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 />
derogatory words about someone's family member, <strong>and</strong> Huttonbut lifted his h<strong>and</strong><br />
in the air to protest. He stormed the huddled mass to shout his case <strong>and</strong> left<br />
Pournel <strong>and</strong> Dr<strong>and</strong>en to the side.<br />
“We don't have weeks.” Pournel whispered sternly, his beard becoming<br />
ruffled at the words. “The Baobab tree became very aggressive just at our mere<br />
presence, <strong>and</strong> has already grown strong in these past centuries, so who knows<br />
how much longer it will wait before doing something more drastic. Perhaps even<br />
a full scale invasion.”<br />
Nodding in agreement, Dr<strong>and</strong>en searched the room for others, hoping to find<br />
any stray politician who could help. In the far back were some vagrants trying<br />
not to be seen, only here because it was a warm place to sleep. Lawyers sat in the<br />
second row of benches, nibbling on their lunches <strong>and</strong> talking to one another<br />
about matters of policy. In separate corners on the ground floor, two typists<br />
vigorously pricked their writing-gadgets with their fingertips, hurriedly copying<br />
everything the councilors woefully uttered. One of the typists was clearly on the<br />
verge of collapse by leaning precariously to his side. Then finally, Dr<strong>and</strong>en saw<br />
judge Cotsbot sitting up high near the rafters with his face buried in his h<strong>and</strong>s<br />
<strong>and</strong> taking a nap.<br />
“Cotsbot!” Dr<strong>and</strong>en said. “Let's see what he has to say.”<br />
Approaching the sleeping judge with caution, Dr<strong>and</strong>en reached out <strong>and</strong><br />
shook Cotsbot's shoulder. Snoring awake, he wiped the drool from his chin <strong>and</strong><br />
looked warily upon the two with sensitive eyes.<br />
“Judge Cotsbot, it's me Dr<strong>and</strong>en Pipperwhip <strong>and</strong> Pournel Brewsworth.”<br />
“Yes, of course I know who you two are.” Cotsbot grumped, rubbing his<br />
forehead as if soothing a headache. “Why would you wake me? What's the<br />
meaning of this?”<br />
“Sorry. We just seem to be in the middle of a problem, a government<br />
problem.”<br />
Cotsbot grunted <strong>and</strong> then chuckled, nodding his head in acknowledgement.<br />
“Yes, they have been at each other all night <strong>and</strong> all morning. But it's nothing<br />
unusual.”<br />
“We're told it may be weeks before anything can be done.”<br />
“Weeks! That's if you're lucky. No, it'll be longer, I can tell. The Razorbacks<br />
are holding out for something else, I'm not sure what, but this is a political<br />
power-play of some kind.” Cotsbot squinted his eyes like he envisioned some<br />
devious plot.<br />
“I too enjoy some good politicking.” Pournel said. “I find the treacherous<br />
back-stabbing <strong>and</strong> endless speeches very amusing.”<br />
“Then you may like this group here.” Cotsbot said. “Ruthless <strong>and</strong> cruel, no<br />
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