Shear the Sheep!

[Arnyn]

Shear the Sheep!

The fields of Rohan are green. Grassy. Lucious.

Irrisistible to sheep.

The herders need your help:
The incredible grass has somehow made the sheep's wool growth go wild. It is as if the sheep haven't been sheared in years.
If left alone, they will become giant balls of fur who can no longer graze.



The task falls to you, brave adventurer!
Gather as much wool as you can - but beware of the wolf.

How to play?

1. Step forward and call for a sheep!

2. The GM will roll the dice:

5-6:
Your call was successful and you shear a sheep!
--> +1. You are free to call upon another sheep.

3-4 and your call of choice tickled my funny bone or was deemed original:
You shear a sheep!
--> +1. You are free to call upon another sheep.

3-4 without a funny or original call:
No sheep paid you any attention.
--> Aww, fail, no point. You are free to call upon another sheep.

2:
No sheep gave you the light of day.
--> Aww, fail, no point. You are free to call upon another sheep.

1:
You call a wolf instead of a sheep! How silly!
--> Run. And describe how you run.
The GM will then roll the dice again. 1-2: the wolf continues its chase on you. 4-6: you escape and are free to call upon a sheep again.

3. Rinse and repeat!

Winner rewards

The golden shears and eternal glory!
(And points.)

[Silky Gooseness]

Silas Hardacre had never before sheared a sheep in his life. Despite their placid demeanour, one had knocked him over as a small hobbit lad and eaten his sandwich, and he had never quite trusted them after that. However, as the local shepherds were in need, they would not find Silas lacking. Gamely rolling up his shirtsleeves he strode into the barn.

“BRING ME SHEEP,” he yelled.

[Melahny_oftheWoods]

Wulf walked confidently into the fields of green in Rohan. He saw the puffed-up sheep waddling around. The poor things! He had a large pair of sheers and brandished them before the sheep.

Frightening a pair of put-off looking crows nearby, Wulf sang out loudly:

'COME AND GET YER WOOOOOOOOOOL (removed)!'

[Lail]

In pink puff sleeves and a floral corset, hair braided in two long pigtails, and a crook in hand, Lail Bo Peep was ready to shear some sheep. Her mother always said she spent too much time wool-gathering anyway so it was time to save some imperiled sheep and who better to do it than she? She had the look, she had the crook, and--

"Yodelayheehooooo!" Lail Bo Peep brought one hand to her mouth, cupped her lips, and yodeled across the fields for the sheep to run home for shearing time. "Little sheeps, hey, yodelayheeeee, little sheeps!"

[Pele Alarion]

There were only a few times when Hadassa looked more determined than now: her black hair braided tightly to keep her usually disobedient hair out of her eyes, sleeves of her plain linen shirt rolled up in preparation, she'd have rolled up her leggings too but those were already short enough - leaving her ankles bare. She wore no boots, as she raced across the field barefoot.

"Lucy in the field with woo-ool!" she hollered, stopping on the patch of lush grass and tucking the thumb of her right hand in the large pocket of her leather apron - right where the shears were. Luckily, the thumb was safely next to the shears and was left intact. "Luuuuuuuuucy, LUCY!" she kept calling, confident that at least one sheep in the herd ought to be called Lucy.

[Arnyn]

@Silky Gooseness
Silas Hardacre: "BRING ME SHEEP!"
Turn 1/7
Roll: 1
No sheep comes to Silas! They must have felt his distrust. Instead, a wolf stalks up to the hobbit. Wherever will he run? And how will he escape?
(I will roll again after your escape post)
Points: 0

@Melahny_oftheWoods
Wulf: 'COME AND GET YER WOOOOOOOOOOL (removed)!'
Turn 1/7
Roll: 2
The sheep do not respond to Wulf's call. They must not have heard the 'removed' part and deemed they have wool enough! They waddle, waddle, waddle - but not in Wulf's direction, alas. However, he is free to try again!
Points: 0

@Lail Bo Peep
Lail Bo Peep: "Little sheeps, hey, yodelayheeeee, little sheeps!"
Turn 1/7
Roll: 6
The puffed up sheep must have been attracted not only to the yell, but also to the equally puffed sleeves of Lail Bo Peep! One of the wool balls scurried up to her and bleated in her face. As if it were saying: "Shear me!"
(You can shear and call upon another sheep.)
Points: 1

@Pele Alarion
Hadassa: "Lucy in the field with woo-ool! Luuuuuuuuucy, LUCY!"
Turn 1/7
Roll: 2
Hadassa's confidence was misplaced! No sheep in the field was called Lucy, for none came to her cries. Unless sheep-Lucy had balls of wool in its ears. However, Hadassa is free to try again!
Points: 0

[Lady of Shadow]

To get her mind off the Hobbit lad that wants nothing to do with her, Elanor Starsley's elders sent her to Rohan to help the horsemasters sheer some sheep that have gotten a little too much on the wooly side.

