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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C HASI NG R ABBITS<br />
pulled himself into the driver's compartment, which had a soft leather chair,<br />
many small buttons, several long levers, <strong>and</strong> two pedals. There was a small hole<br />
on the bottom, a place where a bolt should be but was missing, <strong>and</strong> Toble peered<br />
out of it to inspect the group as they entered.<br />
“See here!” The wizard said, stepping further into the basement. “Footprints<br />
in the dust.”<br />
“I don't see anything.” A small young man, who wore some strange looking<br />
hat <strong>and</strong> clothes, said in his weak nasal voice.<br />
“Are you sure you see footprints?” The one dressed like a commoner asked.<br />
“There's barely any dust on the ground, or anywhere.”<br />
“I'm sure of it. A wizard's perception is far superior.” Staring at the floor, the<br />
wizard turned sharply, as if following a trail of prints, but viciously bumped into<br />
the smaller young man, which knocked him flat to the floor. “Sorry Rendle, I<br />
didn't see you there. Are you alright?”<br />
“Don't worry, I'm fine.” Rendle said as he slowly picked himself up.<br />
“Even though I haven't been here for some time, it appears to me that<br />
someone has disturbed this place <strong>and</strong> it's not Henry, though I see his paw prints<br />
here also.”<br />
“How is this place so clean?” The commoner gazed curiously at the ground.<br />
“Since you said you haven't been here in a while.”<br />
“I have a groundskeeper named Marfus.”<br />
“Could it be his footprints?” The tall dark haired man asked with his strong<br />
voice.<br />
“Highly unlikely, because Marfus is a plant, a giant vine to be exact. So he<br />
leaves no footprints. See, here he is now.”<br />
Pointing to a crack in the wall, a vine snaked through <strong>and</strong> held at it's end a<br />
duster <strong>and</strong> pan. Starting in the corner, it began to sweep, but the wizard shooed<br />
the plant away, not wanting the evidence to be destroyed. He then went through<br />
the room <strong>and</strong> followed the trail.<br />
“It appears the prints go down the stairs, around the base of the cabinets,<br />
across this stack of baskets, then up...” The wizard fell silent <strong>and</strong> gazed at the<br />
mechobird.<br />
Toble backed away from the peep hole <strong>and</strong> looked around for a weapon. It<br />
was only a matter of moments, maybe less, before he was discovered, <strong>and</strong> he<br />
certainly wasn't going down without a fight, even against a wizard. Finding<br />
nothing at all, he leaned backwards in defeat, knowing that he was sure to be<br />
executed on the spot, or even worse, since death would be desirable compared to<br />
what wizards can do to those who offend them. Leaning back too far, Toble<br />
pressed against one of the pedals, <strong>and</strong> the mechobird tilted to the right.<br />
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