This is Halloween!


Not counting Groundhog's Day, Halloween is my favorite holiday. I have made quite a few Halloween-themed posts over the years and thought I would compile them in one place for DMs who might want to mine ideas for a Halloween-inspired session.


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Greta the Climate Goblin - Meeting with Mom

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MARGARET Sunlight streamed through the window of the Whittaker kitchen. Greta walked in, brushing her hair and found her mother seated at the table, sipping her coffee as she was finishing getting ready to go to her job at the Fairhaven Baptist Church. "You were out very late, Gretchen." "It's called a night show, Mom." "Oh, I know. Mrs. Delaney called to ask me why you started reporting Halloween weather so early in the year." Greta felt her face flush. "You don't have to dress like... that to be talented." "It's just a costume, Mom." "It doesn't look like one to me. Girls your age shouldn't be gallivanting about like that. You should be in college or maybe settling down with a proper young man." Margaret paused, "You know, Bob Mercer's daughter got an internship at a real television station in the city. Maybe you should talk to her when she comes home this summer." Margaret rose from...
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Silvanesti Strikes Back - Part 2

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  03 Deepkolt 349 AC As the worg-riders rout, Kysek urges Dusk into a dive. He taps his heels into the griffon's flanks, urging greater speed from her and she slowly overtakes the leading edge of the retreat. Kysek falls into his spellcasting, drawing energy from the world around and shaping it to his will. With a cry of, " Цлоудкилл" a green cloud boils up out of the ground, engulfing the riders and their mounts below. Shadow sees the cloud form and circles back toward the raging blizzard. He shouts to Ra'ziir, “That didn’t last as long as I had hoped!  But sure was fun. Let’s hope everything is ready when we get there!  If not, Grotto will have me eating that stew!” Once they reach the ambush site, Shadow peels off to the east and casts the same spell, hemming the goblins in and cutting off another avenue of escape. With the blizzard freezing solid anyone entering it, and poisonous clouds rising to the north and the east, the handful of Worg-Riders pivot west. “...
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Greta the Climate Goblin - Seeing Things

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  CHAD The show was over. The station was closing down for the night. Greta, her spirit buoyed by the unexpected pep talk from Dusty and Celestine, exited Studio D. For a second, she thought she saw someone standing in the doorway across the hall, a tall thin man but when looked again, nobody was there. She stepped out of the side door of the cinderblock broadcast bunker, locking it behind her, and dropped her backpack into the milk crate on the back of her bike. The crunch of tires on gravel and the sweep of headlights across the face of the building drew her attention. She turned. To her surprise, Chad Williams, the Boy Who Had Been Quarterback when she was in high school, opened the car door and stepped out of his father's old Ford Mustang. "Hey, Greta… uh, you want a ride home? I mean, it’s late, and it’s… kind of creepy out here.” He smiled charmingly, something Greta would have died for two years ago and she started to smile back but noticed his eyes lingering on her c...
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Greta the Climate Goblin - Now, Before Anything Weird Happens...

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  GRETA Fairhaven, IL - an unincorporated town in Northern Illinois, April 1985 The girl on the bicycle pedaled along the two-lane highway cutting through seemingly endless miles of cornfields, her bright green hair catching the last rays of the sun as it set in the west, painting the sky with a dizzying arrays of reds and oranges. Her neon fishnets, mismatched lace gloves and combat boots would have fit in with the punk subculture expanding through Chicago, but here, in corn country, she stood out. She pulled into a gravel parking lot where a plain, gray, cinderblock building stood next to a tall TV-antenna. Neon letters spelling out "KMEL13" blazed against the early evening sky. The corn stalks, just sprouts this early in the growing season shifted slightly although no real breeze stirred the air. The girl dismounted, leaning the bike against the side of the building and pulled a backpack out of the basket behind the seat. She slung one strap over her shoulder and headed...
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Why We Haven't Changed Systems

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I came across an article the other day and it got me to thinking. Look at your character sheet. Think about the time and effort that went into making the character that piece of paper (or electronic screen) that represents. I converted from 2nd edition to 3rd and then to 3.5. It took hours, in some cases a day or two, to switch from one ruleset to the next while maintaining the original "feel" of the characters.  I have the 5e books. I read through them. There is NO WAY that I could take the characters we have and faithfully adapt them to the new rules. I may as well just start over. But we haven't reached the end of our story yet. I want to see how it all turns out.  So, at least for this campaign, I'm sticking to 3.5e.
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Road Trip to the Dragon Isles NPCs - The Land of Khur

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Altan (left) and Davaa (right) Batu assigned Altan and Davaa to serve as Arthur and Agnes' guides across Khur and to send information about them back to him whenever they got the chance. After Davaa was nearly killed and Agnes used healing magic to save his life, Altan had a crisis of faith and began looking for signs of the the gods' return. Davaa, while grateful, remained loyal to his Khan and kept informing on the two adventurers.  Note:  Altan and Davaa were 3rd level when they departed Ak-Krin in Arthur's employ. Davaa and Altan of the Mayakur: Human (Khur)  Fighter 5 CR: 5     Medium Humanoid (Human)     HD: 5d10+4 (36 hp) Init: +3     Spd: 30'     AC: 16 (Studded Leather Armor, +3 Dex), t: 13, ff: 13 Attacks: (BAB +5, Grap +7); +9 Composite (+2 Str) Shortbow: 1d6+4 (20/×3, 70') or +7 Saber: 1d6+2 (19-20/×2) or +7 Dagger: 1d4+2 (19-20/×2, 10') or +10 Bloodletter (Davaa onl...
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