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 />
“He speaks Elvish!” Elrin's eyes widened with curiosity.<br />
“How is this so?” Arelius echoed his sister's amazement. “When we<br />
captured the vermin, it looked as confused as ever.”<br />
“I listen, I learn.” Toble pointed to his large droopy ears.<br />
“I've heard about goblins before,” the human said, widening his eyes, “that<br />
their minds are very peculiar, making some capable of superior thought,<br />
including learning languages quickly. But I never thought I'd witness it.”<br />
“Good thing it speaks elvish, because I never learned how to speak ugly.”<br />
Arelius grunted. “But no matter, it should die before uttering another word.”<br />
“I agree.” The human nodded. “He may call out to others at any time,<br />
summoning them here.”<br />
“No.” Elrin rebuked the two. “Since he speaks, we should at least ask a few<br />
questions before acting rashly.”<br />
Not waiting for the other's approval, she stepped closer to Toble's cage <strong>and</strong><br />
commenced the interrogation.<br />
“Why are you in this forest?”<br />
“Travel east, through mountains.” Toble's elvish improved as he moved his<br />
tongue <strong>and</strong> lips.<br />
“Why were you following us?”<br />
“Find way through mountains, sent by orc, on mission. Thought you show<br />
way. Heard music. Such sweet sound, like song-box I have.”<br />
“Song box?” Elrin asked.<br />
Toble eagerly pointed at his satchel, of which the human opened <strong>and</strong> took<br />
out the box. Elrin grabbed it away <strong>and</strong> tilted back the lid. The box gently played a<br />
simple tune <strong>and</strong> the dancer figurine spun in circles.<br />
“Your song sounded same.” Toble said.<br />
“Yes, it looks like it came from an elvish kingdom.” Elrin said. “Maybe<br />
from one of the old colonies.”<br />
“And I'm sure you looted it off the dead bodies of those you murdered,”<br />
Arelius snarled, “then feasted on their corpses.”<br />
“No, no.” Toble shook his head. “We never eat elves.”<br />
“But humans are fine?” The human asked, casting a cold glare.<br />
Toble shifted in his spot, wanting to change the subject. “What is music<br />
about, any meaning?”<br />
“It's from a play, about a young girl that's trapped in a city under siege.”<br />
Elrin answered, still staring at the spinning dancer in the box. “She eventually<br />
puts on a dance performance to raise the people's spirits.”<br />
“Forget about the music.” Arelius interrupted. “Tell us about this mission<br />
from your leader.”<br />
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