Quest Gaming, LLC

Quest Gaming, LLC Quest Gaming, LLC specializes in creating supplements, miniatures, props, and adventures for TTRPGs.

When man, beast, or shadow threatens the peace,A contract is filed, and we are unleashed.We do not question. We do not d...
10/13/2025

When man, beast, or shadow threatens the peace,
A contract is filed, and we are unleashed.
We do not question. We do not delay.
Like ravenous wolves, we hunt our prey.
Through ash, through silence, through screams in the night,
We don't fear, nor falter, nor take flight.
Bound by the oath, we answer the call.
When we arrive, monsters will fall.

Mist on the moor, and silence at dawn,Windows barred tight, yet children are gone.No tracks left behind, no signs of a f...
10/06/2025

Mist on the moor, and silence at dawn,
Windows barred tight, yet children are gone.
No tracks left behind, no signs of a fight,
Just red on the altar, and fangs in the night.
When evil thirsts for blood… The Inquisitors are called.

Dust on the path, no birds in the trees,Webbing strung tight on the evening breeze.Footprints end where silence clings,A...
09/29/2025

Dust on the path, no birds in the trees,
Webbing strung tight on the evening breeze.
Footprints end where silence clings,
And shadows twitch on silken strings.
When the village grows silent… The Inquisitors are called.

09/09/2025

Tale-Tuesday: The Thing in the Wheat

The wheat was waist high, swaying slowly under a wind I couldn’t feel. No birds. No bugs. Just the dry hiss of stalks rubbing together.

The farmer swore something had been pulling his livestock under, vanishing without a sound. I told him wheat doesn’t eat meat. Then I saw it: a ripple moving through the field, too large for any wolf and too fast for any man.

It circled once, then closed in. My crossbow rose before my mind caught up with my hands.

The ripple stopped. The wheat parted, just enough for me to see its teeth. They’ll make a fine addition to my collection…

— Inquisitor’s Log, Veyran Holt

Salt on the breeze, the waves run red,A ship torn apart, its crew long dead.Harpoons lie broken, the shore sits stained,...
09/08/2025

Salt on the breeze, the waves run red,
A ship torn apart, its crew long dead.
Harpoons lie broken, the shore sits stained,
Something writhes beneath the waves unchained.
When the deep awakens… The Inquisitors are called.

09/04/2025

Thinking-Thursday: Session Zero!

Essential or optional?

09/02/2025

Tale-Tuesday: The Girl in the Weir

They say she drowned a century ago, caught in the weir’s current, hair tangled in the churning timbers. Locals won’t fish there now, claim her ghost tips the boats, drags the living under to join her.

I came at dusk, when the mist clung low over the water. That’s when I saw her; pale as moonlight, standing on the weir stones though the river thundered beneath her. She smiled and beckoned me closer.

Water dripped from her hair… and from the black, empty sockets where her eyes should’ve been.

I just hope she’s a better dancer than that hag from Bellmare.

— Inquisitor’s Log, Veyran Holt

Blood on the blade, no guilt in the eyes,A scream in the dark where innocence dies.Homes left in ruin, not from claw nor...
09/01/2025

Blood on the blade, no guilt in the eyes,
A scream in the dark where innocence dies.
Homes left in ruin, not from claw nor fang.
Only torches and steel, and the banners they hang.
When men become monsters… The Inquisitors are called.

08/28/2025

Thinking-Thursday: Railroading vs. Sandbox!

Which style leads to a better campaign?

08/26/2025

Tale-Tuesday: The Bells of Carrick Hollow

Carrick Hollow has no church, no chapel… yet every night, the bells ring. The Guild calls it “an anomaly.” I call it bait.

The sound draws people from their beds, shuffling into the woods in their nightclothes, eyes glassy and unblinking. By dawn, only half return. The rest… we find weeks later, hanging from branches, swaying to some silent peal only they can hear.

Tonight, I’ve packed wax for my ears, steel for my belt, and a pouch of leaf for the pipe. If I can’t hear the bells, maybe I can find the thing that rings them.

Either way… this is the last night those bells toll while I’m still breathing.

— Inquisitor’s Log, Veyran Holt

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