Weeds Meads and Steeds PDF
After an alcoholic wizard accidentally curses a forest, it’s up to a group of misfit adventurers to set things right. There’s Dranden, a saddle maker wanting to boost his business; Belfast, a ruggedly handsome man who is also dangerously clumsy; Toble, a smelly, disgusting goblin who wants to do some good with his miserable, wretched existence; Rendle, a dull-witted academic who’s entirely obsessed with amphibians; and finally Zelendra, a half-elf priestess who ran away from home in search of true love. But their relatively easy quest of chopping down an infected tree quickly turns dangerous as they uncover a deeply sinister plot that’s bigger and far more ancient than any of them could imagine. With the entire kingdom at risk these brave souls must battle an ice elemental, survive their evil twins, traverse the shadow realm, and destroy a rampaging monster; all while tripping over, getting lucky, or taking naps – whatever works! They learn how to set aside their differences and grapple with life’s big questions such as; can you trust your perception of reality, is chasing after love a noble pursuit, what are the metaphysics of luck, and do frogs taste better than chickens?
After an alcoholic wizard accidentally curses a forest, it’s up to a group of misfit adventurers to set things right. There’s Dranden, a saddle maker wanting to boost his business; Belfast, a ruggedly handsome man who is also dangerously clumsy; Toble, a smelly, disgusting goblin who wants to do some good with his miserable, wretched existence; Rendle, a dull-witted academic who’s entirely obsessed with amphibians; and finally Zelendra, a half-elf priestess who ran away from home in search of true love.
But their relatively easy quest of chopping down an infected tree quickly turns dangerous as they uncover a deeply sinister plot that’s bigger and far more ancient than any of them could imagine. With the entire kingdom at risk these brave souls must battle an ice elemental, survive their evil twins, traverse the shadow realm, and destroy a rampaging monster; all while tripping over, getting lucky, or taking naps – whatever works!
They learn how to set aside their differences and grapple with life’s big questions such as; can you trust your perception of reality, is chasing after love a noble pursuit, what are the metaphysics of luck, and do frogs taste better than chickens?
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G AT E OF T HE DEAT HSTA LK ER<br />
“I noticed you talking to your horse earlier as you loaded your bags.” He<br />
said.<br />
“Yes,” Zelendra smiled, “I apologized to her for the weight of the bags, <strong>and</strong><br />
I promised to lighten the load once we come across the first township.”<br />
“She seems quite fond of you, like you have an infinity with horses.”<br />
“I grew up on my parent's horse ranch. We bred, raised, <strong>and</strong> trained them for<br />
all sorts of purposes.” Zelendra stroked her horse's mane. “Her name is Starla<br />
because of the white star shape on her forehead.”<br />
“Beautiful chestnut coloring. Is she one that your family raised?”<br />
“Unfortunately no, I had to leave all of them behind when I decided to<br />
leave.” Zelendra said, glancing a few times at Belfast. “The one you're riding<br />
Belfast, his name is Aruna, it's a Tundian word for sweet, because he really likes<br />
sweet foods.”<br />
Belfast grunted at first, then sighed with regret at his own stubbornness to<br />
talk. But how could he? Zelendra looked like a different woman entirely. When<br />
she had stumbled into his arms by slipping on the wagon stairs, her body was<br />
lumpy, bloated, <strong>and</strong> lopsided – now she looked to be anything but those things.<br />
No, not anything, she was gorgeous, <strong>and</strong> distracting. And he desperately wanted<br />
to focus on his quest. The last thing he needed was a beautiful girl getting hurt<br />
around him, <strong>and</strong> especially because of him.<br />
“Thank you for letting me borrow Aruna.” He finally said. “I am truly<br />
grateful for your generosity. The horse that I rode, the one taken by those b<strong>and</strong>its,<br />
was named Turkley, because he was raised around a bunch of turkeys, <strong>and</strong> often<br />
acted like he was one.”<br />
“That's funny.” Zelendra laughed. “I love it when an animal thinks it's<br />
something that it's not.”<br />
“But who knows what those vile women have done to him.” Belfast said as<br />
he drooped his head in sorrow. “I may never see him again, <strong>and</strong> he may never see<br />
another turkey.”<br />
“Don't worry.” Zelendra said. “You'll cure yourself, <strong>and</strong> then you can go<br />
back <strong>and</strong> rescue him.”<br />
“My horse's name is Coco.” Dr<strong>and</strong>en said, wanting to lighten the mood. “I<br />
guess because he's brown, I'm not sure since I borrowed him from my cousin-inlaw.”<br />
Realizing that's all he could say on the matter, he looked over to Pournel for<br />
some input. “Hey Pournel, what's your horse's name?”<br />
“What?” Pournel asked, drifting in <strong>and</strong> out of thought.<br />
“What's the name of your horse?”<br />
“His name is Pix. Very gentle, but also shy.” Pournel went back to puffing<br />
on his pipe.<br />
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