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 />
“The dean of botany?”<br />
Rendle hated botany. He always had to spend extra time just to drudge past<br />
the various names of trees <strong>and</strong> fauna. The only time anything really stuck is if it<br />
had something to do with amphibians, which unfortunately wasn't all that much.<br />
His grades suffered from this lack of enthusiasm <strong>and</strong> Rendle believed the botanist<br />
conspired to get him expelled by purposefully picking out unfavorable subjects<br />
that Rendle dreaded.<br />
“No, not the dean of botany.” The attendant said with irritation. “The big<br />
dean, the dean of deans. Tanor Grisvernus.”<br />
Tanor? Rendle wondered. What could he possibly want, especially now?<br />
Rendle walked these halls for nearly five years, <strong>and</strong> Tanor hadn't so much as said<br />
Rendle's name, <strong>and</strong> only barely looked in his direction a few times, which were<br />
all by accident. If Tanor wants to see him, it must be bad. “Did he say why?”<br />
“No, but he says it's important <strong>and</strong> you are to immediately come with me to<br />
his office.”<br />
As the two walked down the many hallways with the attendant in the lead,<br />
Rendle tried guessing at what it could be. Was he getting kicked out? Did his<br />
grades slip from being subaverage to well-below failing?<br />
It was probably that last botany project, Rendle surmised. The students were<br />
tasked with growing a magical flower of their choosing <strong>and</strong> to make notes of it's<br />
development stages, but Rendle just plain forgot about it. At the last moment<br />
before the project was due, he pulled up a flower from one of the school's front<br />
gardens, stuck it in a pot, forged the progress notes, <strong>and</strong> submitted it for review.<br />
The poor flower was half dead by the time the teacher looked at it, <strong>and</strong> certainly<br />
didn't survive the trip back to it's original plot of soil. The pathetic way it's stem<br />
limped over as it slowly died, still made Rendle shudder thinking about it. He<br />
certainly wouldn't like it if some callous giant creature ripped him out of his<br />
home <strong>and</strong> put him somewhere he didn't belong.<br />
Rendle was incredibly sensitive to such minor things <strong>and</strong> preferred to keep<br />
things, particularly living things, exactly the way he found them. But he was<br />
desperate <strong>and</strong> the flower was easily accessible. Sacrifices had to be made, <strong>and</strong><br />
Rendle chose to live with the guilt no matter how painful. Perhaps the flower<br />
forgave him just as it passed away <strong>and</strong> sunk into the dirt to become nutrients for<br />
the next generation. Or perhaps it whispered a curse – that Rendle should be<br />
kicked out of the school for incompetency. Magical flowers are rumored to do<br />
such things on occasion.<br />
The attendant led him through the student dormitory as a short cut to the<br />
faculty offices instead of having to go all the way around the school grounds.<br />
Some students were busy studying in their chambers, while others socialized<br />
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