The Prairie Sheep Hurtle

[Wyvern]

Madhatter walks through the hilly green fields of the Pen in wonder, staring up at the perfectly blue sky and waving forest treetops. Just a moment ago, the Conservatory had been carpets, bookshelves, and study archive tables... now it bore more of a ressemblence to a natural sheperd vacation resort, with the type of bobbing flower heads that might be found in a Teletubbies pollen presentation.

 

Madhatter adjusts his tall Dr. Seuss hat and pulls the cufflinks of his red suit closer as he approaches a bed of bobbing flowers. He smiles and breaths in a large whiff of their fragrence, only to pause as the odd scent of old dustjackets wafts from the dandelions. The Wee Poet steps forward to examine the blooming flowers more closely, but turns his head to the sky as a shadow falls over the flower patch. Madhatter squints up at what appears to be a fluffy white stork soaring in the sky, and frowns as it begins heading down in his direction. As the fluffy bird grows closer, he realizes that the hooves and white wool of the animal don't make a bird at all, and his jaw drops as he stares into the face of a sheep. He turns to run, but doesn't have time to escape as the sheep lands on top of him... with a gentle nudge akin to that of a pillow.

 

"Bwahahahahahaaaa!" Wyvern points at Madhatter from across the field with a mischievous grin. The lizard loads another sheep-pillow into his Almost Dragonic Brand Sheepish Catapult™ (bastard tested, Madoka disapproved), and aims it towards the Conservatory-field's entrance just as Big Pointy One steps in. Wyvern lets'er rip, then grabs a nearby sheep and makes a mad dash for the forest-bookshelf area.

 

"Muahaha! Catch me if ya can, Evangeline! Sheeeeeep fiiiiiigggggght!"

 

;-)

 

OOC: All out war with pillows under the illusion of sheep. Feel free to jump in and go wild! 10 earned geld for participating.

[Sweetcherrie]

*BOF*

 

Stoomp was knocked to the ground by an overly large sheep. His chubby arms closed around the wooly animal, and he huggled it tightly. The sheep only said ‘baaaah’, and tried to wurm itself out of Stoomp’s embrace, but Stoomp suddenly saw more sheep flying.

 

He crawled to his feet, and held the sheep under his arms. With a silly grin on his face he shuffled closer to Wyvern, and raised the illusional sheep above his head. With all the force he had in him, which is quite a lot, he threw the sheep towards the big lizard.

 

The almost dragon caught the sheep/pillow full in his stomach, and the force swept him backwards. Stoomp giggled and grabbed another couple of sheep and started throwing them at innocent bystanders. The first person he hit was Gwaihir.

 

Through the force of the throw the pillow snapped and turned into feathers, raining all over Gwaihir. Stoomp ooohed and aaahed at the pretty feathers, and grabbed another pillowsheep to try it again. He swirled it above his head, and a loud ‘baaaaaaahahahaa’ like a siren came out of the sheep as the dwarf swirled it around.

 

He let go, and the sheep was baaahing with a big curve through the sky. Stoomp jumped up and down, clapping his hands, grinning widely as the sheep flew through the air. Then the pillowsheep started landing, the baahing became a little more frightened (after all flying is fun, but landing a lot less) and *BOF!* hit Ozymandias straight on the head.

 

The Elder got knocked to the ground, and Stoomp oohed once more. He knew this guy, he had landed on him, and maybe he should surprise him. He looked around and saw the catapult. On his short legs he ran over and installed himself on the catapult together with another few sheep/pillows.

 

Wyvern, who had just been getting by from getting hit by Stoomp's sheep, was grabbed around his throat.

 

“We go suppise Ozyman.” Stoomp grinned.

 

And all of a sudden the lizard and the dwarf were sent flying together with eight sheep/pillows towards Ozymandias....

 

OOC: Side stepping here! Please read as well!

