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foone · 2 months

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King's Quest 1: you're a knight, going on a quest to become a king. ✅

King's Quest 2: you're a king, going on a quest to get a wife ✅

King's Quest 3: you're a slave boy escaping an evil wizard, who turns out to be a prince ❌

King's Quest 4: you're a princess on a quest to save her father, the king. ✅

King's Quest 5: you're a king on a quest to save his family ✅

King's Quest 6: you're a prince on a quest to save your love ❌

King's Quest 7: you play as a queen and princess, trying to rescue each other and a fantasy land ❌

King's Quest Mask of Eternity: you play as a knight on a quest to save the kingdom: ❌

King's Quest (2015): you play as a young man on a quest to become a knight, as told by the elderly King Graham. ✅

FINAL SCORE: 5 OUT OF 9 GAMES ARE ABOUT KINGS ON QUESTS, AND/OR QUESTS TO BECOME A KING. 55% SUCCESS RATE

#King's Quest

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allhailkingsquest · 1 year

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andrewjaycohen: “King’s Quest III saved positions!!! Don’t erase this disk, please!” [x]

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caesarinsalata · 25 days

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King's Quest! EDition! 👈🏽😎👈🏽

#fma #fullmetal alchemist #edward elric #my art #freckles #fmab #fma art #king's quest #king's quest 2015 #king's quest au #i dont know how to tag #but i loved this for him #he so suave #and that HAND THO????

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oldgamemags · 2 months

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Nintendo Power #51, August 1993 - Preview of 'King's Quest' on the NES.

#King's Quest #NES #Nintendo Power 51 #August 1993

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birdy-the-artist · 3 months

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More King's Quest art, this time it's Valenice (feat. Alexander). #make valenice a redhead again 2k24

#king's quest #king's quest alexander #king's quest valanice #valanice #digital art #king's quest fan art #king's quest fanart #digital drawing #digital painting #sketch #random #sketches #drawing #sketchbook #digital doodle

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gerbiloftriumph · 3 months

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rest awhile, there's so much to see and do

#king's quest #kings quest #king graham #ch1 #his eyes just get bigger and bigger and triumph gets fluffier and fluffier #this is the state of the world we're in now

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video-game-jams · 4 months

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King's Quest VI: Heir Today, Gone Tomorrow - Girl in the Tower

#King's Quest #King's Quest VI #Video Game Music #Video Game Songs #request

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arcanetrivia · 5 months

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An Adventure Christmas by David Nieto Garcia (davidnietog) on Instagram

#fanart #adventure games #christmas #holidays #yule #lucasarts #sierra #king's quest #monkey island #space quest #grim fandango #quest for glory #loom #leisure suit larry #sam and max #day of the tentacle

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anthonyvaccarelli · 1 year

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King’s Quest

HungryGoriya recently streamed the Master System (!!) version and it was a joy to watch!

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artsyebonyrose · 6 months

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inktober day 20: frost

(icebella from king's quest)

for the fellow king's quest enjoyers! pls tell me there is at least one of you out there on tumblr!

still playing catch up a little bit. spent extra time on this one tho because i was having so much fun with the rendering :3

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kelseymichikoart · 7 months

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Red 🌹

#kings quest #king's quest #king graham #kq #artists on tumblr #my art #im doing the color wheel challenge but im posting every color individually so here u are

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eightiesfan · 1 year

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#king charles #king's quest #sierra #coronation

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allhailkingsquest · 9 months

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King’s Quest III Redraw by Jen Pattison

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nullxface · 9 months

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Jerma in King’s Quest V (1990) Part I: "Bug-a-Loo"

#jerma985 #jerma #classic games #king's quest #mashup

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thewatercolours · 3 months

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King's Quest Ficlet: "The Snow Moon Temple"

@telthor gave me the prompts "memory of cliffs," "snow moon," and "temple." Here's what I got.

A great stone wedge stood as through in mid-eruption from the floor – there were even chunks and chips of marble round it. The round room was marked at the edges with twelve clock *marks, but instead of ordinary markings, circles and crescents were carved into the floor. Moon phases.

“It doesn’t make sense,” Gart muttered, kneeling to examine the nearest, a thin sliver reflecting the cold light from the white flames in the sconces.

Gwendolyn leaned over by his side. “What doesn’t?” She instinctively hushed her voice. Every sound here was magnified.

Gart frowned and rubbed his newly stubbled chin. “A sundial – or moondial, I suppose – in a roofed room? There’s not a skylight, or even windows. And even if it were open to the sky, the shadows would change all the time. They wouldn’t stay long enough on the correct phase. And the light from those lamps would throw it off too. Now, a specially made clock, I could understand. But this dial…” Gart stood up, brushing the white grit off his knees. His eyes darted about suspiciously. “There’s more here than first glance can tell us.”

She shrugged. “I mean, it’s a temple. Maybe things work differently here.”

“You might say that,” said a voice, echoing from every surface in the room.

The cousins froze, and locked gazes. “Just like they said,” Gwendolyn murmured, pulling up her purple hood reflexively. “Stay within arm’s reach. It might try to separate us like it did to Grandpa and Grandma.”

“I don’t like separating my guests,” said the voice, a little petulantly. “That is, not from each other. Unless they ask nicely.” Gwendolyn at first guessed the voice to belong to a young woman, though as she listened, she became less sure. The unnaturally clear voice rang up and down the octave with ease, sometimes settling into a bell-like bass, sometimes raw and birdlike. It went on. “Whom do you imagine yourself to be?”

