Tales From The Mind Of Lamby

Hello there!
Care to join me in a few tales from my mind? If so then read on! I hope you enjoy these stories all from my head! Each one is unique and based around Wynncraft, Enjoy!

The untold story of the sheep
Many years ago, I, just a little lamb, was born in the province of Gavel. I was raised by my mother and a farmer with a long nose… It was a nice life… Good food, a loving home, lots of friends and family around. There really wasn’t much to be said about my life up until a certain, winters day. The day we went for shearing… But it wasn’t shearing today, it was trading. We were pushed onto a large, dark ship, by 3 farmers.

We were put into pens of 3. Luckily, I was placed into a pen with my father and one other sheep that I knew somewhat well… I saw my mother across the ship with my Aunt and Uncle… I had no problem with this, we all seemed to be in a decent condition, all with a loved one, and with some food, water & bedding in our pens… Hours must have passed before I woke up again… I wasn’t aware that I had fallen asleep, but I obviously had… I must have hit my head whilst I was sleeping because my head was throbbing… But again, as the easy going lamb I was, I didn’t know that I had been hit with some sort of object. Anyway… Hours passed on this ship before anything really happened… About 7 hours into the journey we were checked on by a very chiseled man, with a name similar to my father… His name was Bob. Quite a nice man, he was armored to the nines, obviously a soldier travelling to fight somewhere… I didn’t really pay that much attention to him either and so after the check, I fell back to sleep, cuddling into my father’s lovely blue wool…

Suddenly, I awoke to the sound of shouting and screaming. We were being raided by pirates. My father rammed the gate keeping us inside this pen letting us free. He told me to seek safety anywhere in the ship, so long as he could reach me. I climbed into a barrel, and watched as he rammed the other gates of the pens, freeing the many other animals aboard. Panic soon broke out after he did this… But I knew I was safe, so long as my mother & father were close. The crew above us were in panic too, being as they were being raided for all of their cargo… I can remember hearing them fighting above with the pirates… but they weren’t trained to fight… They were mainly farmers and fishermen, going to Dern to trade their cargo… The only one who was trained to fight was Bob. I remember seeing him fight with such strife and power… But it was all in vane… The pirates had their cannons, and he... he had a sword, he couldn’t do much against that… and as soon as it had started, it had ended. They fired multiple times at us, sinking the ship within a matter of minutes… All of the crew above were taken as hostages or killed on our boat. It was a truly gruesome sight to behold. The pirates came below deck quite quickly after they had fired at us. They grabbed barrels and crates and threw them onto their ship… Luckily for us, we were too big to be taken… and well, trying to get a swimming sheep out of water, isn’t the easiest job in the world, especially when the sheep is swimming in the middle of the sea. I was safe. I was in a barrel, not really… floating but it gave me some buoyancy… I paddled to my mother in this barrel, where I was placed atop her wool… It was magical wool… Pink and special… But anyway, that’s a tale for another time, I must carry on with the main story at hand…

Yes, I was on top of her with my father alongside us, with a couple other animals that could swim… After what felt like hours of swimming, we came across some towering islands, now known as Maro Peaks… We pulled ourselves ashore and collapsed on the gravel… We were all wet, cold and overall exhausted. So we rested all night, and by morning we were feeling much better… Most of the morning was us all finding out about each other. There was a cow named Mooington, a bull who was quite tough, but keen to human company. There was also a sheep similar to myself, he could speak some English and could stand, making himself almost look human. There was another sheep called Jeremey, who was quite a relaxed sheep like myself… who I think lives near Troms now… Anyway, there was a hen by the name of Cluckles, who was also quite aggressive… She had apparently lost her young to a cat owned by a strange hooded man… There was also a squid who said very little… he didn’t really do much other than help us to the island. And there was two young calves, who were the younger brothers of Mooington, who had been born on the ship… One looked like a normal cow… the other was redder and more aggressive… Hmm…

We finished the day by making a small shelter for us all to sleep at… Before we could go to sleep, we were interrupted by a man arriving at the island. It was Bob, he had escaped on a small lifeboat. We showed us his true powers that evening, he showed us everything from magic, to building. He was a truly wonderful man. The next day, we got onto his lifeboat and sailed south until we hit the province known as Wynn! Bob was a soldier for Ragni, a large Kingdom in Wynn… Any-who, most of us followed Bob about, learning some of his magic and skills… but my mother said it was too dangerous for me. So, I was kept back and followed the footsteps of a Mr M. Chops, the sheep similar to myself… We had quite a nice time together, we created a town together near the town of Nemract, a prosperous town indeed. But, when the battle of the Undead came to Nemract, we were useless so we had to move away closer to the ocean… There we set up a camp and began to dig into the hillside, where we could happily reside. Mr M. Chops recruited many people to join us, so that we had some protection if we needed it… By doing this, he became a Lord, Lord Mutton Chops. I wished him the best and returned back to my mother after I had helped him with this, but there wasn’t much point in doing this...

My mother had learned that her wool was somewhat valued around the towns, and that she was to leave, only returning to the Kingdom of Detlas every now and then for me to visit her… and with that bit of information she left, not leaving a trace of wool behind her… So I waited in Ragni for my father… which took months… maybe even years… either-way, in this time I met a wonderful chap under the name of Ackro. A creative man with wonderful ideas of grandeur for the province… After the seasons changed, I was reunited with my father Baab. He returned with Jeremy, Mooington, Cluckles and Bob. One night, they all went out drinking, leaving me behind… but it was quite alright being as I had my father’s company. We talked and he told me the tales of war that he’d seen… and he soon announced to me that he had made a pact with Bob, Mooington and Cluckles. Bob was to split his powers between them for one final battle, to end the war against the undead.

A week passed before the battle, a week that had been surprisingly quite… When the day came to fight, my father left without saying anything… as did the others… I was just left with Jeremy and a letter… A letter sealed tightly. Jeremy told me of the horrors he’d seen… and that he just couldn't bear to see anymore suffering… So he planned on leaving for Troms, where the battle wasn't so severe. Hours passed before they returned… and when they did, they were tired, bloodied and generally awful. My father didn’t look at me, he just walked with the others away… They stood in the middle of the gates and talked to one another in hushed tones. They all nodded and split off. Bob went back out onto the battlefield, Mooington went to the docks of Nemract with Cluckles and my father came to me and Jeremy. Jeremy handed him the letter and said his farewells to us… My father passed me the letter and left…

I was left alone. With nobody left I went to Lord M. Chops. He gave me some drink and food, and we sat down where I told him what had happened while I was away. After hours of talking and drinking we decided it was best for us to open the letter. Inside was some information regarding his whereabouts, along with some other details that are FAR too gruesome and disturbing to even write about… After reading the letter a few times, I grew tired and decided it would be best to call it a night.

The following morning, Lord M. Chops gave me a pair of keys to the residence and told me that this was now my home. And ever since, I have been with him. –Dictated but not read, Lamby~

 

Best story I've ever heard, Amazing.

 

I suggest you add alineas, this is really hard to read.

 

Shall do!

 

I need to make one.