Guardian Of The Lambs
Defense Of Sleepy Sheep Roll 63 + 5 (Strong wood body) + 5 (Fake rifle bludgeon) = 73
You patrol around the Sleepy Steppe diligently and defend the herds without fail, there were some close calls like those Lamb Stealers that kept trying to snatch away the sleepy sheep, but you smacked their metallic hides and made them skitter off
Whatever their actual name is eludes you, but you know a Lamb Stealer when you see it now
The roof of a merry-go round spinning, with a fleshy underside covered in eyes, from the exact center sprouts many chitinous legs with pointed ends, these things also make a sound like a bug blowing into a war trumpet so they're easy to notice
And they learn to fear your whacks whenever they hunt for a Sleepy Sheep for... whatever they do with them, you've seen one with a mouth, one consuming a Sleepy Sheep, or anything like that
So... yeah, decent enough job, the Sleepy Sheep even become more acclimated to your presence now, resting around you a bit more often, and some even visualize you in their dreams now if the clouds are correct
Lamb Stealers
- Imagine the roof of a merry-go round spinning, with a fleshy underside covered in eyes, and from the exact center sprout many pointed chitinous legs, also imagine it being the size of a actual merry-go-round
- Make a sound like a war trumpet being blown into by a bug
- Like stabbing sheep and sheep-like creatures then dragging them away
The Friends We Make Along The Way
Looking For Friends Roll 79 - 10 (Not many people in the Sleepy Steppe) = 69 (Nice)
While searching the steppe you come across a feline woman in a pinkish coat, with usually sleek hair and nicely done curls scuffed up by a tussle, with a scrape or two aswell, sitting on a rock, checking a satchel counting what she has inside and looking worried
"Okay, barely got enough to make it a week out here, I don't even know how to forage.... and I'm already talking to myself! Felis Damn! If they don't get me my lack of survival skills wi-"
"SALUTATIONS I'M THE TOY SOLDIER WHO ARE YOU, DO YOU WISH TO BE FRIENDS!?"
The feline woman jumped back in horror and surprise, fur standing up, tail pointing towards the blue sky above, pulling a revolver out of the satchel and pointing it at you, she isn't used to a firearm but doesn't look too afraid to use it, just not experienced enough to reliably hit, but that is not important
"My apologies for scaring you maam, I was excited at the prospect of a new friend"
The feline woman does not reply for a moment, keeping the barrel aimed at your head, it would not kill you since you lack a brain or any other vital organs to damage, but she didn't know that
Contemplating her choices she replied "Okay weird wooden demon, whats your game?"
You ponder that for a moment "Chess"
She didn't expect that "What-"
"It is a simplification of the art of war, designed to aide generals of old in their tactical thinking, but despite my love for the game it is still missing some things, so I have some plans to make up new pieces and rul-"
"Are you fucking with me?"
"My apologies if anything I said was misleading but I am only interested in a purely platonic relationship with you, and besides I lack the necessary parts and desires for such a act"
She lowers the gun, her fur laying down calmly against her hide once more, you've proved beyond a doubt to be too dumb to be malevolent "Nevermind... guess I gotta introduce myself, I'm Primrose, nice to meet ya weird little demon dude... thing" she says, half politely
"OH! Joyous day joyous day! I have a new friend!" You say, cheerily hopping about like a little schoolboy leaving class at last
Primrose's amber eyes looked at you in confusion "Pardon?"
"You've given me a friendly nickname! And from one jolly companion to another! I offer you the nickname Whis-"
"Thats a slur where I come from"
"Mittens! I meant Mittens, is this one safe?"
"Sure, but I don't wa-"
You run forward and hug Primrose who jumps again in suprise "Great! Welcome to the Sleepy Steppe!"
She sighs "At least I know where I'm going to die now"
You've befriended the one and only Primrose! (Against her will)
Primrose
- A Basteti with sleek brown fur, and a nicely done curly head of hair
- Usually wears a pink coat, and equipped with a satchel and revolver
- Knows a bit about charming folks and convincing people with her wiles
- Isn't afraid to mess someone up if needed
Companion rules and character assigning will made clear next turn
They See Me Whittl'n
Carving Wood Roll 23 - 15 (Lack of sharp tools) = 8
Primrose looks down in more confusion as your arms stick out from under a tree that fell on you after a hour of rapidly whacking it with your rifle's back end
You have also apparently hit a tree that was Cursed....
By a used automobile salesman!
He fell out of the tree you felled, in which he was building a nest like a bird, and now won't leave you alone! Giving a malus to actions requiring great focus
Primrose is wondering what a salesman is doing out here in the middle of absolute nowhere, and how he keeps moving so fast when she blinks, but she keeps her revolver ready just incase
The Toy Soldier
- Hounded by the Used Car Salesman, will make focusing very difficult
Used Automobile Salesman
- Man with a smile that would be pleasant if his upper and lower teeth weren't fused together in a permanent grin, a brown combover, and a overly moisturized face
- Usually wears a brown suit, dress shoes, and carries a briefcase
- Moves instantly when not observed
- Wants you to try out the spectacular bargains on his used automobiles!
- Not your friend
The Shepards Way
Befriending Sheep Roll 47 + 15 (Guardian Of The Lambs) = 62
You stand up on a stone before a great flock of Sleepy Sheep, and back in the grass Primrose stands, and asks "How exactly are you planning to do this?"
"By speaking from the heart!" You do some stretches, and of course you have no muscles to stretch but that isn't your concern is like a personal little ritual
You cough a bit to keep your nonexistent throat clear for this, and speak from the inner-sheep to connect with these majestic beasts
"Baa!"
"Holy shit!" She is surprised, but not by you speaking like a sheep, but the Sleepy Sheep herd all turning their heads towards you after that word was spoken, like they understood
"Baa baa baa! Baa baa baa! Baa! Baaaaa! Baaa baaa baaa baaa! Baa baaa baa! Baa baa! Baaaaa! Baaa baaa baaa baaa! Baa baaa baa! Baa baa! Baa baa baa! Baa! Baaaaa! Baaa baaa baaa baaa! Baa baaa baa! Baa baa! baa! Baa" you bow as you finish that masterpiece of verbal communication
...
The crowd is silent
Whoosh
The clouds above form hands, and start mimicking clapping
Whoosh whoosh whoosh
Countless clouds form clapping hands, and Primrose quickly scurries into a hollow log since the amount of clouds gathering is starting to make some literal thunderclaps
Soon the Sleepy Sheep start to baa in agreement with that beautiful philosophical statement you spoke to the crowd, as thunder strikes the hills they curl one front leg beneath them and bow, you are now the proud commander of the 1st Thunderclap Battalion
You wipe a rain droplet off your face, in a way mimicking being teary eyed
The 1st Thunderclap Battalion
- A group of Sleepy Sheep that respect you as their commanding officer
The Toy Soldier
- Commander of the 1st Thunderclap Battalion