“Let’s just say we have to add the right mix with the right proportions.”

She scratches her nose quickly. “Show me. Let's start with your past.”

>”Truth is good enough. I was a Leader before I laid my fist egg; I had to secretly sabotage the current Leader because her wishful thinking got the herd too happy to see straight. Then I made a prediction and fulfilled it on my own, and then another until the Leader got angry at me and took me away from the herd. Luckily almost half the herd followed me when the Southern Witch Apostle came to take me away.”
>"I grew very fast and the haremhorns took me for a musclehorn, but quickly noticed I wasn't following their orders. They took me out of the cave where I single-handedly killed a vampire, so I brought back her corpse and threw it at them; the Leader kneeled towards me and was Leader no more. The Southern Witch Apostle spoke to me and gave me a mission; to prepare for the templar invasion."
>Any ideas anonhorn?

>”Truth is good enough. I was a Leader before I laid my fist egg; I had to secretly sabotage the current Leader because her wishful thinking got the herd too happy to see straight. Then I made a prediction and fulfilled it on my own, and then another until the Leader got angry at me and took me away from the herd. Luckily almost half the herd followed me when the Southern Witch Apostle came to take me away.”

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>>188114
>>”Truth is good enough. I was a Leader before I laid my fist egg; I had to secretly sabotage the current Leader because her wishful thinking got the herd too happy to see straight. Then I made a prediction and fulfilled it on my own, and then another until the Leader got angry at me and took me away from the herd. Luckily almost half the herd followed me when the Southern Witch Apostle came to take me away.”

Are we deciding what Leader's actual past was or is this purely for making the story.

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>>188146
Is she the Leaderhorn?

"I grew very fast and the haremhorns took me for a musclehorn, but quickly noticed I wasn't following their orders. They took me out of the cave where I single-handedly killed a vampire, so I brought back her corpse and threw it at them; the Leader kneeled towards me and was Leader no more. The Southern Witch Apostle spoke to me and gave me a mission; to prepare for the templar invasion."

>>188153
The leaderest

>>188139
>>188146

"You have quite the story then, I can't say I actually believe it yet but at least I think it will work" she says as she scribbles on the paper. She does it so fast you wonder how long would her Herd Records would have been.

"I do wonder what happened with that herd afterwards" she says, still writing.

"Another accurate prediction" you try not to seem sad; she's not staring at you, at least.

"I see. What about your defect?"

>”I had it ever since I was a smallhorn. It wasn’t as hard back then, I just saw things nobody else saw and did silly things like try to climb on a tiny hill that was not there. I realized what haremhorns do with defectives before it got worst, so my only choice was to fool them or die. It was not easy, and as it got worst I had to make up a lot of excuses, and one time I even had to get a haremhorn exiled because she was onto me… I’d like to think I’m quite good at stories, but this is what actually happened.”
>"I wasn't born a defective, but I got wounded badly saving the life of one of our nursery haremhorns; then the dreamings started. I still managed to become the Leader, but it just kept getting worst and worst... I had no choice but to abdicate."
>???

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>>188245
"One of the smallhorns wandered off one time and got lost in the deeper caves. I managed to find the little one nearing a large drop off.
I wasn't fast enough to grab them before they fell but was able to cushion the fall.
The fall hurt my head and that's when the dreams started happening.
They've gotten worse over time and I abdicated."

hello, i'm new here so where should I begin?

>>188368
You should check the second post! =w=
>>187427

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>>188368
Be prepared for sad things anonhorn. Very sad things.

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Thanks for running Harem. Gotta go to bed now though. It's been fun!

>>188417
Good night, I'm glad you are still here! Ten days is too long for a hiatus. ;w:

I'l leave this one open and finish it tomorrow!

>>188426
Thanks for running, Haremhorn. Hopefully see you tomorrow evening

>>188245
>>"I wasn't born a defective, but I got wounded badly saving the life of one of our nursery haremhorns; then the dreamings started. I still managed to become the Leader, but it just kept getting worst and worst... I had no choice but to abdicate."

>>188376
Okay

Damn, I missed the session huh.

>>188245
I'm gonna support >>188295 for the wording!

>>188295
>>189053

"That would have been some very... very good timing" she says, as she stops writing and looks at you. " And I take the little thing was rather curious. Too curious. But to avoid being smelled by both the haremhorns and the musclehorns near the entrance, it takes much more than being sneaky. Not to mention you falling ri-"

"I-I think I got the point already!" you recall kneeling in front of her not too long ago.

"Oh I see. How about this, nohorn raiders attempted to steal smallhorns from your cave and you got badly wounded in order to save them, we can work on the details at our leisure."

The last time that happened all it took was a very angry haremhorn almost half the size of the cakeist.