"But I've never done that before!" young Elanor complained.
"Well, now's the best time to learn." was the response.

Her elders lended the troublesome hobbit lass a pair of shears that one of their relatives had given to them for such a purpose, but didn't have the heart to cause any kind of stress to the animal, so now passed on these same shears to Elanor. It didn't take the troublesome hobbit lass long to spot a sheep that was so overgrown that she thought it was just a pile of wool at first. "I can see why the people of this land needed outside help." Elanor thought to herself as she tried to coo the animal closer to her so that she could give him or her a so desperately needed haircut:

"Come here, little sheep, don't you want a little trim?" she cooed. Perhaps this little adventure would get her mind off the Hobbit lad who just turned her down. Elanor's elders at first wanted her to join the Honey Club in the Shire, but when she turned that down, had to find something else to get her mind off the older Hobbit lad that wants nothing to do with her (at least until she matures and stops trying to put an end to anyone that even looks in his direction).

[Melahny_oftheWoods]

Wulf signed sadly as the sheep either passed him by or did not come any nearer. He heard a little lass a way away a-yodelling to some sheep and had them crowding around her! She was shearing as he waited. Best try her call, Wulf thought to himself.

'A'right, what was it she'd yelled out? YO DEL HEY HEY - HEY! HEEEEE WHO WHO WHO!' Wulf started shouting the syllables haphazardly, not really understanding how to yodel or that he should string the sounds together as one. Wulf continued with his odd sounding yodel/scream.

'YO YO YO DEL HEY HEY HE HE WHO WHOOOO!'

[Silky Gooseness]

Silas Hardacre

Silas was looking expectantly around, one hand braced in his pockets, the other shading his eyes, when he heard the birds - they fell still for a moment before twittering and calling more loudly than ever. The flock shifted. Something was coming towards him, something - something large, and hairy, and about three times Silas’ size.

“That’s not a sheepdog,” Silas mumbled.

It was not a sheepdog.

Silas bolted without even thinking about it - straight to the edge of the pasture, where a tree with low-hanging branches enough for Silas to swing himself up stood. He wedged himself gingerly into a fork of the tree and peered down. The wolf was still there: it had sat down. Nervously, Silas wiped his hands on his breeches before searching his pockets. There - a bag full of toffee, and half a sausage inna bun. He wadded the two items together and threw them down to the beast, not without a pang. They were really good toffees, treacly and extra sticky…

The wolf nosed the package before performing the equivalent of a lupine shrug and munching the lot. The sausage went down smoothly but it appeared to have some trouble with the toffee, pawing at its jaws and making a muffled sound.

“Teeth stuck together?” suggested Silas, gleefully. “Does the same to me, too!”

The wolf shook its head and made a strangled sort of growl before trotting off, presumably to seek some cure for its wedged teeth…

[Pele Alarion]

Hadassa waited patiently, and the longer she waited the more disappointed she became. How come no sheep arrived? She would surely have named her sheep Lucy if she had one.

She glanced around the field to see how others were faring, with the songs some more wonderful than others. Well, she had sort of already tried it, but it had not worked for her.

"Ahem," she cleared her throat. "Tralala! TralalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaLAla!" went her new song. "Come to me, dear ones, come... Lily!" she decided to try another name for a sheep.

[Arnyn]

@Silky Gooseness
Silas Hardacre: "BRING ME SHEEP!"
Turn (still) 1/7
Roll: 5
The toffee idea proved to be absolute genius! The wolf starting yelping and yowling, jumping around insanely as he tried to get his teeth un-stuck. Alas, to no avail. It was easy for Silas to just mosey away from the predator.
Silas successfully escaped the wolf, and can call for another sheep!
Points: 0

@Melahny_oftheWoods
Wulf: 'YO DEL HEY HEY - HEY! HEEEEE WHO WHO WHO! YO YO YO DEL HEY HEY HE HE WHO WHOOOO!'
Turn 2/7
Roll: 4
How nefarious. Stealing someone's else's yodel. More or less. Would it be deemed a yodel by the experts? Likely not. But the sheep had no special ear for the art in question. And despite Wulf's lack of puffed sleeves, a lone sheep did find its way to him, heading for the noise. For all its wool had effectively blinded it!
(You can shear and call upon another sheep.)
Points: 1

@Lady of Shadow
Elanor: "Come here, little sheep, don't you want a little trim?"
Turn 1/7
Roll: 4
Elanor's voice was too quiet. It did not penetrate the barrier created by multiple layers of wool. The sheep nearest to her sort of turned around aimlessly, but then started to waggle a few steps away from her, rather than toward her. She would have to try a bit harder if she wanted to put the family shears to good use!
(You can try and call upon another sheep.)
Points: 0

@Pele Alarion
Hadassa: "Tralala! TralalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaLAla! Come to me, dear ones, come... Lily!"
Turn 2/7
Roll: 5
Yes, Lily! Either the sheep was actually named this way or Hadassa had succeeded in hitting the right note to get one of the sheep to approach. When it came closer and closer, it bleated miserably. Hadassa had to act quickly! Lest the poor ball of wool fall into depression.
(You can shear and call upon another sheep.)
Points: 1

[Pele Alarion]

Hadassa

"Oh, you little thing," Hadassa said gently when one of the sheep did eventually come calling for attention. She ran her hand over the wool, and then set right to work with her shears, careful to remove every little bit of overgrown wool. When the job was done, she leaned down and kissed the sheep right on the nose. "Go on! Run!" she then patted the shorn animal on the back.

