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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 />
This way will be much better for you.”<br />
Turning to leave, Toble's mind danced with endless possibilities <strong>and</strong><br />
destinations, but hopefully none of them had him running into another group like<br />
this again. Of all the stories other b<strong>and</strong>its had told, no elf had ever been so<br />
gracious as to spare a goblin's life, let alone allow one to go free. No one would<br />
ever believe this story even if Toble somehow managed to find the hollow dagger<br />
<strong>and</strong> make his way back to the Hallowed Steps. But none of that really mattered,<br />
Toble was simply happy he could live another day.<br />
Taking only ten little steps, Toble heard a bow's string go taunt – it was<br />
Arelius pulling back one of his black tipped arrows.<br />
That dirty, lying elf!<br />
Of course it was an act of deception, how could Toble have been so blind?<br />
There was always a nagging suspicion of this treachery lurking in the depths of<br />
his subconscious, until hope infiltrated his judgement <strong>and</strong> covered the awful truth<br />
with an elegant shroud of sweet lies.<br />
“This way is far better.” Arelius mumbled under his breath, smirking a little.<br />
“What are you doing?” The elf captain suddenly shouted from a distance.<br />
The arrow was loosed, but because of the distraction, it went wide to the left<br />
<strong>and</strong> bounced off Toble's ear, leaving only a scratch.<br />
“The goblin escaped, <strong>and</strong> I tracked him here.” Arelius tried to explain as he<br />
turned to face the angry captain.<br />
Seeing his chance to escape, Toble dashed away as fast as he could into the<br />
night covered forest. Elves were exceptional trackers, but he knew the best way<br />
to avoid their detection – mud. Elves hated to get dirty, <strong>and</strong> mud stains were hard<br />
to get out of their fancy, sparkly clothes, <strong>and</strong> it also blemished their smooth, soft<br />
skin, so they avoided it at all costs.<br />
Toble sniffed the dewy forest air <strong>and</strong> caught the aroma of mud; like a wet<br />
pair of socks mixed with old sodden wood. He eventually spotted a long mud<br />
bank that ran along a small river, so he happily plunged into it's squishy coolness<br />
<strong>and</strong> squiggled away.<br />
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