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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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fieratheproud · 1 year

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Hi I’m kinda emotional about this.

So in King’s Quest 1 (not in the VGA remake for some reason, can’t speak for other versions) if you check the Magic Mirror after you pick it up...

“As you are holding the magic mirror, you look into it and see a vision of yourself with a crown on your head.“

Meanwhile what happens in Chapter 1 of the 2015 King’s Quest game, once Graham grabs the Mirror?

A vision of the crown appears on his head.

#King's Quest #King's Quest 1 #King's Quest 2015 #Fiera Plays #Just a neat detail I liked :D

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thewatercolours · 2 years

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So how did Daventry's magic mirror end up in the dragon lair to begin with, in the reboot continuity? The dragon certainly didn't come out of the well and steal it.

Did Manny steal the mirror and set it there to be guarded by the dragon? Did he have to distract the dragon whenever he wanted to look in it? What did he see in it?

Or was it there before, and Manny came into possession of it when he moved into the dragon cave? Because there's no way Manny lived down there and never looked in the mirror, right?

#king's quest #kings quest #king's quest 2015 #manannan #manny

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wildcreativemastermind · 2 years

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One of my favorite things to do in King's Quest is just do whatever Graham says he didn't do, the game's responses can be pretty funny

#king's quest 2015 #king's quest

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applesofdaventry · 3 months

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Old man Mordack (for I shall not stoop to the pettiness of Manannan, and call him Mordon in the stead of his chosen name) is cool. Immediately incorporating those claw marks into my blind alexander design <3333

#kings quest 2015 #a good knight #im on the last chapter!#old man graham is just like me frfr re memories #my memory is SO bad #though gladly not as bad as his...

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thegreenisles · 9 months

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I've put together a spreadsheet that contains every line of dialogue in the game, written out.

This INCLUDES lines of cut dialogue that were left over in the files!

Additional information below the cut.

The cut dialogue is at the very bottom of each chapter's sheet. However, if you would like to mix them all together and see them in sequence, you can filter the leftmost column (with the file names) by A-Z

(I should note that in chapter 1, a lot of the files are named inconsistently, so a lot of lines should go together in-game are named separately. They get better at naming them in the other chapters, though there are still a few inconsistent ones)

You can also search for lines from a specific character by pressing Ctrl+F and typing their name with a - before it (ex. -Graham, like in the picture I'm using). That way, it won't include lines of dialogue or file names with their names in it, it'll just be their lines. Or just filter the character names column from A-Z, but searching will keep it all intact and highlight their name, so you can see the related lines of dialogue from other characters in context with theirs.

I basically just dug out all of the subtitles from the files, and put them with the audio file names that they go with. You want to know why the file names have .mp3 on them? Because I copy and pasted them in one big chunk straight from my audio files directory. No way am I going to do that individually, or edit each one to remove the .mp3. The cut files do not have .mp3 at the end. This is a good companion to the voice line audio files in the google drive.

There are also lines of dialogue that were not subtitled. I manually went in, listened to them, and transcribed what I heard. It's a lot of [grunts], [yells], [groans], and [goblin noises], but I did it! I also included the ice guards from chapter 4's reverse audio transcription, so it says what they're actually saying there.

The way to tell if a line is ripped straight from the game or transcribed by me is to look for quotation marks. If it has quotation marks around the dialogue, it's straight from the game. Anything I typed out myself lacks those.

There's also a few times where the 'cut' dialogue is just repeats of what made it into the game. I've included everything- with no exceptions, so they're all there anyway.

This was a huge project so I hope others find this useful! Even while it was unfinished, I liked to scroll through it or search for specific lines I remembered. The cut dialogue is really cool too, so check it out if you're interested!