What kind of a question was that? She shivered. “I am Queen Gwendolyn of Daventry. This is my most trusted blade, Sir Gartholomew.” She dropped into the half bob, half bow she’d invented when both bows and curtsies ended up looking silly in her mirror. Gart nodded curtly, spiralling his fingers nervously round his sword’s pommel.

“Children,” said the voice. Chiding? Amused? Unclear.

Gwendolyn gritted her teeth. “They literally told me to say it that way.”

Gart cleared his throat and elbowed her. She shot a glare in his direction, but he studiously avoided eye contact.

“They should have come themselves if they wanted their own words spoken,” said the voice. “Let that go, and breathe freely. Who do you want to come here as?”

The chill was a back, strangely tangible, snaking up one arm and down the other. She felt a strange push to call herself by all the names she had ever heard, to pass herself off as people whose names she had read on gravestones, or as someone from the village. I am Cassima, Alexander, Edgar, Rosella, Valanice, Graham.

Her whole body shuddered. These names, and the impulse to take them, all came from outside her somehow, not from within. She held out her hands before her, palms outs, as though she could push the instinct back. “I told you I was the queen,” she said sternly. “That’s good enough for you.” And the rock-strewn floor became real again beneath her boots.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Gart turn to look at her sharply. Perhaps he was signalling her to be more diplomatic. But his expression was more… startled. Not startled at her audacity. More as though he were taken aback she were there at all. Like he had forgotten her in the space of a few seconds. “And I’m Gart,” he said, very slowly.

“Gart and the Queen. Very good.” Now the voice seemed to come from much closer, less like it came from everywhere, more like it stood with the wedge in the centre of the dial. “It’s not my first time seeing your faces. I remember another queen and her trustiest blade climbing up the cliffs, how one would forge the way and the other followed. Another queen all in purple. Coincidentally, they also had the fabled mirror of Daventry stuffed into a rucksack, and came to show it to me. Although in their case, it wasn’t broken.”

“How do you know about the broken mirror?” growled Gwendolyn, stamping her foot. It probably made her look childish. But every new turn of this conversation was unnerving, and if she didn’t channel it into frustration it would come out as fear.

Something brushed Gwendolyn’s cheek, light as a raindrop. “The mirror was mine to make, and it’s mine to remake. Your folk only ever brave the cliffs and come to the Snow Moon Temple when its magic falters. Bargainers, every one of you.”

Gart set his jaw. He slipped the pack from his shoulders and reached for the buckle. He paused. “Gwendolyn?”

She nodded, keeping her eyes on the dial wedge. “Show it.”

Having opened the pack, Gart dug about among their provisions until he found the wooden box. Gwendolyn fished the key from the buttoned pocket in her boot, and clicked it open. Gart carefully unwound the canvas package full of the mirror’s dozen or so shards, laying it flat on the ground. They shone like fragments of the snow moon itself.

“Ahh…” The voice seemed pleased, as though it had just drawn a long breath after being submerged too long underwater. “It hasn’t been so many years, and yet too long. Too long.” Gwendolyn crossed her arms and summoned her best air of royal authority. “We’ve tried to fix it ourselves, three times. We need your help.”

“Yes, you do. My un-owed help.”

She tried to remember the words as she had practiced them for this moment. “The priests who built this temple were all sworn subjects of the king of Daventry. I’m their heir. You have shown your loyalty before. You helped my grandparents when the mirror stopped working right. Help us put it back together so that it will work again.”

The voice sank to the bottom of its register. “I’m prepared to consider it. How wise of you, dear queen, to bring a friend. Or no, a kinsman! Even better. High stakes. And it’s much more comfortable than having only yourself as the bargaining chip, isn’t it?”

The cousins didn’t look at each other this time, but each reached for the other’s hand at the same moment.

Gart cleared his throat. “Can’t help noticing there’s only one of you, though.”

“I only need one of me.”

Gwendolyn was certain the voice could hear even their whispers, but this didn’t stop her from leaning over and whispering to Gart, “And that’s where we’ve got the upper hand. We actually need each other. Which means neither of us is walking out alone.”

Then she raised her voice, holding his hand even tighter. “Fine. Bargain time then.”

#just fiddling around with a little tropey adventure scenario #king's quest #gwendolyn and gart #my writing #ficlet

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applesofdaventry · 2 months

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So in searching for good pictures of Saladin, the best captain of the guard, what a guy, etc. I find a weird 3d screenshot of him. So I go "Hm." and click on it. And through that discovered this fangame called 'The Silver Lining'. And now I'm intrigued, so I look into it, and apparently it's suffered hellacious copyright troubles in the past but is now chill with Activision. I have hunted it down on their webbedsite and snagged it. I watched about. Two minutes of the introduction cutscene (so enough to learn that, okay, Rosella's getting married and Saladin is officiating) and then Alexander starts having a magical seizure and I too am suffering so much from instant hilarity (something about the way they animated it hahahaha, and his HAIR) that I have to close the game because I just KNOW that I need to actually record this dear lord. It's incredible hahahahah.

Saladin is just multi-talented y'all. Love him for that. Forgot he officiated Alexander and Cassima's wedding too lol

#apple posting #king's quest #the graphics on it are so clunky in the best way possible #why did they do alex's hair dirty like that though #he looks like he suffered a small exothermic reaction in experimenting with magic shortly before the wedding #I can almost smell the smoke emanating from that hair

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