Edited May 21, 2006 by Sweetcherrie

[yochva]

Evangeline blinked at the sheep fight, and neatly stepping aside, went over to sit at the edge of the cliff. THIS was really why she had created the scene, so she could look over the vista and enjoy her memories...

 

Until a stray sheep hit her in the back of the head, knocking her sprawling into the thin air in front of her. Not unduly worried, as she knew it was an illusion, she nevertheless was quick to return to 'solid' land. Bemused, she watched the sheep sit on nothing about a yard away from the cliff edge. Then another sheep hit her in the rear and she turned with a gasp to glare at the grinning Wyvern, both hands clasped in surprise to the insulted area.

 

"Oooh, thou useless creature!" Picking up some quite realistic looking sheep leavings, she threw it straight at Wyvern. Unfortuately, he saw them coming, and ducked - leaving it to hit the rather intimidating man standing behind him.

 

"Oh dear..."

[Mynx]

Humming happily to herself, CheerMynx pranced through the Pen in her cheerleading outfit, glad to be let out of Mynx's mind for the day as the more serious personality did not want to be bothered while working. Looking around for something to do, nothing attracted CheerMynx's attention until a bleating sheep flew out the door right in front of her.

Stopping in surprise, CheerMynx looked into the room to see dozens more of the sheep. Her eyes lit up and glisned like an anime cartoon.

 

With an overjoyed squeal, the exuberant feline lept into the pile of sheep, caught between wanting to adopt every single one and name them fluffy, and wanting to get into the fight.

Tying a big pretty pink bow around one, she saw Wyvern's attention occupied by Evangeline and took advantage of the situation.

 

"Baaaaaaaaaaaaa*BOOF*"

 

Wyvern blinked at the white and pink sheep, before he noticed the brightly outfitted feline. CheerMynx grinned, waved a paw coyly, and dived under a pile of sheep to avoid the sheep thrown in retaliation.

[dragonqueen]

Strolling through the Conservatory after a long absence, Dragonqueen absorbed all the changes that had been made since her last visit. The most puzzling one was that the Conservatory appeared to have vanished, replaced by some sort of prairie. However, she had little time to study this phenomenon, as a stray sheep came flying through the air and bowled her over.

 

"What the --" Dragonqueen came up sputtering through a mouth of wispy sheep...feathers? Examining the missile more closley, Dragonqueen realized that it was no sheep at all, but a pillow in the guise of a sheep. "Figures. Real sheep would have been far too unsanitary. I never liked the smell of sheep."

 

The amount of sheep soaring through the sky thickened, and Dragonqueen saw she would have to take the offensive, or buried under a mountain of sheep. Wait a minute...

 

Soon, there was a suspciously large pile of sheep amassed, which appeared to be secured through the use of bungy cords to some central point. The small, fluffy white mountain sidled forward, stopping a few feet behind an unsuspecting passerby. One of the sheep near the bottom detached itself, revealing a decidedly human foot as it arced through the air.

 

Quickly Dragonqueen inched away. A little way off she spotted an inviting pile of sheep, failing to notice that it was moving and roiling as if there might be a humanoid form under it... Soon, the sheep disguise picked up speed, resembling nothing so much as a small cloud hurtling along the horizon. It took off, leaping into the air and landing *WHOOMPH* on the inviting sheep pileup, and squashing a hidden CheerMynx.

 

"Whoops...didn't see you there..."

[Gwaihir]

"Fleh fll gleck bleh ptooy!"

 

It took a while but Gwaihir did get all the feathers out of his mouth. "Some sheep!" he complained. And why is anyone throwing sheep? How rude to the sheep?"

 

Here a bunch of people smiled at the confused elf. He may have been the only one to notice that most sheep don't burst easily and aren't full of feathers if they do burst.

 

dragonqueen smiled at Gwaihir. She leaned over and whispered "It's okay, they aren't real sheep." Something tickled her nose and she realized Gwaihir's ears were still full of feathers. She said a bit louder "It's okay, they aren't real sheep!" Still Gwaihir didn't hear a word she said and he wondered off confusedly so dragonqueen gave up.

