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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THE ACCOUNT ING<br />
“Orderlies! Apprehend that man at once!” Cotsbot comm<strong>and</strong>ed, pointing his<br />
finger at the man who was already pushing through the crowd <strong>and</strong> bolting out the<br />
door. “Dr<strong>and</strong>en, please continue.”<br />
“The account of Pipperwhip the first <strong>and</strong> Pournel is contained in this<br />
journal,” Dr<strong>and</strong>en said, holding up the journal for all to see, “passed down in my<br />
family, but consists of only three or so lines <strong>and</strong> a drawing.”<br />
“Please read them.”<br />
“Quote; 'I met the wizard Pournel Brewsworth while on my way to the pub.<br />
After showing him my yard, he put a curse on the weeds so it would become<br />
perfect, in exchange for a jade dragon watch. I've chosen to commission a full<br />
portrait to be painted in his honor.' Then the entry goes on complaining for many<br />
pages how artists charge exorbitant rates <strong>and</strong> that he was only able to afford a<br />
rough sketch from a street vendor.”<br />
“That's pretty much the account I was told as well.” Pournel said, shaking<br />
the very tip of his pointy hat as he nodded.<br />
“Oh, there's one more thing a little later. It reads, 'He smelt like a mix of<br />
warm br<strong>and</strong>y <strong>and</strong> sweet daffodils'.”<br />
Cotsbot leaned over slightly <strong>and</strong> attempted to smell Pournel, but then pulled<br />
away. “Pournel, does this describe you?”<br />
“I suppose it does.” The wizard answered. “The drawing also shows a<br />
remarkable resemblance.”<br />
“It's the same drawing I found deep within the Chronicles.” Meeky said with<br />
a burst of enthusiasm from the witness bench, reminding the court of his<br />
undoubtedly paramount contribution. His cheeks were red <strong>and</strong> his short stubby<br />
fingers flapped as he tried to fan himself. He also had trouble breathing the stuffy<br />
air <strong>and</strong> made a slight wheezing sound.<br />
“Thank you Mr. Pottenshot for the tireless work that you do, whatever that<br />
may be at this time.” Judge Cotsbot said to a smiling Meezy. “Now that we have<br />
established that Brewsworth did in fact put a curse on Pipperwhip's weeds, we<br />
must now connect this curse to the decline of the forest. This again leaves us at<br />
the mercy of the accused, because no matter how much this court has searched,<br />
there's not a curse expert within a week's ride from here, <strong>and</strong> no one that this<br />
court can afford. Pournel, can you tell us how do curses work? Is there a<br />
possibility that your curse could have spread from the weeds to the forest?”<br />
“Curses do many things, so I suppose it's possible.” Pournel said. The crowd<br />
began to murmur their judgements, but the wizard continued. “It depends entirely<br />
on what curse I used, <strong>and</strong> that, I do not remember.”<br />
“Is there an inspection you can perform that will determine the curse used?”<br />
“That's it!” Pournel brightened as if remembering an ancient lesson. “A<br />
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