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 ACADEMIC<br />
sharply in the flat air. “Rendle Bottenshoad.”<br />
Turning to his dean with surprise, Rendle mumbled, “You know my name?”<br />
“Of course I know your name, I know all my student's names, especially my<br />
best students.”<br />
“Your best students?”<br />
“Ha ha, so modest.” Tanor turned to Pournel. “Rendle is the top of his field,<br />
one of the brightest, a very fast learner, <strong>and</strong> quick on his feet.”<br />
“Is he now?” Pournel said, slightly raising an eyebrow. “What's your field of<br />
study?”<br />
Rendle opened his mouth to speak but Tanor interrupted.<br />
“He is currently on his way to earn a diploma in ecology. Being so<br />
passionately devoted to the subject, he spends many more hours in the library<br />
than average.”<br />
“With an emphasis in amphibians.” Rendle's soft voice added.<br />
“Since he has such an insatiable curiosity in all manner of subjects,” Tanor<br />
continued, “it's hard to put any restricting emphasis on him. Currently in his final<br />
year, he will surely l<strong>and</strong> a cushy job with the state somewhere.”<br />
“What's your grade average?” Pournel asked.<br />
“It's currently at...” Rendle began to answer.<br />
“What do grades matter?” Tanor interrupted again. “One cannot explain<br />
genius with a grading system. Many intellectuals in the past were considered mad<br />
by using the st<strong>and</strong>ards of their time. Rendle is everything you need; nothing less<br />
<strong>and</strong> possibly a whole lot more.”<br />
“May I ask what this is about?” Rendle's question fell on deaf ears.<br />
“What I actually need is someone within the field of botany,” Pournel<br />
pointed at the paper he had set upon Tanor's desk, “maybe a student that matches<br />
the list of attributes I provided.”<br />
“Rubbish.” Tanor crumpled up the list <strong>and</strong> tossed it into a nearby trash<br />
bucket. “Rendle, from what our resident botanist tells me, is a very astute<br />
student, perhaps one of the best we've had in a long while.”<br />
“I am?” Rendle's eyes widened.<br />
“Ha, there's that modesty again. That's what I like about you. Having Rendle<br />
go will be tough on the school since he provides us with so much, but this quest<br />
of yours is obviously more important so I cannot refuse.”<br />
“What quest? What's happening?” Asked Rendle with no one paying<br />
attention.<br />
“Maybe I should speak to the resident botanist myself,” Pournel said, “to get<br />
this praise from his own lips.”<br />
“The botanist is currently away I'm afraid, off doing research in another l<strong>and</strong><br />
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