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 LOS E CALL<br />
Moving within the shadows of the many tall bushes that ran along the<br />
garden was Rendle, who slowly crept around. He was spying on Zelendra as she<br />
cared for the horses. No, not spying, he shook his head to correct the thought. He<br />
was merely observing the half-elf in her natural habitat, exactly in the manner a<br />
good academic would do for any other creature, despite what others think.<br />
He had left the wizard's study because being surrounded with an abundance<br />
of material about alcoholic beverages was not inspiring any romantic feelings for<br />
his sonnet. He spotted her down below from the balcony <strong>and</strong> remembered being<br />
motivated by her red dress, so he thought perhaps gazing at her some more would<br />
do the trick.<br />
Zelendra certainly had many curves that caught the eye, <strong>and</strong> was taller than<br />
Pearlith, but the half-pointy ears <strong>and</strong> dark blue hair was too exotic for Rendle's<br />
tastes.<br />
That could be it! He thought. An exotic look that only Peralith possesses.<br />
Excited from getting a new idea, Rendle accidentally stepped sideways on a rock<br />
<strong>and</strong> fell down.<br />
Lifting himself off the ground <strong>and</strong> brushing off the dirt, he looked around to<br />
see if he was spotted, but Zelendra was already walking towards him.<br />
“Hi Rendle.” She said while waving, but without a smile.<br />
“Hi.” Rendle muttered under his breath, glancing at the approaching<br />
Tundian with wide eyes. Did she see him spying? Was she mad because of him?<br />
Did she misinterpret his observing the wrong way? Will she tell the others? Many<br />
questions filled his mind, all of them paralyzing <strong>and</strong> electrifying.<br />
“Hi Rendle.” She said again, trying to elicit a response from the frozen<br />
academic. “Are you taking a walk?”<br />
Rendle held out his h<strong>and</strong>, stuck out his thumb in no particular direction, <strong>and</strong><br />
unhinged his mouth, but didn't make a sound because his voice had ab<strong>and</strong>oned<br />
him.<br />
“Can't blame you,” she continued, “it's such a nice looking garden, I thought<br />
I'd go for a ride.”<br />
“Yes.” Rendle finally blurted out, struggling to maintain a calm demeanor.<br />
“I was just walking, around here, trying to think of my sonnet.” He bit his tongue<br />
at the words.<br />
“Sonnet? Why are you writing a sonnet? You don't seem like the poet type,<br />
nor a song writer.” Zelendra suddenly gasped <strong>and</strong> widened her eyes. “It's for a<br />
girl!” She clasped her h<strong>and</strong>s together <strong>and</strong> inhaled with a squeal. “Ooooh, that's so<br />
sweet! Who is she? Is she at the university? A student? Teacher? Is she pretty?<br />
Does she like you? Tell me everything!”<br />
Rendle's head wobbled a little as he rolled his eyes across the horizon, trying<br />
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