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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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Chapter 8<br />
Little Intruder<br />
After traveling for weeks, Toble made his first major stop at the edge of<br />
the nearest forest filled with wildlife <strong>and</strong> an array of vibrant, lush<br />
vegetation. With some effort <strong>and</strong> patience, he managed to catch a<br />
squirrel for dinner. This finally defeated the painful starvation that had tried to<br />
finish him off.<br />
He relaxed next to a small campfire <strong>and</strong> simply enjoyed the smell of cooked<br />
meat that lingered in the air <strong>and</strong> upon his breath. Soft grass chilled his sore feet,<br />
which had been burnt to a brown crisp by the bare faced stones of the rocky<br />
desert plains that broiled in the summer sun. He tried to wiggle his toes, but they<br />
barely responded. He may as well have walked for days on top of burning<br />
embers.<br />
Traveling exclusively at night would have been the normal way to cross the<br />
dangerous desert, since it would have avoided the brutal daylight. He could have<br />
also used his bedding sheets as makeshift s<strong>and</strong>als, to save his feet. But since Bur<br />
had kicked him out of the camp so suddenly, <strong>and</strong> because of the mission's<br />
impossible time restrictions, Toble couldn't gather any provisions for such a long<br />
<strong>and</strong> tedious journey.<br />
Toble was forced to eat the lichen from under rocks, which made his teeth<br />
more speckled green than normal. He even gnawed a bit on the sleeve of his sun<br />
battered linen shirt, pilfered from a slain dress maker, which had kept it's pleasant<br />
lavender smell despite being drenched in sweat <strong>and</strong> dirt. But it didn't taste nearly<br />
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