"How would they have gone past the musclehorns?" you retort.

"Perhaps they found about one of the secret escape tunnels. We used to have some of those, I take it was common practice."

"Hmm..." you are dissapointed in your "hmm"; too strong, not soft enough.

>”I had it ever since I was a smallhorn. It wasn’t as hard back then, I just saw things nobody else saw and did silly things like try to climb on a tiny hill that was not there. I realized what haremhorns do with defectives before it got worst, so my only choice was to fool them or die. It was not easy, and as it got worst I had to make up a lot of excuses, and one time I even had to get a haremhorn exiled because she was onto me… I’d like to think I’m quite good at stories, but this is what actually happened.”
>"I wasn't born a defective, but I got wounded badly saving the life of one of our nursery haremhorns; then the dreamings started. I still managed to become the Leader, but it just kept getting worst and worst... I had no choice but to abdicate."
>"I got badly wounded saving smallhorns from nohorn raiders they came from one of the secret escape tunnels. (into the nursery?) (how did I found them out?) (how did I manage to stop them?) (is this great enough?)"

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>>189245
>>"I wasn't born a defective, but I got wounded badly saving the life of one of our nursery haremhorns; then the dreamings started. I still managed to become the Leader, but it just kept getting worst and worst... I had no choice but to abdicate."

Methinks she would make a good writer if we ever became fully integrated. Working for a newspaper network.

>>189245
>>"I wasn't born a defective, but I got wounded badly saving the life of one of our nursery haremhorns; then the dreamings started. I still managed to become the Leader, but it just kept getting worst and worst... I had no choice but to abdicate."

>>189552
>>189587

"So, raiders?" she asks.

You nod, then stare at the paper, waiting for either smoke or fire to rise from under the pen.

"I take we are done here?" you ask.

"Almost. You can just make up the rest on your own, just make sure it sounds fancy, and heroic."

You sigh... it will be a lot to remember, but you do see her point, at least now. The Leaderhorn can't be just a hornmother; it has to be a road to happy herds, happy horns and happy eggs. It's meant to at least make them try to fit in this domain, and not give up out of spite or sadness. You notice the broken horn Leader staring at you again, her gaze neutral as usual.

"One last thing. How did you make it here?"

>“I… I was not the Leader. The Leader died. She got badly wounded when I day-dreamed in a tunnel and got ambushed by templar’s. I tried to save her; she was so brave, and her blood seemed endless… she stabbed herself in the neck with one of her horns because I couldn’t bring myself to leave her there.”
>"I was warned by the Southern Witch Apostle about the upcoming invasion. I gathered the herds closest to the surface in order to take them to Enna's domain to assemble my forces here; and if the worst was to come, to ensure the future of the himehorns as a race. We struggled against the templars and won some time for the rest of the herds to escape, but I lost much in the battle."
>???!

>>190063
>>"I was warned by the Southern Witch Apostle about the upcoming invasion. I gathered the herds closest to the surface in order to take them to Enna's domain to assemble my forces here; and if the worst was to come, to ensure the future of the himehorns as a race. We struggled against the templars and won some time for the rest of the herds to escape, but I lost much in the battle."

Makes her sound more heroic than what actually happened, which was too tragic and in part her fault

>>190063
>"I was warned by the Southern Witch Apostle about the upcoming invasion. I gathered the herds closest to the surface in order to take them to Enna's domain to assemble my forces here; and if the worst was to come, to ensure the future of the himehorns as a race. We struggled against the templars and won some time for the rest of the herds to escape, but I lost much in the battle."

>>190063
>???!

"I understand that you want to give them hope, but I do not want to deceive the new herd at every step. My failures are my failures, my very own sins that I can only hope to atone for at some point. Lies are a poor foundation to build on. Is there no other way?"'

>>190300
>>190343

"It seems I managed to get through to you." the broken horn Leader is writing as she speaks. "I always had a knack for having my advice ignored. I hope we can redeem me."

"I understand that you want to give them hope, but I do not want to deceive the new herd at every step." you say, suddenly grabbing the ledge of the table. "My failures are my failures, my very own sins that I can only hope to atone for at some point. Lies are a poor foundation to build on. Is there no other way?"'

"No. Not now, at least. There will be a time for them to swallow the truth whole; right now their mouths are full with death and confusion. They got enough to chew, and I take you if you did not agree with me we wouldn't have gotten so far."

"We wouldn't be doing this if-"

"It's a burden. Lying is a burden. I know."

Hornmothers are fully aware of this fact; lying can be quite the work, and the more you lie the more you have to work; that’s why they just blurt everything out loud. It’s a quality you learned to enjoy quite a lot, even if what comes out from their mouth is just silly complains, bad jokes and arguments about things so petty you failed to realize they where there.

