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 />
Tears of joy were replaced with sobs of children fretting about the stray pet that<br />
could not be found among the entanglement of exposed rotten roots.<br />
Funeral processions, however, did see an increase for a short while due to<br />
the forest's matching qualities of death, but even they ended because the food at<br />
the wake would be sapped of all taste by the stale dingy air, <strong>and</strong> replaced with the<br />
foul bitterness of relentless decay.<br />
After a century of slow demise, travelers altogether avoided the pathways<br />
into <strong>and</strong> around Hornbul forest, even nicknaming it Deathfall because all the<br />
animals had disappeared. Not one tittle of life could be found except for the<br />
legions of bugs that ate away the rotten wood. During the height of summer they<br />
made an annoying buzzing sound that could be heard throughout Lotshill.<br />
The horrible forest soon became a byword <strong>and</strong> excuse for the locals to use<br />
such as, “Sorry we're out of your favorite food, it's like a Deathfall supply here.”<br />
Or, “Will you keep it down, you're making a Deathfall racket.” And even for<br />
absent mother's or fathers, “Your parents didn't ab<strong>and</strong>on you, they just got lost<br />
within Deathfall.”<br />
Few locals remembered what happened between Pournel Brewsworth <strong>and</strong><br />
Dr<strong>and</strong>en Pipperwhip, that some sort of deal was made between the two, <strong>and</strong> since<br />
memory isn't perfect, history became legend, fact became myth, <strong>and</strong> the story<br />
became increasingly sinister. Currently told, it was a pact for power <strong>and</strong><br />
dominance, <strong>and</strong> the sacrifice of innocents was the price. Pournel was a<br />
malevolent necromancer wishing for chaos, <strong>and</strong> Dr<strong>and</strong>en was a maniacal rich<br />
baron desiring to rule. Both were defeated in the story, however, with the heroes<br />
b<strong>and</strong>ing together <strong>and</strong> either lobbing off the evil-doers' heads or entrapping them<br />
within a crystal vault <strong>and</strong> launching them into the sun. But no matter what ending<br />
the story was given, the forest remained dark <strong>and</strong> inhospitable; a serving<br />
reminder never to make a deal with a necromancer, <strong>and</strong> for children to always<br />
mind their parents, of course.<br />
This continued for five generations until finally coming to Dr<strong>and</strong>en<br />
Pipperwhip the fifth, the great great gr<strong>and</strong>child of Dr<strong>and</strong>en Pipperwhip, whom he<br />
resembled quite well, except slightly taller <strong>and</strong> with a softer chin.<br />
St<strong>and</strong>ing on his porch, Dr<strong>and</strong>en gazed with discontent upon the same yard<br />
that was behind the same house of his ancestor; property he had purchased back<br />
into the Pipperwhip family only a few years ago. The stubbornness of the grass<br />
confounded him, but this wasn't due to weeds, those were strangely nonexistent,<br />
the problem was that nothing else grew there – a grievous dilemma in itself.<br />
The yard remained strictly green grass as if it consciously rejected any other<br />
seed, including flowers <strong>and</strong> a popular type of colorful vine. Normally this<br />
wouldn't be an issue, but currently there was no way he could win his<br />
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