 

Still with feathers in his ears Gwaihir went off to his room and fetched a pillow that didn't resemble a sheep in the least. Slyly he proved that even a clumsy elf can be quiet until *thump* a pillow hit Ayshela in the back. When she turned she saw Gwaihir looking even more silly than usual as he grinned despite his feather decorations.

[Ayshela]

*thump* Something hit Ayshela in the back. Turning from the engrossing sight of mounds of sheep moving about the strangely changed environs of the Conservatory, she saw a widely grinning Gwaihir wielding a rather large pillow. "Hah, you got me!" Ayshela laughed, leaning up to remove several feathers from his ears and hair. "I thought I heard CheerMynx somewhere under all the sheep shaped pillows, shall we see if we can find her?" Ayshela grabbed a smallish sheep-pillow and crept about, tracking CheerMynx by the sounds of giggles, until she was sure she'd found her... then - WHAP went her sheep into the mound of sheep CheerMynx was hiding under! Giggling madly, Ayshela ran off to look for someplace to hide.

[Gyrfalcon]

Gyrfalcon blinked as the green fields changed, becoming red badlands, open cracks throwing up waves of phantom heat as here and there gouts of golden-red lava that cascaded back down into the vents. The many players uttered a chorus of disappointed groans as their sheep disappeared and looked around dispiritedly when a small hand caught the edge of the vent. Crawling out of the vents, small, red lava newts looked around curiously and then wandered over to the players, poking various people curiously with small, red hands. "Newt?" one of the smaller one says, blinking curiously at people before eeping as a larger newt picks it up and whaps CheerMynx to the feel of a soft feather pillow. "Newwwwwwt!" the little newt cries as it baffs again into CheerMynx.

 

Gyrfalcon shook his head, impressed by the magic illusions and picks up two of the nearest newts, grinning wildly as he charges the unsuspecting Pennites. "Fear the dual-wielded newt pillows!" he cries, going into an offensive flurry.

[Ayshela]

"Whuff"

Ayshela groaned a little as she spat feathers from the newt-tail which had just hit her in the mouth. "Not quite as fluffy as sheep, but they may be easier to hang on to!" she laughed. Grabbing one to use as a makeshift shield, she grabbed a second and flung it at Gyr's feet.

[Wyvern]

Wyvern grumbles to himself as he walks into yet another invisible wall, disoriented in the vastness of the Astral setting but determined in his quest to find sexy female mosh partners respond to the Office inquiries of the ever-patient mai takekaze [This message brought to you by the Tower of Elders and Almost Dragonic Brand Extra Cheap Excuses™]. The reptilian Elder rubs his aching striped horns and shuts his eyes as he slides straight, finally missing a wall and moving onto a firm piece of unseen plane. He takes a few cautious steps forward, then begins walking normally and absorbing his surroundings. The twinkling stars above him align themselves in the form of a long stick of some sort, and an enormous constellation of a drum cymbal seems to stretch endlessly beneath his feet. Wyvern pauses for a moment to consider the significance of the blatant cymbalism, then raises his head as he notices something moving adjacent to a shiny star.

 

"A bird?" Wyvern squints, watching as the object grows closer. "A plane? A not-so-plain bird? ... Gryphon?!"

 

Wyvern's jaw drops as the large object begins to come into focus, revealing its less-than-birdlike properties. A meteor. A giant, razor-sharp guitar pick of rock. Headed his way. Wyvern jumps and turns, only to find two other similar meteors on a collision towards him in the opposite direction. The lizard lets out a terrified squeal and runs around in circles, only to get his wings caught in the chains of his shirt in the process. He struggles with the outfit until he notices the rapid approach of the meteors and makes a desperate run for it... straight into another invisible wall. The lizard collapses over just as the meteors land in a hail of soft pillow feathers.

 

;-)