Update #27 666.666 barrier breached! Weresheep Of The Flock Unite!
If you have no idea who the weresheep are, have a look at [url]www.weresheep.net[/url]. They are a group of backers who helped us tremendously throughout this campaign, and to thank them we included this secret stretch goal. Now that it is unlocked, they will become part of the lore of Divinity: Original Sin, and they will be included in the game. However, there are mysteries to be solved if you want to unleash the terrible secret of the Weresheep... Weresheep lore Dropping Hints And Picking Them Up
The weresheep are real. We are sure of it. But no one has actually seen one. Or perhaps that should be - no one has ever lived to tell of an encounter with these most bizarre and bloody beasts.
We've been told that to find them, many a hint need to be picked up. Some are so subtle that even a Source Hunter would be forgiven for letting the trail grow cold. Dyed-In-The-Werewool
Everybody knows that if you can find a weresheep and kill it in combat, the great prize to be obtained is werewool! Its magical properties allow adventurers to craft weapons, pieces of armour and other items of great and fabled powers. Not to mention they're cosy, snug and warm!
But where to find a weresheep? Perhaps the legend of Falcon Black contains a clue...
The Mysterious, Unverified, Probably Untrue, But Wondrous Legend Of The Mighty Weresheep
video link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=KvyvEpN38WY
There once was a wizard called Falcon Black, and he believed in the existence of weresheep. Until he was quite old he had never even heard of them, but one day, as he sat sipping beer in his favourite tavern, a bard arrived from a far away land and started to tell a tale; a strange legend about a lady from the sky who granted a luckless farmer his wish.
Wolves had killed his one sheep upon which the survival of his very family depended. The sheep will live, the lady promised, if you become the sheep. The farmer agreed, but something went wrong - deeply, unsettlingly wrong. The creature became restless; it lusted for blood.
Horrified by its own inclinations it hid in an undiscoverable lair, but once in a long, long while its bloodlust would overtake its reason and it would go out in search of prey. Come the morning, its woollen coat would be dripping with scarlet, and soon another weresheep would flock to the secret lair, for the victim whose blood he had drank in the night, in turn became a weresheep.
How many of them hide there now, no one can say, but one day the lair won't be able to hold them all and the weresheep will be unleashed ...
Falcon Black was mesmerised by the story and started to research the legend in The House That Holds All Books: the great library of Maxosbridge Academy. Not only did he find not a single trace of lore about the weresheep, he was also subjected to great ridicule by his fellow wizards. He was not to be deterred though. He sought the bard who told him the tale and asked him where he had heard the story. In Andavale, came the reply, at the court of Lord Crash, before it was utterly destroyed in a single night. There was blood everywhere, but not a single corpse was found.
And so it was that Falcon Black set sail for Andavale. He was never heard of again.