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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Tarithnesti - The Interrogation

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01 Deepkolt 349 AC BACK IN TARITHNESTI "This is the longest cookbook ever!" Grotto thinks to himself as he finishes reading over a few more pages. The recipes themselves are fairly short, but each comes with notes on the etiquette surrounding their uses, to include occasions suitable for serving them, sides that pair well with each, alternate ingredients, and their origin. The dwarf gathers his things then stand watch around the camp. He looks to the skies waiting on the return of Shadow and company. Kysek awaits the return of his kidnapping comrades-in-arms. The smell of Grotto’s concoction gives the elven thief a fierce headache. He distracts himself with his spellbook and realizes he needs to speak with the other spellcasters in the group to learn the spells necessary to make “See Invisibility” permanent on both Dusk and himself. He thinks to himself; even if it doesn’t allow us to attack invisibly; it’d still be a good thing to have. Kysek then stands a watch, joining G...
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Tarithnesti Goblin-nappers

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  01 Deepkolt 349 AC Shadow and Ra'ziir fly low, skimming the treetops while searching for the goblin encampment. After traveling about nine miles, they drop into the forest and begin stalking their way along the snow-covered ground. The pair creeps silently through the forest, closing on the goblin camp with the inevitability of death. The flicker of firelight draws their attention and the two alter their course, heading off to the northwest of their original route. The chatter of goblinspeak carries through the chill winter air. From this distance, it is impossible to make out what is being said but the words, "salt," "you burning it," and "shove off" can be picked out. There is a brief argument and the sounds of a scuffle before one voice snarls, "Fine. You so smart. You do it." In less than a minute, the smell of cooking meat reaches Spewer, the scent picked out of the air by his forked tongue. "Tastes like...squirrel..." a fe...
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Road Trip to the Dragon Isles - Ak-Baral

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  19 Newkolt 349 AC Arthur stares at the device. "Wow, that's handy." Once camp is broken down and breakfast is eaten, Arthur helps Agnes on to her horse as always and than gets on to his. "Alright, let's go." The group, now numbering five again, makes their way across the rocky desert. Phineas's strange mount is surprisingly fast but none of the horses like being near it and do their best to keep their distance. A few hours into the day, Davaa stands up in his stirrups, and signals a halt. He points down the trail, to a spot where the path draws close to a small oasis. "That's new," he explains. "Some sort of sinkhole must have opened up ahead. This whole end of the valley is littered with abandoned mine shafts and tunnels. We can water the horses but watch your footing down there." Arthur slowly makes his way down the trail to the water source and dismounts so the horse can take a small break but he keeps an eye out for dange...
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Road Trip to the Dragon Isles - Enter the Gnome

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18 Newkolt 349 AC The next morning, Davaa and Altan saddle the horses and prepare to take their leave of Alek-Khan. Arthur and Agnes join them a few minutes later and the group us soon on its way. They ride down from the foothills of the Skyfire Mountains and turn north once they reach the valley. To the east, the Sierra Khur range cast the valley in shadow as the sun creeps into the sky. "The fortress, Tur, stands at the far end of this valley," Davaa informs the others. "Once it comes into view, we will turn to the northwest and should reach Ak-Baral by sunset tomorrow." The day grows warmer as the party travels and the landscape changes from grassy plain to something much drier, transforming into a rocky depression between the two mountain ranges. It is not without water though. Streams created by icemelt running down from the heights carve shallow streams in the valley floor, giving the horses plenty of opportunities to drink along the way. Slightly after the...
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Tarithnesti's Defenders

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30 Newkolt 349 AC Ra’ziir settles Redclaw into one of the impromptu stalls, “I’ll try to find some snacks, my friend…” he says as he unsaddles and brushes the griffon. “I am going to need to see a map and have your scouts show us where they saw the army encampment. And a description of what they encountered as numbers of goblins, worgs and, Heaven forbid, hobgoblins." Shadow grins, "We can go out tonight and snatch a goblin or two to get some insight into what we are up against. Then the real fun begins. I've got a plan to even the odds a bit before our friends get here.” The Bladesinger will confer with the others, agreeing that striking out against the enemy targets as soon as possible is a priority, but emphasizes the need for a coordinated plan. “What do we know so far? Where are the closest targets? We need to cut them off from the main host… capture a few for interrogation.” The commander unrolls a map. Notes have been scribbled in the margins with arrows pointin...
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Day Four of the Odinsleep (The Lindwyrms Engaged)

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Day Four of the Odinsleep (Noon- 5pm) While Korbin lies dreaming, his body begins to change. His feathers molt away and are replaced by a new glossier ebony covering. His limbs stretch, becoming longer, thicker, and stronger. The tips of his wings, already bearing fully functional fingers become more dexterous, compensating for the change in his size. His feet spill out over the end of the cradle in which he has been placed and hang over the side. The Norn Mother adjusts his blanket, keeping him covered and warm during his ongoing transformation. The Maiden keeps the fire burning in the hearth while the Crone sits with her eyes closed, listening carefully for any muttered word the crow may utter in his dreams – eager to know what secrets he is learning, what insights are being revealed to him. - - - - - - - - - - Idunn turns her attention back to the battle atop the wall. She stares hard at the remaining Svartalfar and is suddenly more THERE. A reassurin...
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