#king's quest #kings quest #king’s quest #kq 2015 #kq #sorry it doesnt look very good on mobile unless you have the sheets app!#i have the app but if i open it in browser i cant zoom out so. warning for that #it's been a YEAR since i last posted here? i was working on this back then too!#there was a huge hiatus for me with this because chapter 1's files were sorted so terribly it made me mad and i took a long long break #i've still got other things i'm (slowly) working on in the background as well #so. uh. see you next year? (I HOPE I FINISH THEM SOONER THAN THAT)

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thewaywardpin · 7 months

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Achaka & Whisper pins are 35% off now through October 1st!

#king’s quest #king’s quest 2015 #achaka king’s quest #whisper king’s quest #knights of daventry #daventry #knights #enamel pins #etsy #kq2015

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x-knighthood · 9 months

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"Is this because I knocked a beehive down? Or.. maybe it was from turning that badger purple..."

"Please don't tell my mom."

#IF YALL HAVENT PLAYED KINGS QUEST 2015 YOU NEED TO #.... FIRST CHAPTER IS FREE COME ON- D:

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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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thewatercolours · 2 years

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King's Quest Ficlet: "Crowning Moment"

The last tribute had been sung. The last proclamation had been blasted from the grand balcony. Royal Guard Number Three extinguished the candles on the feasting table one by one. She almost seemed to be demonstrating all methods of putting them out, for she did it sometimes with her breath, sometimes with fingers, and sometimes with the nearest Souvenir Coronation Candle Snuffer. There were plenty of these within reach as she moved down the table, at all the place settings no one had used. Fewer foreign dignitaries had attended the celebration dinner than she’d anticipated when ordering the gift bags.

Darkness settled in the hall, one poof at a time.

Graham sank to the dais steps, yawning like a cat. He eased off his buckled shoes and rubbed his black satin fingertips into the aching arch of his foot. They’d warned him to break his shoes in before he had to spend the day on his feet and dance the night away. He should have listened.

“King or no king, it’s boots from here on out,” he mumbled to himself.

“Come again, Sire?” said Number Three.

“Nothing.”

Still, he had to admit, dancing in these old-fashioned things had been much more intuitive than in his sturdy boots. No wonder he hadn’t properly understood the difference between a normal turn and a pivot when the guards had taught him. It was impossible to pivot without smooth soles. It probably never would have clicked in his mind on his own.

Thankfully the Marquessa d’Alpho had grown frustrated mid-waltz. She had clenched her teeth into a confident smile, guided Graham’s hand onto her shoulder and pressed hers under his shoulder blade. The moment she took the lead, the click moment happened. Three weeks’ practice of lumbering, toe-crunching, and the occasional dropped partner solidified into steps. Clear, measured, defined steps. Number One’s increasingly exasperated metaphors for how it was supposed to feel suddenly meant something.

Graham had blushed, and she’d rolled her eyes. But he was able to lead his next dance partner decently, and the next. At the end of the evening the Marquessa had smiled rather more amiably and actually high-fived him on her way to her carriage.

And if he had discovered about a million muscles that he somehow never used in his knightly duties? Well, the burn was satisfying. These days quests that didn’t wear him out felt slightly cheap. Challenges for recruits, not knights sworn to burn the wicks at both ends till they met in the middle. And what had today been but a quest - a quest with a great deal of speeches, rules about which spoon to use when, and an extremely heavy piece of gold being placed on his head.

He'd protested so much ahead of time. He didn’t like pomp and fuss, he’d said. The fresh-tailored costume was too fancy. Maybe they should trim down the parades and once-in-a-reign edicts. Perhaps it was more appropriate after supper for him to just kind of… sit on the throne and make conversation, not leap around.

Number One had dug in his heels. “Out of the question. No. No. Daventry hasn’t got a lot going for it just now other than tradition, and we’re not letting you dismantle that the very first day. You’ll thank me later, Pocket Boy.”

And now that it was all over, Graham couldn’t help but be glad Number One hadn’t budged. He heaved a sigh as he heard the last coach wheels rolling away outside. Seemed a shame it was over so soon.

It had been sort of nice.