Because lying is nothing new to you.

You briefly recall two hornmothers arguing about the function of the marks on a bug that was on the table. Of course, one of them ended up dancing over it.

"You will have time to atone for your failures." she says, not looking at you. "That much is very, very certain."

She scribbles fast on the piece of paper as you wonder if smoke will come from under the pencil; she rolls it shut at once right after the last letter. Your sight drifts to the rolled paper placed under your chin; you take it with your only hand.
Then she stands, walks peacefully to the door and opens it with one swift, powerful motion; a haremhorn almost falls inside the room but manages to hold on to the broken horn Leader, who gently pushes her back to her feet.

The broken horn Leader turns to you. “There are many questions for us to tackle, and we have very little to work with."

"Oh, I have my means. They Witch sent a native to teach me their ways."

The broken horn Leader "hmms" as the haremhorn looks at you and scratches her head. "Then we go with that." she says, and nods absentmindedly.


>Head pat
>Bully

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>>190522
>and I take you if you did not agree with me

and I take that if you did not agree with me AAAAAA!

>>190522
Shit, give us the tough choices huh...
>Head pat
There's too much sad in this quest for bully

>>190522
>Head pat very carefully without sudden movements

>>190522
>Head pat
She needs it

>>190522
> Head pat
The haremhorn was probably just an innocent. Yes.

>>190964

I meant the broken horn leader! Maybe I was too vague? ; w :

>>191030
Oops! I meant broken horn leader.
I'm reading and responding while at work. Busybusy.

>>191098
That's actually quite flattening. =w=
But be careful!

>>190522
>Head pat

for both, but remind the haremhorn that rumours are not good, not right now, not yet.

Bully her like she's never been bullied before.

>>191141
I just need to proofread before sending off.hope the anons tonight are doing good.

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>>190522
>>Head pat

I want a small dose of happy moment before the tidal wave of depression comes back to wash over us.

>>190572
>>190605
>>190811
>>190964
>>191982
>>192991

You grip the left wheel and throw it backwards over and over, the wheelchair spinning with you towards the broken horn Leader. The haremhorn's gaze blooms like a flower as she watches your hand tenderly scratching the hair between a healthy and a broken horn, as the black eyes underneath follow your hand as it pats her head over and over, until you let it slide across her cheek as she meets her eyes with yours.

She just blinks at you.

"That was kind of you." she says, her gaze still the same. "I will remain here to work on the basics of our needs, I counted four hornmothers besides us and six or seven musclehorns, but as it stands we are in no shortage of haremhorns."

You open your mouth to say something... and as you notice your eyes slightly growing wet, you close it.

"I see." you say, as you share a brief stare of disappointment with the haremhorn.

"How did you get to Enna unharmed when you asked for the meat, wine and smoke?"

"I asked one of the new guards for guidance. As far as I'm concerned, the nohorns won't dare lay a finger on us without fair reason."

"You mean that musclehorn."

You... don't say a word. The broken horn Leader shakes her head.

"You managed yesterday, you will today. Odds are good and all we have." She pauses. "Almost forgot."

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You feel a warm, heavy presence over your right shoulder, and meet with a long white cape with black symbols of many herds after you turn your horns slightly.

“It took them quite some tries. I recall you said the herd was a part of you now” the broken horn Leader rises one her sleeves, like pointing at sometimes from under it. “I liked that. That came out well.”

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I am very aware of how slow this quest turned out this time around, but I was so busy... I did my best to catch a break every time I could. ;w;

>>192987
I meant your work! Don't get caught reading by your haremnohorns or they might wash your job out of you!

>>191982
That would have happened anyway in the meantime. Haremhorns are good with secrets! =w=

>>192887
M-e-a-n.

I'm going to test a fixed schedule, too! I'd like anonhorn input on it, so either add me on twitter (@haremhorn, I should certainly add this to the main post along the archive) or tell me about it right here!
I'l keep track of every name on the pastebin, today we had no influence choices at because haremhorns are nice, kind creatures... but beware.

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I was also hoping to introduce you to Lowell, who will be drawing for the Old Leader's Quest from now on... but he recently managed to fix his sleeping schedule, and may need the sunlight.
So, leave him a few words of encouragement at @Suckbruise... and do remind him not to worry so much!

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>>193851
>I am very aware of how slow this quest turned out this time around, but I was so busy... I did my best to catch a break every time I could. ;w;

Thats okay and I am fine with this.

>>193900
All this art is really, really great and manages to capture the essence of the setting in the same manner as DanKims drawings.

>>193900
Aaaaaand saved. That looks amazing. Thanks for running Haremhorn! Take your time dude, rushing won't help any.

>>193851
Slow quest was okay for me. I actually had time to post this go around. Got lucky with my flights this time around.