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 />
never seen before, Zelendra wondered about eating them all or saving some for<br />
planting. She popped a few tart berries in her mouth <strong>and</strong> chewed with glee. Her<br />
tongue salivated for more but she had to resist, or else spoil dinner.<br />
Having gone around the whole garden <strong>and</strong> grove, which exp<strong>and</strong>ed for<br />
several acres, she was now back near the stables that overlooked the mansion.<br />
The architecture was erratic <strong>and</strong> spontaneous, like different styles were built on<br />
top of each other, or added later, resembling the disjointed <strong>and</strong> confused thoughts<br />
of an old drunk; but it all worked together somehow.<br />
There were several smaller buildings around the mansion as well, including<br />
the stables, but most of them were unassuming <strong>and</strong> likely only storage sheds<br />
packed with equipment to take care of such a massive property.<br />
One building, with a smooth dome roof, was off to the side, <strong>and</strong> black<br />
smoke billowed from it's chimney. Zelendra wondered who could be in there;<br />
Pournel was making dinner, Rendle was trying to write a sonnet, Dr<strong>and</strong>en was<br />
making a saddle, <strong>and</strong> the goblin was probably torturing some small helpless<br />
animal somewhere – only Belfast was unaccounted for so it had to be him.<br />
Approaching the open door, light from a fire flickered against the wood<br />
grain <strong>and</strong> Zelendra turned the corner to enter. The building was for smithing <strong>and</strong><br />
had a wide furnace within it's rounded wall. Belfast sat upon a stone bench with<br />
his sword laid on his lap as he polished the blade. He looked up upon hearing her<br />
footsteps <strong>and</strong> tried to hide a smile, then focused on the sword again.<br />
“Hi Zelendra.” He said. “Have you been exploring the area?”<br />
“I have, <strong>and</strong> I've discovered at least two new berries, <strong>and</strong> one new nut<br />
variety.”<br />
“This place is rather spectacular, out of all the things the wizard's discovered<br />
in the world, he's brought back the best of it.”<br />
“Yes, except people,” Zelendra squinted her eyes, “there doesn't seem to be<br />
anyone else around, like, at all.”<br />
“True, it feels isolated, which might be why he's not here often, as he said.”<br />
“Is this what you do to take the edge off?” Zelendra smirked. “Polish your<br />
sword?”<br />
“This sword is a family heirloom, passed down through countless<br />
generations. I'm lucky to have it, though technically I shouldn't.”<br />
“So you stole it.” Zelendra shook her head in disappointment. “From your<br />
own family no less.”<br />
“Not steal, borrow. I'm in line to inherent the sword, so I simply gave myself<br />
early access.”<br />
“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”<br />
Belfast smiled <strong>and</strong> began rubbing the cross-guard, which had a deep purple<br />
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