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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W E EDS, MEA DS, & S T EEDS<br />
to think of a way out. “Well, she's a student, <strong>and</strong> – um – I'm struggling with<br />
saying something nice about her, which is what my sonnet is about; about my<br />
feelings for her, the deep emotions that I feel, for her.”<br />
“Do you want my advice?”<br />
“Sure.” Rendle said, happy that he didn't have to describe his whole<br />
predicament.<br />
“Don't say something about her physical appearance. And what I mean is<br />
that, it's a very risky thing to do. Many women may have a slight problem with<br />
something about themselves, <strong>and</strong> if she doesn't already know you very well, she<br />
may think that you mentioning her physical parts, especially as the first thing you<br />
notice, may be seen as creepy, or even an insult.”<br />
“Really?” Rendle furrowed his brow in confusion. “So I shouldn't tell her<br />
she's beautiful?”<br />
“Not really, not unless you two are already close. You see, for myself, there<br />
were certain physical parts of me that I hid, while I worked with the<br />
Wonderlings, <strong>and</strong> if anyone mentioned these parts of me, saying that they like<br />
them, or whatever, I didn't like that type of attention. I usually avoided them<br />
afterwards.”<br />
“What should I do?”<br />
“You need to find something the other's don't see. Every guy is attracted to<br />
pretty hair, a nice smile, big breasts, so that's not going to impress her if you<br />
admit to it. Instead, tell her something the other guys don't see, something she<br />
may not see herself.”<br />
Rendle stood silent for a moment in thought. “I'm not sure what?”<br />
“If you truly love the girl, then you should know what's attracting you to her.<br />
Is she goofy, is she smart, what's her favorite activities, what is she passionate<br />
about? And you should also be what she wants. If she's into music, then be a<br />
musician, if she's into intellectuals, then try to be that, or if she's into sports, be<br />
athletic.”<br />
Rendle's spirit sunk with each word because he was none of those things,<br />
especially not athletic. And his sonnet, so far, was filled with praise for Pearlith's<br />
attractiveness; how she looked great in red, that her smile vanquished a gloom<br />
day, <strong>and</strong> her curly hair was as smooth <strong>and</strong> shiny like a frog's backside struck with<br />
moonlight.<br />
Damn those Furpletromp players that were always talking to her! If<br />
Zelendra is right, <strong>and</strong> there's no reason to think she's lying, then Pearlith may<br />
already love someone else, that her heart belonged to another, which may include<br />
one of those stupid players. But Rendle had made sure this wasn't so, with all<br />
those sleepless nights outside in the cold or rain, watching her dormitory window<br />
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