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 />
“So, what's with the rabbit?” Zelendra asked, glancing with curiosity at the<br />
rabbit as it munched on an assortment of raw vegetables already laid out <strong>and</strong><br />
separate from the feast.<br />
“His name is Henry, <strong>and</strong> he was formerly a human – a friend that I<br />
transformed.” Pournel said. “Some wish to be something different than what they<br />
were born as, feeling that the body they were given by chance was a mistake.”<br />
“Is it just like what you said about transform spells, that Henry can change<br />
back at any time?” Dr<strong>and</strong>en asked.<br />
“Of course. But Henry has been a rabbit now for longer than he was a<br />
human, so I don't think he could function correctly anymore if he changed back,<br />
which is fine because this is the form he most wants to be in.”<br />
“If there was ever a form I could take, I'd be a horse.” Zelendra said with a<br />
hiccup, sipping down the last of her drink. “But no, I think I'm good with being<br />
Tundian. We're like, awesome, you know?”<br />
“Tundian is a mix between humans <strong>and</strong> elves, right?” Belfast asked.<br />
“Yes, sort of.” Zelendra nodded with wobbling eyes. “That's what I'm told at<br />
least. When the ancient high elves were still around, some of them boinked it<br />
with some humans, which resulted in us half breeds.” Zelendra set her empty<br />
glass down, being extra careful not to drop it or set it on something, <strong>and</strong> looked<br />
for the red pitcher again.<br />
Pournel snatched up the pitcher before she could reach for it, jiggled it a<br />
little, <strong>and</strong> then shrugged. “Sorry, looks like it's fresh out.”<br />
“What?” Zelendra's head titled. “You've had like – a hundred drinks just<br />
today – <strong>and</strong> I've had only one. I can't be drunk, can I?” She turned to the others<br />
<strong>and</strong> squinted. “I feel drunk, though. I must be blinking a lot because I do that –<br />
the lights, they get so bright.” Zelendra closed her eyes <strong>and</strong> dazed off for a<br />
moment.<br />
“Pournel did warn us about the red pitchers.” Dr<strong>and</strong>en said, glad that he had<br />
second thoughts about drinking tonight.<br />
“Maybe some dessert before I have to sleep.” Zelendra snapped awake again<br />
from her drowsiness.<br />
At the comm<strong>and</strong> of Pournel, Marfus' vines snaked down from a hole in the<br />
ceiling <strong>and</strong> carried glass bowls filled with the evening's dessert.<br />
“Desert is your choice of pudding.” Pournel said, pointing to each one in<br />
turn. “Strawberry, dragonfruit, chocolate, or vanilla.<br />
“Strawberry.” Zelendra smiled. “My favorite, sweet <strong>and</strong> tart.”<br />
“Dragonfruit.” Dr<strong>and</strong>en cheered. “Sounds exotic, different than the usual.”<br />
“Chocolate.” Belfast nodded. “Always reliable, never fails.”<br />
“Vanilla.” Rendle mumbled. “Actually never mind, I can't eat anymore or I'll<br />
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