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 />
“Sounds gory.” Zelendra raised an eye brow.<br />
“What can I say,” Belfast shrugged, “the city-types like gruesome stories.<br />
What are your beliefs about love?”<br />
“I suppose it's sacred, not really sure, but certainly feels like it is.”<br />
Zelendra's eyes drifted with thought. “I want to be ensnared by love, trapped by<br />
it's whims, <strong>and</strong> a slave to it's desires. I've been close, but haven't yet achieved it<br />
with anyone, for some reason or another. My heart pulls at me, guiding me with<br />
it's invisible strings. I'm able to resist, if I have to, but there's no fun in that.”<br />
“Indeed there's not.” Belfast smiled. “Tell me how your parents met.”<br />
As the others talked, Toble fidgeted in his saddle on top Tidbit the miniature<br />
donkey <strong>and</strong> couldn't help but glare with trepidation at the many walls of rock.<br />
This place reminded him of the Hallowed Steps, though different because of the<br />
green bushes scattered everywhere. But that only made it deadlier since there<br />
were plenty more hiding spots for an ambush.<br />
Toble was never good at detecting enemy forces, or friendly ones for that<br />
matter, since his senses weren't as sharp as other b<strong>and</strong>its. This was something<br />
didn't want to tell the wizard, so he could appear more useful than he really was<br />
<strong>and</strong> to be spared from a fate far worse than being brought halfway across the<br />
world in some quest for an axe.<br />
The others in the group kept their distance, fearing a goblin's<br />
unpredictability, <strong>and</strong> Toble enjoyed the isolation since he couldn't participate in<br />
the conversation anyway. Overhearing the common language words like 'love'<br />
<strong>and</strong> 'affection', he didn't know the equivalent goblinese word without asking for a<br />
description, <strong>and</strong> that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. He may as well<br />
silently follow wherever the careless humans wanted to go, no matter how<br />
dangerous or strange. As long as they didn't make a pelt out of him, Toble would<br />
remain content.<br />
“Maybe we took a wrong turn.” Dr<strong>and</strong>en said with unease, after the<br />
conversation had dwindled to a contemplative silence. “It seems we've lost the<br />
beaten path underfoot a while ago, <strong>and</strong> the terrain has become more desolate.”<br />
“I've also noticed,” Belfast said, tilting his head toward the wary goblin,<br />
“that Toble's been getting more <strong>and</strong> more excited ever since we entered this<br />
area.”<br />
Toble was indeed excited, darting his eyes towards all the various shadows,<br />
twitching his floppy ears at every sound, <strong>and</strong> pointing his long nose at every<br />
rustling bush or falling twig.<br />
“The little scoundrel has gotten more agitated.” Dr<strong>and</strong>en nodded with<br />
agreement. He turned towards Toble to shout. “Do you spot anything?”<br />
“I see nothing.” Toble croaked, which was more true than he wanted to<br />
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