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 />
double checking the sturdiness of the lock <strong>and</strong> patting him down for any hidden<br />
weapons. The human took Toble's satchel <strong>and</strong> rummaged through it, taking out<br />
the two daggers to show the others how they were covered with green specks,<br />
which was lichen scraped from the rocks in the desert. They seemed to speculate<br />
as to what the green stuff could be by smelling it <strong>and</strong> examining it closely,<br />
showing signs of doubt <strong>and</strong> anxiety.<br />
Nightfall was quickly consuming the forest, so the older elf went to the<br />
middle of the camp where there was a prearranged pile of wood. He threw some<br />
powder on the bottom tinder, which sparked bright <strong>and</strong> erupted with flames. The<br />
wood burned smokeless <strong>and</strong> had a pleasant smell like warm honey. Nearby lied<br />
the corpse of a small deer they had hunted earlier with dry herbs rubbed over it's<br />
skinless carcass, already prepared for cooking. Hanging the deer above the<br />
flames <strong>and</strong> letting it roast, the captors talked among themselves; telling stories<br />
<strong>and</strong> jokes, triumphs <strong>and</strong> embarrassments.<br />
Toble's mind sharply focused on their words; the more they spoke, the more<br />
clear it all became. He only heard two of their names, since they still acted<br />
cautious with sharing information while talking around the goblin.<br />
The she-elf was named Elrin, <strong>and</strong> she carried herself like royalty <strong>and</strong> leader<br />
of this tiny group. She spoke of how good it was to be outside her family's castle<br />
walls, <strong>and</strong> how this part of the forest made her feel like a child again; carefree<br />
<strong>and</strong> boundless.<br />
Elrin's younger brother was named Arelius, <strong>and</strong> he seemed gentle, pensively<br />
nostalgic, a bit crude with his jokes, <strong>and</strong> just a little patronizing towards his<br />
sister, but an all around nice soul, except when his gaze turned towards Toble.<br />
Then cruelty, malice, <strong>and</strong> vicious savagery coalesced around him like dark<br />
clouds. No trace of compassion existed within the chambers of his eyes whenever<br />
he glared at the goblin.<br />
The human acted slightly aloof, like his mind was elsewhere, <strong>and</strong> the others<br />
teased him about some woman he was fond of but wasn't here. He was a military<br />
tactician in their ranks, <strong>and</strong> needed more experience in the woods for his training.<br />
The older elf was their captain, but Elrin wasn't under his direct comm<strong>and</strong><br />
so she was permitted a sizable amount of subordination. The other two, however,<br />
followed orders even if reluctantly, like when the captain made the earlier<br />
decision to spare Toble's life.<br />
Their discussion dwindled into small talk, <strong>and</strong> the deer finished roasting to a<br />
golden brown. They dampened the flames but did not quench them, keeping them<br />
high enough to warm the entire camp. The deer's juices <strong>and</strong> fats sizzled,<br />
permeating the air with a thick meaty aroma as they pulled it apart <strong>and</strong><br />
distributed it among themselves.<br />
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