Questier

Come gather 'round ye travelers bold, by lantern’s waning light,

And hear the tale of Questier, where stars and fate unite.

A land of stone and emerald trees, of castle crowns and crypts,

Where shadows stretch and secrets sleep on long-forgotten scripts.

🍻 Raise your mug to the Skeleton Key,

Lost in tombs ‘neath the old ash tree!

From Clove to coast, we roam, we cheer,

For glory calls in Questier!

There’s whispers in the forest deep, where witches stir the veil,

And bandits bleed the borderlands with blades so dark and pale.

A blacksmith shapes a hero’s path, a widow keeps the lore,

And every soul has debts to pay when fate comes to the door.

🍻 Raise your mug to the Skeleton Key,

Bound in runes and mystery!

Through dungeons cursed and caverns sheer,

We carve our name in Questier!

Some say the Key unlocks a gate, to power none should own,

But brave are those who seek the truth in lands of moss and bone.

For not all heroes wear a crown, nor march with armored cheer—

Some carry hope, a rusted blade… and hearts that do not fear.

🍻 So raise your mug, ye wandering kin,

To where the myths and quests begin!

Let tales be told and foes draw near,

We'll never fall in Questier!