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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LITT L E INT RUDER<br />
skin now was some sort of wondrous luck; perhaps a tree could fall <strong>and</strong> kill them<br />
all?<br />
The sibling's argument became more cross, especially from the younger<br />
brother that held the sword, who obviously wanted to kill Toble right then <strong>and</strong><br />
there. The human also looked around suspiciously, as if anticipating an attack<br />
from more goblins nearby. But the she-elf steadied their paranoia <strong>and</strong> calmed<br />
their blood lust.<br />
Toble had come across elvish words before within a book that was<br />
plundered, but hearing it now, with it's own peculiar phonetics <strong>and</strong> timbre, those<br />
lifeless letters on the page jumped to life <strong>and</strong> danced within his strange goblin<br />
mind. As they moved their lips <strong>and</strong> bent their tongues, they displayed the<br />
foundation for how to speak the language, which caused Toble's own mouth to<br />
naturally twitch <strong>and</strong> contort in imitation.<br />
The older elf, who stood to the side, finally silenced the two younger ones<br />
<strong>and</strong> spoke with a voice as smooth as stones in a river. He was giving a comm<strong>and</strong>,<br />
<strong>and</strong> it made the young elf with the sword roll his eyes in irritation, as if the matter<br />
was settled without his approval.<br />
The she-elf smiled <strong>and</strong> twirled her slender h<strong>and</strong> in the air, comm<strong>and</strong>ing<br />
Toble to turn around, which he did so very carefully. He knew that any sudden<br />
movement would surely mean death.<br />
Pulling out a pair of shackles from his pack, the human bound Toble's feet<br />
<strong>and</strong> neck, <strong>and</strong> pulled on him with a short metal pole to keep a safe distance. The<br />
bindings were normally used to drag along the carcass of a large animal after<br />
hunting, but the group had no other bindings, <strong>and</strong> they fit the goblin well enough.<br />
Going back to the pathway <strong>and</strong> heading further into the forest, the she-elf<br />
took out her flute once again <strong>and</strong> played a tune to pass the time. The melody<br />
drifted around them, bouncing off the thick trunks <strong>and</strong> catching the attention of<br />
many birds, which began to chirp to it's tempo.<br />
Toble was tempted to whistle, but then thought it best not to accidentally<br />
provoke the wrath of his captors, especially the younger brother, who<br />
occasionally glared at him with malicious eyes.<br />
Nestled between a cluster of massive oaks was a small encampment that had<br />
thin wooden walls, moss encrusted rope bridges, <strong>and</strong> a few dusty, leaf covered<br />
tents. They locked Toble in a cage originally designed to hold chickens, to keep<br />
them safe from roaming wolves or other predators, but now re-purposed to keep<br />
Toble from harming any of them.<br />
He wasn't sure why they were so afraid. Three elves <strong>and</strong> a human against<br />
one little scrawny goblin? He probably couldn't even get close enough to bite one<br />
of their ankles before being struck dead. But they took every precaution by<br />
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