>>Could you let me know what you ended
>>up doing?
The Dishthane of the hosting clan approached the heroes, inviting them to a private dinner. At the meal, he gifted each a gold ring and seemed very embarrassed and apologetic, continually avoiding the reason for the meeting. Of course, the heroes started to get paranoid! Eventually, he explained that the clan had performed the �Yinkin the Shepherd� heroquest with disastrous results. Hunters, shepherds and the farmers and weaponthanes that could be spared had all been dispatched to try to round up the scattered sheep, but the clan needed help. Would they mind joining the search? The Chief appreciated that such a task was beneath the dignity of these honoured guests, but�
The first set of sheep they found were on a dead end path, half way up a cliff. The path was *very* narrow � much too narrow for the sheep to turn around. There was the danger that if they startled any of the sheep into moving forward, it might result in the front sheep being pushed off the path. This was resolved by the Yinkini sneaking up behind the sheep, while the Tatouthi lowered a leather padded lasso affair from above. After looping this around the sheep�s midriff, the Tatouthi took the sheep�s weight, allowing the Yinkini to manoeuvre the sheep over his head and around to face the other direction. A quick slap on the hindquarters ensured it then proceeded down the cliff side to one of the waiting non-adult herders accompanying the heroes. Repeat ad infinitum. Amusingly, during this process, the heroes had decided that the best use of the Lhankor Mhy lawspeaker was to dangle her from the top of the cliff on a rope, in front of the front sheep, to keep it calm! With much muttering about how stupid the sheep were to walk up such a path, they moved on to�
A pair of Dark Trolls munching on a sheep carcass while six trollkin were worrying another dozen or so sheep hiding in trees! Much shouting, grunting and general long-range threatening went on, with some missile fire exchanged. The trolls didn�t want to give up their prize, while the heroes seemed unwilling to engage at close range. Eventually, the trollkin managed to get three sheep down from the trees and the enemy retired with those and the half-consumed carcass. There was much moaning and complaining as the rest of the sheep were retrieved from the trees about how stupid the trolls were to put the sheep up there in the first place.
Then the heroes found a bunch of sheep stuck right in the middle of a marshy, quicksandy bog. After an extremely amusing discussion about the appropriateness of snowshoes for bog-walking, it dawned on the heroes that the sheep themselves could not possibly have gotten to the middle of the bog. Wait� the dead-end path; the trees; the bog� ahh� the heroquest really had been a disaster! The Tatouth and Lhankor Mhy heroes then proceeded to blame the whole rotten day on their own Yinkini, claiming his lot were all the same and that if they were running the Tribe, all Yinkini would be banished!
Finally, a group of sheep was found on a neighbouring tula. That tula�s clan claimed the sheep as their own, by right of possession. This led to a showdown at the Chief�s Hearth � our Lawspeaker (augmented only by a hunter and a warrior) versus their Lawspeaker (augmented by everybody else in the Hall). I ran this as an extended contest and insisted the hero back up his AP bids with �examples� and �appropriate precedents�. I did likewise. It was a great argument as we both tried to make claims �on the fly� � he even quoted Kramer vs Kramer (a Colymar case, of course) at me at one point! The judicious burning of two hero points at a crucial stage almost certainly guaranteed our heroes victory in the argument so the Chief, having seen the tide turn, stood and tried to end the contest. He suggested that the heroes take all but six of the sheep back to their rightful owners. The retained six would be sacrificed with prayers for the health of all sheep in the tribe. Discretion being the better part of valour, our lads agreed, and withdrew politely.
All in all, a fun evening, and all due to your creative spark, Jane. Thanks again, from both my players and me.
Regards,
Philip
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