Morning seemed long ago. His fingers had shaken so uncontrollably that Collander, his gentleman of the chamber, had to fasten his buttons for him despite Graham’s best efforts. He’d considered leaping out the window when Collander’s back was turned, whistling for Triumph, and making a break for the mountain pass. But he’d already missed his first scheduled coronation (though not purposely.) He couldn’t do that again. He’d have to stick it out.

And somehow, Graham’s breath had evened as the ceremony began. His eyes had lingered on little rainbow traces of light on the floor, and on the shining faces in the crowd. Wente rearranging the flowers in Bramble’s hair in new places whenever they fell out. Acorn leaning a casual elbow against a pillar and playing it cool, but eagerly leaning forward when he saw that crown brought up on his hand-tasseled cushion. Anisette arriving halfway through the event and trying to be discreet as she slipped in. She got sitting-tackled by Ginger and Madeline from one side, and by Mom from the other, as soon as she entered the pew. Her explanation for her lateness had something to do with her newly-commandeered ship reefing on an enchanted shoal off Serenia. She didn’t even make it halfway through her apology before her siblings swamped her for details. They had front seats, so Graham could follow along fairly well with the whispered story while he silently meditated before the shrine to the stars.

A few of the townsfolk had found the backstair to the vestibule and ambushed Graham moments after the end of the crowning itself. Even Amaya got in on the group hug, while Whisper tried to relate a story about the time he’d had to resort to impromptu disguise to escape a gaggle of fans who simply couldn’t stop embracing him. Muriel pushed a steaming cup of something pinkish-brown with mint leaves floating in it into Graham’s hands (“Just to be sure you don’t keel over.”) Chester accidentally confessed to have taken a few laps of the drink with his tongue partway through the ceremony (“But Muriel, I could have keeled over!), but attempted to make up for it by offering a kippered pond turtle as a replacement.

The crown fell off twice during dinner. Once when Graham pulled his chair in and once when he helped himself to gravy. Thankfully the gravy boat didn’t topple too. Number Two made a big to-do about how tradition dictated that the third course of the meal was the traditional time for the newly king to change from the state crown to the smaller audience crown, the one that would typically be worn every day. Number One clicked his tongue at the lie, but went to fetch the other crown himself.

Mom giggled like a schoolgirl when Graham asked her to dance. He didn’t try any practiced moves with her. They just shuffled around the floor while she reminisced about the days he would get into a crying fit as a baby, and she would cheer him up by dancing with him. “I have no idea how it feels to get crowned king,” she said softly as the orchestra finished and the crowd applauded, “but I’d guess I felt a bit like you do now when your dad and I got married. I was so glad. I also had no idea how I was even going to get from moment to moment once we got back from the honeymoon. It was a big undertaking. Maybe it’s a bad comparison. But if it helps, well, your dad and I liked to remember we weren’t getting married because we thought we’d be especially good at it, or some kind of model marriage. We did it because we wanted to choose to love, not let love be something we’d fallen into. Oh, I don’t know if that even makes sense, Graham. But – the best advice your old mom can give you is that your kingship will fall apart if you let it be something you just fell into. But choose to love, and getting from moment to moment seems a lot clearer, even if it’s not easier. I’m rambling…”

“Mom.”

“What I mean is – you’re going to be the best king Daventry had ever seen.”

And now it was all over. Now here he was on the dais steps, trying not to give in and curl up and sleep in the darkness, then and there. The steps were so nice and broad, they could have been designed for napping. But he would resist.

He was glad he hadn’t jumped out that window. Maybe – maybe this could work.

“Sire,” said Number Three quietly, “I’m about to douse the last candle. Should I send for some lanterns for you?”

“No,” he murmured with a sleepy smile. “I’m just heading off to bed.”

