BeQuest: A D&D Road Trip

Now beyond where credit extends to their names, only the prince of metals and its lesser cousins will speak for the knights. The quartermaster spends freely on strands and sticks, be they half score in length or cast from pork, but the yellow and purple baubles will be left behind. A new foe suddenly appears and is crushed under a mighty tree, a new more suddenly friend crawls out from the fallen...

Once more, together are the knights. The forces against them lash out at that piece of knightly bulwark that has been broken before, the fallen king. The Knight of Scrolls is spared the title of oathbreaker by magnanimous release. The Knight of Bottles in search of answers rings in tune with the deathseer’s bell. The proud hen preens before her brood. Thus, the fourth wears the guise of the Grim C...

Fish and lentils spill over the smoldering edge, as the burn hole in the center of map spreads outward. The Knight of Scrolls is driven to rage by the visage of the Red Maiden inked with malice unto the curled parchment, but the Skull holds a defiant grin before the coalited attack of onescore such pages. The Knight of Bottles cannot avert his covetous gaze from the Colossus. The Knight of Masks h...

The knights find succor in a towne choked by the oppressive gaze of an unfocused eye. The Knight of Bottles heeds the words of the Prophet Profiteer, though the meaning of these missives is absent or occluded before my sight. A knight’s Mask slips aside to reveal that most ancient of curses, she of the Scroll has knowledge of the cleansing rites, but there is no time, and so the wound festers. The...

I see the knights gathered at a well-worn table, its grand symmetry made naught by an empty chair. No crown, no banner, no seal to bind the knights, yet they follow and do not forswear the shadow cast by the empty throne. A spirit, freed from torment, offers guidance. It is rejected and cast back into that frozen place. In the hall of the curse-tongue wheelwright, the Knight of Bottles shall call...

And there on the horizon, a great chariot did chase the setting sun, and the four knights each were bound to a spoke of the great wheel. Skull and Mask did weigh their might stone for stone in a struggle for the reins, futile for when the scales tipped, the horses would not be driven by strength alone. Hark! A destination! In shade deeper than oaks can cast, a gaol for inmate and warden alike. The...

And in the flames I saw four knights, traveling in their queer, el-shaped way to converge and surround a fallen king. I saw the Knight of Scrolls, her squire bewitched by a glittering pond beneath the earth. I saw the Knight of Bottles, offer his gifts to the people, and lo those bottles he did not sell, he smashed at the feet of the Red Maiden. There too was the Knight of Masks, removed from his...

Welcome to BeQuest! An actual-play D&D road trip adventure telling the story of four people, formerly inseparable, reunited on an improbable journey to fulfill their best friend's final wish. Join us every other Wednesday! — If you like the show, share the trailer with a friend! You can also send them the show website with links to subscribe in their favorite podcast app: https://bequest.skull...