All published quests
The whole ledger, newest ink at the top. No filters, no dice, just the postings in order. If you'd rather rummage by vibe—combat, mystery, a conversation gone wrong—the quest board still has the pins and ribbons.
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At Halloween midnight the calendar page sticks—masks stay on, candy regenerates, and November knocks but cannot enter. Townsfolk cheer, then tire. Peel the month free, negotiate one more night with No…
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A remembrance table sets itself for ghosts with no living kin—empty chairs fill, and the forgotten ask to be named before the year ends. Hosts who refuse lose their own names by morning. Seat the lone…
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Spirits walk the streets demanding candy and unfinished justice in equal measure—ignore either and doors freeze shut. Processions grow; ledgers of old crimes open. Deliver both sweetness and a verdict…
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A cellar door opens only for the cleverest Halloween trick of the night—and whatever waits inside answers with a treat that rewrites one rule of the town. Tricksters line up; lawmakers panic. Win entr…
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The costume contest's secret judges are real monsters grading authenticity, menace, and snackability. Contestants who score too high get recruited; too low get eaten. Win without joining, sabotage a r…
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Blank stones in the graveyard etch living names overnight—winners get a year of luck; losers get a reserved plot. Panic spreads with each dawn carving. Stop the lottery, forge a blank that protects a…
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The costume-ball floor locks dancers into one endless number—partners change, fatigue does not, and the musicians cannot stop playing. Guests beg for intermission. Break the rhythm, replace the fiddle…
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Migrating witches clog the skyroads; crashed brooms rain into markets and refuse to fly for strangers. Grounded covens argue over right-of-way. Clear a lane, recover a VIP's broom, or invent traffic m…
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Farmers hire the restless dead to bring in the last crops; the zombies work hard and demand living supervisors who never sleep. Fields empty; managers vanish into the rows. Fire the crew humanely, joi…
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A popular seasonal blend curses drinkers to live in perpetual October—leaves fall indoors, pumpkins sprout from pockets, summer never returns. Cafés thrive; calendars riot. Find the spice that seeds t…
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As the Samhain veil thins, the living and the dead swap chores for a night—ghosts milk cows, farmers polish tombstones. Some refuse to swap back at dawn. Restore the roster, finish a ghost's unfinishe…
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The charity haunted house adds a new corridor whenever no one is looking—volunteers map rooms that weren't on the blueprint. Guests get lost for days. Chart the expanding floorplan, seal the growth se…
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A parlor séance summons the wrong dead—ambitious, bored, and eager to fix the living's lives. Relatives panic; the spirits rearrange wills. Send them back politely, hire the useful one, or find who sw…
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A warehouse of candy corn animates into a sticky colossus that patrols for 'unauthorized snacking.' Children cheer; dentists arm. Topple it without flooding the streets in syrup, negotiate a truce wit…
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Under an early full moon, the homeowners' association transforms mid-agenda and still tries to vote on fence heights and quiet hours. Minutes become claws; dissenters become snacks. Chair the meeting,…
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A charming realtor shows homes that stay empty no matter who buys—furniture resets, deeds fade, and previous owners wave from upstairs windows. Close the listing, free a trapped buyer, or buy one hous…
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Overnight, one enormous spider silk wraps the square—mail, gossip, and footsteps all vibrate to a listening nest. Merchants cut strands and vanish. Trace a message to the spinner, negotiate a toll in…
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A night market sells masks that are actual faces—sellers claim the originals volunteered. Wearers gain skills and enemies. Retrieve a stolen visage, expose the face-thief, or buy a mask that remembers…
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Local ghosts unionize and demand paid haunt shifts, break rooms, and hazard candy. Landlords lock attics; tourists cheer. Broker a contract, break a wildcat haunting, or side with the ghosts who promi…
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At the fair bobbing tank, winners taste childhood and losers drown in memories that are not theirs. The prize apple floats with a name carved inside. Win without losing yourself, pull a trapped bobber…
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A jack-o'-lantern on the clocktower grins wider each dawn and the sun refuses to rise while it burns. Merchants light lamps; crops sulk. Climb the tower, bargain with the carved face, or light a rival…
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A decorated street bends into another plane where candy is currency and manners are law. Children come back older, richer, or not at all. Map the detour, ransom a lost group with courtesy, or close th…
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A bone key opens only doors people wish they had never closed—closets of old deals, attics of apologies, cellars of almost-crimes. Thieves and therapists both want it. Escort a client through one door…
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Field scarecrows quit the crops and apply for town jobs, stuffing résumés with straw and threats. Crows celebrate; employers panic. Place them somewhere useful, send them back without a riot, or hire…
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The annual coven bake-off requires recipes that alter fate—last year's winner still ages in reverse. Judges vanish into pies; contestants cheat with stolen hours. Compete honestly, sabotage a doom-tar…
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October fog snips shadows from ankles and stitches them into Halloween costumes sold at noon. Victims feel light and hunted; fashion thrives. Recover a client's silhouette before it walks alone, shut…
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Officials counting black cats discover each feline answers to a missing person's name—and refuses to be counted twice. The missing list shrinks; the meowing grows. Track a familiar name into the alley…
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The seasonal hayride loops the same moonlit mile, dropping passengers into yesterday each time the wagon hits a certain rut. Tickets keep selling; faces age a night per loop. Break the circuit, ride a…
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Halloween sweets whisper the secrets of whoever handed them out—and refuse to melt until the secret is spent. Children become blackmail brokers; parents panic. Audit a candy trail, silence a talkative…
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Anyone still wearing a costume at midnight becomes that role until dawn—and some costumes refuse to come off at all. A clerk is stuck as a dragon; a mayor is stuck as a jester. Free the wearers before…
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The prize pumpkin grew a crown of vines overnight and now issues decrees from the patch—tax the cider, exile the scarecrows, appoint a knight of the rind. Farmers refuse; the pumpkin grows louder. Det…
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Something from next month knocks a day early—masks without faces, candy that bites back, and a calendar page that refuses to turn. Townsfolk freeze mid-harvest. Hold the line until midnight, send Octo…
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On Michaelmas quarter-day, rent spirits knock collecting coin, favors, and firstborn apprenticeships. Landlords who skip payment lose rooms to the spirits' ledger. Pay, fight, or rewrite a lease so th…
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Tradition demands a Michaelmas goose, but this year's bird speaks every secret at the carving table—including which guest poisoned the gravy. Hosts cancel; assassins advance. Protect the dinner, silen…
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A leaf-rake left outdoors overnight becomes a spirit that piles leaves into shapes of people who owe the neighborhood favors. The piles walk; debts get collected. Destroy the rake, finish the favors,…
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Ghosts of past crushers return to stomp grapes that only they can see, flooding cellars with phantom wine that intoxicates the living. Bottlers sell it as a novelty until people drown standing up. Exo…
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Classroom chalk dust settles on skin and writes accusations that only teachers can read. Students mutiny; faculty panic. Find the source chalkboard, scrub the town without erasing true evidence, or wr…
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Squirrels open a bank that accepts acorns as coin and issues loans with usurious interest in forgotten nuts. Townsfolk default; forests foreclose on cottages. Rob the vault, renegotiate terms with the…
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A spectral coach appears for homesick students and delivers them to childhood bedrooms—then locks the doors until they fail a test they already passed. Parents find empty beds that still breathe. Brea…
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A cartel corners the seed market for prize pumpkins, branding rival growers with rotting vines. Fair season depends on one smuggled packet. Infiltrate the seed vault, broker a ceasefire, or grow a pum…