Weeds Meads and Steeds PDF

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stretch and warp if you like?”
“No, no. I think I can live with my disappointment.” Dranden said. “Simple
is better.”
“We thought so too.” Pournel swung open the basement door, and led
everyone out.
The humble home of Baroof Pennyshoe was much smaller than Pournel's
mansion, being one large circle instead of an array of rooms interconnected with
hallways. Here, every room was visible to every other room; the dining hall was
across from the bedroom, the study was across from the food pantry, and the
laboratory was across from the bath. It all existed together within a large sphere
and upon three stories, accessible by wooden steps that were scattered
throughout.
“Baroof has always had trouble remembering where he put things or the
items he owns,” Pournel said, glancing around, “like a living embodiment of the
expression; out of sight, out of mind. He has built his house to combat that, so
nothing is ever out of sight.”
Pointing to the entrance door, Pournel led them out and down a winding
pathway to a main road. Looking back, the house had a giant bulbous shape, like
an onion, and it sat on top a hill near a stretch of green pastures that contained
many fruit trees and flowering plants.
“Do all wizards have such vast gardens?” Belfast asked.
“Not all, but it does help pass the time.” Brewsworth answered. “Let us ride
swiftly, we should make it to the capital city Vallea by midday.”
Named after the large river that ran through most of it, the Tallamoor
kingdom was shut off from the rest of the world by the sharp jagged mountains
that encompassed all sides of the land. Legends speak that an ancient dark god
once ruled these lands, and the god pulled up the very rocks from the ground as a
deterrent to keep intruders from invading. This created a natural barrier of mostly
impassible terrain where each mountain was rough and deadly, and littered with
pools of acid that would suddenly surge from the ground to instantly dissolve any
unfortunate victim in it's path. This forced modern day travelers to choose one of
only three routes; the eastern, southern, and western highways.
“When the dark god Tallam was struck dead,” Pournel said instructively,
talking over the clomping of their horse's hooves, “the locals believe his
venomous blood streamed all across the mountain tops, existing to this day as
bright green pools of bubbling acid. Luckily we avoided having to travel through
the southern pass and skipped over many hardships. Now the road is easy, with
only a few bumps here and there. Unfortunately, the western highway cannot be
used because an invading orc force has occupied it for over a year now.”
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