"Sheepy, sheepy! Lovely ladies!" Hadassa set about half-singing once again.

[Silky Gooseness]

Silas Hardwick

Silas was trembling from head to hairy foot. Gingerly, he began the process of disembarking from the tree - ha - sliding a cautious toe down the branch, when he reconsidered. After all, the wolf might have gone, but it might not be very far. What if it obtained some dental assistance and then returned? No, Silas thought: it would be better for the sheep to come to him. Not only would they be a distraction to any lupine vengeance, but this way Silas could remain in his nice safe tree for as long as possible.

Quite decided on this sensible if cowardly course of action, Silas wrapped an arm firmly around a branch before leaning out and yelling to the sheep.

“SOOOOOOOO-EEEEEEE,” he bellowed as loudly as he could. Wait, was that the call for pigs? Well, never mind.

[Lail]

Lail Bo Peep

A perfect fluff-ball of white wool flounced toward Lail as if a puffy, cheerful spring cloud had descended from the heavens and deigned to greet her with a "baaaa!"

"Oh hullo, lil sheep! What baaaa-tiful day it is, isn't it?" Gushing, Lail Bo Peep smothered the sheep with affection before setting her shears to work and included a full-on Swedish massage of the creature from ears to tail. (Only the best Lail Bo Peep's sheep!)

Clearing her throat, Lail sang a sweet solo to summon the sheepies:
"Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?"

(14)

[Drifa]

Kralfed stood jerking all over. A thin line of saliva ran from his mouth. His brain was tingling. The small amounts of hair on his bony head look frizzled. All he could mutter was,' That's good meat I smell,' as his tongue slithered out between his crooked, fang-like teeth and slid wetly over his thin, pale lips. He wanted to feed, but each time he opened his mouth to bite down on the fleecy lambchop, a shock shook his body, and he went limp all over, releasing the creature. And now, the ball of white wool was bigger. Without his mates, who are still over the Merlock mountains, Kralfed is unsure, with no help holding the creature down. He has to get the fleece off somehow, but how?

He looked around and saw that others were calling out for sheep. Maybe this was not the sheep he was supposed to eat. And so, being one of the smarter Mewlips, he mimicked the closest call he heard from the mouth of perhaps a future victim.

"Baa Baa, black sheep, can I eat your meat?"

[Arnyn]

@Pele Alarion
Hadassa: "Sheepy, sheepy! Lovely ladies!"
Turn 3/7
Roll: 4[/b]
None of the sheep approach! Blast!
(You can call upon another sheep.)
Points: 1

@Silky Gooseness
Silas: “SOOOOOOOO-EEEEEEE!”
Turn: 2/7
Roll: 5
A sheep approaches! Wait, does it look a little pink? Must be the light...
(Shear away, and then you can call for another sheep!)
Points: 1

@Lail
Lail Bo Peep: "Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?"
Turn: 2/7
Roll: 4
One of the sheep headed into Lail Bo Peep's direction, bleeting something that might be heard as "baa sir, baa sir, three baaaaa's full".
(Shear away, and then you can call for another sheep!)

@Drifa
Kralfed: "Baa Baa, black sheep, can I eat your meat?"
Turn: 1/7
Roll: 6
The sheep in question must have been deaf. Or dumb. Or both! But one waddled right up to Kralfed, and started bleeting at him. Was it calling out for help? It was an exceptionally woolly specimen!
(Shear away, and then you can call for another sheep!)
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[Pele Alarion]

Hadassa

She could not understand whether her voice was not attractive enough, or if she was not saying the right words, or maybe she did not look right to lure more sheep her way. But since she was here, she had to try and see if she'd have any luck - like the others she saw with sheep about them.

"Oh come, oh come, come oh here!" she began to sing as joyfully as she could. "I can rid you of your wool, I can give you hugs and kisses!"

[Drifa]

The ball of wool just walked away, and before Kralfed could react in a jerky, nervous way, another creature made its way up to him and bleated right at him. This one was woolly but had patches he was sure he could get his hands on and hold the sheep while he terminated it. His mouth began to water again, as it had been a week or more since he had fed. Yes, he had a few bits of meat in his pocket, but the marrow had all been sucked out of it, and it was just dry bone now. If only his brothers would hurry up and find their way to him. He missed the sound of their squish-flap-flip feet upon the floor.

With a quick jerk, he reached out for the sheep and had it in his hands. He brought it up to his mouth, saliva bathing the creature, and...