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 />
gem in the center.<br />
“So, what's special about it? Seems like just a sword to me, though it is<br />
beautiful.”<br />
“I'm not entirely sure. The legend I was told is that this sword was forged in<br />
the lava pits of the dark god Ortaxxus, <strong>and</strong> my great ancestor fought on the front<br />
lines against the evil forces. The rebel leader at the time was knocked off his<br />
horse, <strong>and</strong> nearly slain, but my ancestor saved him. After the battle, the leader<br />
presented the sword as a token of appreciation. Supposedly the sword has a<br />
hidden power where if the right person wields it, the purple crystal opens up to<br />
make him faster <strong>and</strong> stronger. Or maybe there's nothing special about it, <strong>and</strong> it's<br />
just a part of my family's history, a relic with sentimental value.”<br />
“That's quite a history with the sword, if it's true. You talk of the old times,<br />
with the dark gods. My people don't really teach much about that, they prefer to<br />
look to the future <strong>and</strong> how to prosper with peace <strong>and</strong> trade.”<br />
“The old, dark times are to remind us of where we came from, <strong>and</strong> a<br />
cautious tale to never go back.”<br />
“I know, that's why myself <strong>and</strong> many others studied the old texts away from<br />
our teachers.” Zelendra pondered for a moment. “In fact, a lot of what I learned<br />
was outside of what they wanted.”<br />
“So, why did you leave?” Belfast asked, his gaze not leaving his sword.<br />
“What?”<br />
“You've never mentioned it, but it's very obvious that you ran away from<br />
home, probably under unpleasant circumstances.”<br />
“Wow, I guess I'm an open book.” Zelendra sighed <strong>and</strong> paced to the bench.<br />
“My people believe in fate, <strong>and</strong> that the oracles can see this fate, <strong>and</strong> what they<br />
see determines your whole life. It's stupid, unfair, <strong>and</strong> probably corrupt.”<br />
“Do you believe in fate?”<br />
“I do, somewhat, as long I agree with it.” Zelendra plopped down next to<br />
him, then touched the very hilt of his sword with the edge of her fingertips.<br />
“So you left because you disagreed with their decision.” Belfast stopped<br />
polishing to glance at her h<strong>and</strong>, <strong>and</strong> then her face.<br />
“Absolutely. What they wanted for my life, was not at all what I wanted.”<br />
“What do you want?”<br />
Staring into his eyes, her countenance melted like a c<strong>and</strong>le underneath a<br />
flaming ball of fire, her skin warmed with blood that boiled within, <strong>and</strong> her heart<br />
raced with lustful intentions. She agonized with anticipation towards their<br />
inevitable embrace as their lips came closer <strong>and</strong> closer.<br />
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!<br />
The ground trembled slightly at the sudden noise, <strong>and</strong> Zelendra jumped to<br />
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