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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THE PRIESTESS<br />
<strong>and</strong> made the whole wagon feel like it was part of a beautiful, larger house filled<br />
with warmth <strong>and</strong> intimacy.<br />
She plopped down on a nice cushion seat in front of the vanity desk <strong>and</strong><br />
loosened her chest straps to let her bosom ease out. She jiggled them <strong>and</strong> rubbed<br />
their sides to release the built up pressure, <strong>and</strong> sighed with relief that the day was<br />
finally over.<br />
Pushing gently on the wall nearby, a hidden compartment popped open <strong>and</strong><br />
revealed several dresses next to a wooden staff jammed inside. She had crafted<br />
secret spots within the walls because the other workers would sometimes break in<br />
<strong>and</strong> go through her stuff. She knew this happened because the door was often<br />
open when she specifically remembered locking it. She would normally make an<br />
effort to find the culprit, but there were easier ways to protect herself <strong>and</strong> her<br />
stuff.<br />
The humble staff was her weapon of choice, <strong>and</strong> she had brought along a<br />
favorite one when she ran away from home. It was made with the bright white<br />
wood of the mighty elvish Willod tree <strong>and</strong> had a polished bronze star attached on<br />
it's top. The staff had seen plenty of use against b<strong>and</strong>its or hunting small game<br />
when she w<strong>and</strong>ered the roads. But now it simply collected dust in the closet<br />
alongside an assortment of dresses she feared would also never see the light of<br />
day. At least not with her luck in finding a suitable husb<strong>and</strong>.<br />
“Maybe I'll wear the red one tonight, I like how it matches my lips.” She<br />
mumbled while briefly glancing at the dresses, then rolled her eyes at how<br />
pathetic she had become. She needed someone, but not just anyone, someone<br />
perfect, <strong>and</strong> maybe not perfect perfect, but someone perfect for her.<br />
She believed traveling around to various places with a steady job would<br />
introduce her to many suitors, which it did, but there was always a problem;<br />
either they were already taken or had another issue of incompatibility.<br />
The front door rattled from a hard knock, causing her to quickly shut the<br />
secret closet <strong>and</strong> re-strap her breasts. One of the workers stood outside, lifting up<br />
his smashed finger <strong>and</strong> requesting medical treatment.<br />
“Struck it good while hammerin' away.” He said with smelly breath.<br />
Zelendra placed the worker's smashed h<strong>and</strong> on her round table <strong>and</strong><br />
whispered several incantations taught to her. All elves, even half-elves, had<br />
magic flowing in their veins, though only a small bit compared to wizards or<br />
even mages. Zelendra had trained in magical healing as a former priestess<br />
apprentice, which was another reason she got a job immediately. The amount of<br />
sprains, cuts, <strong>and</strong> broken bones this place needed mending, convinced her that<br />
everyone became more careless after she arrived, because there was no way<br />
anyone was still alive if they had always been this constantly injured.<br />
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