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 />
pipe the whole time, his stoic countenance never changed until now. “It seems we<br />
have solved the mystery of our guest. We will take him back to our city <strong>and</strong> let<br />
the council decide his fate.”<br />
“But....” Arelius tried to speak but the older elf lifted his h<strong>and</strong> in rebuke.<br />
“Yes captain.” Arelius said quickly, trying to not show his disapproval.<br />
With that final order, the night was officially over <strong>and</strong> they each wrapped<br />
themselves with their own bedding of soft linen until resembling cocoons. The<br />
fire died down <strong>and</strong> everyone settled into slumber.<br />
Drifting from the northeast was a cool breeze, which rolled silently over the<br />
camp <strong>and</strong> over the sleeping elves, human, <strong>and</strong> goblin. Toble dreamt about being<br />
hit with sticks by one of his long dead orc bosses <strong>and</strong> told to “move faster” <strong>and</strong><br />
“put your back into it!” Toble grunted, fidgeted, <strong>and</strong> erratically twitched his<br />
limbs as he dodged the imaginary blows.<br />
Everyone slept except for one, <strong>and</strong> he silently tip-toed to the goblin's cage<br />
where he cast a simple spell that made the lock fall to pieces.<br />
Opening the squeaky door <strong>and</strong> nudging Toble awake with his boot, Arelius<br />
covered the goblin's mouth so he would remain quiet. Toble warily looked up<br />
with squinting, tired eyes, <strong>and</strong> thought to call for help, but saw the stern face of<br />
the elf, that he was not to be disobeyed. Arelius gripped his sword, still sheathed,<br />
<strong>and</strong> tilted his head in a direction, comm<strong>and</strong>ing Toble to follow.<br />
The elf lead Toble deep into the woods where it was dark <strong>and</strong> damp.<br />
Crickets <strong>and</strong> many small bugs had replaced the symphony of birds that were here<br />
during the day, <strong>and</strong> played their own discordant serenade that only insects could<br />
appreciate or underst<strong>and</strong>.<br />
Reaching an acceptable distance from the camp, Arelius stopped suddenly<br />
<strong>and</strong> let out a deep sigh.<br />
“I must confess Toble, I think that's your name, that I feel bad for all of this.<br />
Now that I've had the night to think, all creatures should be given the benefit of<br />
the doubt no matter how disgusting or pathetic.”<br />
Staring at the elf with wide eyes, Toble didn't know what to say because it<br />
was a strange thing for an elf to apologize to a goblin. He had never known an elf<br />
personally, but what every single goblin has ever taught, this was completely<br />
unique.<br />
Taking a slight bow in appreciation, Toble kept his eyes on Arelius, but the<br />
elf had his h<strong>and</strong> off his sword, <strong>and</strong> even appeared content rather than scornful as<br />
he had been. Maybe this was a genuine reflection of elven hospitality, something<br />
Toble thought was impossible.<br />
“You should head west, <strong>and</strong> leave the forest forever.” Arelius continued.<br />
“The council in the city will probably hold you in a tiny cage for years <strong>and</strong> years.<br />
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