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 />
And it's shaped like a flower pot, although one could think it's like a mug of<br />
beer.”<br />
“I see,” said the old man, “sorry for the intrusion.”<br />
“Don't worry about it.” She smiled with wrinkled, rosy cheeks. “I'm closed<br />
for the day, gotta get my beauty rest, but you're more than welcome to come by<br />
tomorrow. I offer a wide variety of flowers for any occasion. Even a few magical<br />
ones.”<br />
“Magical ones, is that so?” The old man's eyes lit up for a moment. “Maybe<br />
I will come by to see for myself.”<br />
“Hello Miss Pulweather.” Dr<strong>and</strong>en said, stopping for a moment to talk.<br />
“How's business lately?”<br />
“Hi!” She called out. “Business has been hectic, so many orders it's hard to<br />
keep up for a woman my age. I'm closing shop today just to catch up on rest.<br />
How have you been? It's been more than a while since I last saw you.”<br />
“Well, that's because I've given up on my yard. Nothing ever grows there<br />
except grass.”<br />
“Yes, that's right.” She pointed at Dr<strong>and</strong>en but talked to the old man. “This<br />
one here, bought so many flowers <strong>and</strong> plants from me for some time, almost<br />
bought my whole shop, but had the worst luck. It's as if his yard rejects<br />
everything, like it's cursed.”<br />
“Like a curse on a yard you say?” The old man squinted his eyes in thought.<br />
“For some reason that sounds familiar.”<br />
Miss Pulweather waved goodbye, went back into her shop, <strong>and</strong> closed the<br />
door firmly shut. Dr<strong>and</strong>en also waved goodbye <strong>and</strong> then walked right next to the<br />
old man where he got a good look at his bulbous nose, long white beard, <strong>and</strong><br />
wrinkled forehead.<br />
The stunned Pipperwhip froze in place with an open jaw.<br />
“You!” Dr<strong>and</strong>en blurted out.<br />
“Me?”<br />
“You – you're a wizard, right?”<br />
“Well, as a matter of fact I am.” The old man pulled out a pointy hat from<br />
inside his grey robe <strong>and</strong> placed it on his head. “It's good to know I don't always<br />
need my hat for others to recognize that I'm a wizard, because this thing gets<br />
warm in the summer. Good day to you.”<br />
“Wait a minute.” Dr<strong>and</strong>en stepped in front of him. “Is your name Pournel<br />
Brewsworth?”<br />
“It is. I see my reputation precedes me.”<br />
“It certainly does.” Dr<strong>and</strong>en said sharply. “Especially with what you did the<br />
last time you were here.”<br />
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