#4-27
An infernal, bleating sound got me out of the tent. As soon as I was out I saw something I would never expect. Apparently the bear has finally returned, but clearly it did not learn its lesson. This time around I saw something you would never expect from a sheep. It not only had mind locked the predator in front of it, but it was also charging at him. The usually shy herbivore creature was turning from hunted into hunter. First, it hit the bear to knock it off balance, and then it trampled it vigorously until it stopped moving. The mighty hunter was dead, but what followed next was something shocking. The sheep kept on trampling already mangled corpse with determination, and, somehow, I knew it actually enjoyed the victory; almost like a human being.
And then it started changing. Slowly, it was turning into a human.
He was a man in his early thirties, and he was confused and tired. He was staring at me like I was the first human he had seen in a long time. Soon I learned that in fact I was. The scientist in me took over, and so I tried to establish a contact. It went surprisingly well. He spoke some crude dialect, but it was easy for me to understand - as if we share some deep connection. I offered him a meal, and then started to question him.
His name was Rickard, and his memories were scattered. He told me he was born in a city near by. He grew in a family of a small merchant. He lost his mother early on so he was raised by his father, who had little time to spend with his two children, but still he treasured each moment with them. He raised them to be honest and compassionate lads. They both learned from their father's example.
Rickard was fascinated with all thing good, and his goal in life was to learn to help all those in need. He had dedicated himself to the study of restorative magic, and also the more mundane ways of medicine. He never became rich with gold, but instead he was treasured and respected by even the most blood thirsty of the cutthroats from the slums where he made his living.
It was this respect that eventually led him to meet a beautiful girl. He was called upon by one of the brothels owners to check on a newly acquired prostitute, as she wasn't feeling well. When he arrived he saw a young lady, scared but still holding on. Upon first look, he knew she was extraordinary. She told him she had just come to the city a few days ago, but because she had little coin she was forced to look for a cheaper tavern.. She found such place here at 'One Eyed Minstrel', but apparently that was the wrong place at the wrong time. The owner had set his preying eyes on her. She was kidnapped and forced to work for him. Scared and tired, she had feinted so she guessed that's the reason why he had called a healer.Rickard was shocked by what he had heard, and he could not resist the beauty of the creature in front of him. He felt like their minds are connected. He couldn't stand to stay and watch from the side. He used all his pulls to buy her and set her free, but that bargain made him an enemy that eventually would trigger some astounding events. It was not long after letting her free when they met again, and somehow they fell in love. But their happiness was not meant to be.
One day he was getting back home to his beloved when he felt something wasn't right. He felt a lingering presence somewhere deep in his mind that was trying to overtake him. It was like primal fear. He brushed it off, but sped home to became witness to something terrible. The door was crushed. He entered to see his beloved was lying down, motionless, and fully naked on the kitchen table. She was raped and her throat was slit, but what was most unusual was the fact that she was starting to change before she was murdered. Her hands were turning into hooves, and her once beautiful head was replaced by one of a sheep. He felt nausea rising up, and a conflict of emotions overtook him.He cried and cursed the fates that allowed this to transpire. He cursed the one that had done the deed. And slowly, he started to lose control. The strange feeling from early on was back, and this time he was unable to fight it. Darkness swooped in and he felt fear and agony. Then, all of the sudden, he let a agonizing bleat.
I felt for him. Day passed and then night came. Somehow we had connected even more then before, and we spent the night together.
Grandmaster, I know that it sounds crazy what I'm writing to you, but that is what happened and what I was able to gather from one such weresheep creature. And I'm inclined to believe you might not hear from me again. I can feeling something lingering deep inside my mind. Please take heed of the content of these notes, and try to gather as much about these creatures as possible. They do exist, and they are to be observed with extreme caution. They are not evil, but their animal instinct is strong and apparently hard to control. So anyone that intrudes upon them will turn into a victim of the elusive weresheep...
P.S. I want to thank to Phlegmish; Robcat; Ticlimax and StromIV who helped me with editing all this wall of texts and made it possible to look at least a little bit believable
. Thank you guys you are great.