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Sconces still flickered in the passage to the royal chamber, casting half-ovals of light up the walls between the floor-to-ceiling tapestries. The swathes of cloth muffled his footfalls. Graham had only walked this hallway once before, on the noonday when Edward passed on. He hadn’t given the tapestries so much as a glance that day, as he’d practically been running to make it in time before the king expired. Now he took each one in. He recognized every story. Here was the day Edward rescued the future Queen Maylie from the bottom of the Slanderer’s Lake. There was the time he’d prevented a war with just a well-timed word and a shoelace. There were portraits of Edward at every stage, from childhood to the one commissioned last year, with white locks and sorrow in his eyes.

Graham paused before the final tapestry, a young Edward in his prime, muscular and bright-eyed. The head acolyte of the shrine placed the state crown on the king's head, as Edward gazed upward with confidence. The scene was much larger than life. Edward stood at least twice the height of any regular man. Graham swallowed. He fingered the smaller crown on his own head, and shivered in his stocking feet.

The door to his new bedroom swung open at his touch. He hadn’t quite processed till a minute before that he’d be leaving his drafty knight’s quarters behind. He glanced about the bedroom. It had been transformed since Edward’s death. They’d replaced the furniture. A grand four-poster bed sat on a raised round platform, hung with cream curtains, and spread over with rich brown blankets. Hearth light cast a warm glow over the bookshelves, which someone had already thought to fill with Graham’s beloved books and small memento collection from three years of adventuring. The closet door hung open, revealing hooks that held his familiar leathers, his two dear capes, his old cap with a new feather. His pajamas sat folded in a crisp pile at the foot of the bed.

Graham closed the door softly, undressed, and blew out the candle on the side table.

He settled into the bed, staring vaguely in the direction of the bedside chair. This was all about choices. Choices with consequences. Not just falling into things. He could spend tonight worrying about the weight of responsibility, or about a great man whom he could never live up to, or about nearly upsetting the gravy. Or he could listen to the friendly wuthering in the rafters, as he had every night in the opposite wing of the castle, and imagine it was some voice in the future telling of the magnificent things he’d done. Almost as good as bedtime stories.

He drifted off feeling warm.

#It's partly the product of having just been to my sister's wedding and having drifted around inn out-of-order haze of glad memories #This one doesn't exactly have a story throughline - more a series of scattered impressions than a tale for the ages.#and partly the product of trying to get back into the habit #allowing myself to be more loosey goosey about my expectations so that I actually write. I do want to hold myself to a high standard #but pieces like this one can be important too just to keep some perspective with myself that not all writing has to be a masterpiece.#just write #Not part of the Ripping Consequences arc.#King's Quest #kings quest #king's quest 2015 #king graham #fanfic #fanfiction #ficlet

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patriciavetinari · 1 year

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I wAnT a StOrY wHeRe ThE vIlLaIn GeTs ThE GiRl

In Galavant (2015)

Protagonists love interests chooses Villain over him in the first episode, that's not even a spoiler, that's in the trailer

Love Interests becomes the Villain by S2

First Villain becomes the Protagonists' sidekick later and has one the best written redemption arcs on television

Henchman betrays the Villain and becomes one of the Antagonists, but cannot dismiss a deep friendship to his former master and saves his life, falls in love with another Villain and embarks on a quest to save the Villain from the corrupting forces of dark magic and overall is one of the best written morally grey characters out there

Protagonists sidekick gets trapped and forced to serve Villains and develops a touching friendship with one of them and still later rallies people to rise against their tyranny

Love Interest backstabs the Villain she chose in the trailer but does not end up with Protagonist

Sidekick has lied to their parents and told them he is the Protagonist and has got The Girl

Those are not in chronological order

Best friends are forced to duel each other

Princess trains the Knight

"You know, it's 1256... The 'yo mama' jokes are getting really old..." "So is yo mama".

A city takes apart King's castle to build homes and shops for everyone and establishes a democracy

There is a wizard called Xanax (unfortunately played by r*cky gerva*s)

There is a Ye Olde Gay Pub called The Enchanted Forest

"I'm not an animal! I mean, sure, I'll kidnap a woman and force her to marry me but after that - I'm all about a woman's rights! I'm a modern 13 century man!"

#go watch galavant please #galavant

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