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 />
Toble craved for it more <strong>and</strong> more until he knew for sure this was an act of<br />
torture. It had to be. The food was so close, mere paces away, but it could have<br />
been across the expanse of the entire universe <strong>and</strong> it wouldn't have made a<br />
difference. He would not be getting any; not a single morsel. Unfortunately, that<br />
didn't stop his mouth from watering <strong>and</strong> his nostrils from flaring. So he bit his lip<br />
<strong>and</strong> plugged his nose in a vain attempt to curve his desire.<br />
Pulling off a strip of meat from the thigh, Elrin tossed a sizable chunk at<br />
Toble, who snatched it up immediately.<br />
The goblin chewed with merriment <strong>and</strong> savored it's slow roasted flavor,<br />
allowing the meat to melt away like butter between his rotted teeth. He also<br />
began to feel that maybe the elves weren't so bad after all. That behind their soft,<br />
nimble, smug exteriors were living beings who didn't believe they were the<br />
center of the universe. But then his thoughts jittered as the realization struck him<br />
that this was his final meal. It wasn't so much an act of kindness, but a shrewd,<br />
tantalizing way to excuse themselves of their cruel actions. A single meal for a<br />
single life, that's how it worked with the sneaky elves.<br />
Arelius shook his head in protest of Elrin tossing over some food, <strong>and</strong> he<br />
furrowed his brow in anger. “What about our little intruder?”<br />
“I still think he's an assassin sent to kill you.” The human said towards Elrin.<br />
“Green specks cover his daggers.”<br />
“But we don't know if it's poison.” Elrin said.<br />
“We would have to get it tested back in town,” the human nodded in<br />
agreement, “but that'll take days.”<br />
“We don't have days.” Arelius snorted. “I say we kill it now, <strong>and</strong> be done<br />
with it. It's mere presence has sullied these great woods. Probably fouled a small<br />
hole by now.”<br />
“As if you haven't fouled a small hole.” Elrin said. “Look at him, the poor<br />
soul looks mostly starved. His feet are burnt <strong>and</strong> his skin is darkened, probably<br />
banished from wherever he came.”<br />
“Banished for a reason, no doubt.” Arelius raised one of his silvery white<br />
eyebrows. “Maybe it carries a communicable disease? No creature can be so<br />
naturally ugly, not even for a goblin.”<br />
“It's too much of a coincidence that he is here the same time as you.” The<br />
human advised, just like a tactician. “And mixed with the green specks on his<br />
daggers – the evidence is too great <strong>and</strong> too risky to ignore. We must execute him<br />
before he is able to contact the rest of his group.”<br />
“Lichen!” Toble suddenly shouted, causing everyone to turn to him. “I eat<br />
lichen, scrapped from rocks. See!” Toble grinned wide to show the same green<br />
specks covering his gums.<br />
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