Dearest Huntress Witches of Raven Coven,

As the final chapter of our Ghoulish Gourd Gathering unfolds, we’ve heard your whispers in the moonlit night. Initially, our last 3 pumpkins – shrouded in mystery – were meant to remain clueless. However, your enthusiasm and dedication have swayed the spirits.

Below, for the first and last time, we are revealing one unique clue for each of these elusive pumpkins. But heed this request: please refrain from asking for additional clues. The mystique of these pumpkins lies in their challenge, and thus, we entrust you with the task of keeping their locations a secret.

Remember, the rewards for these pumpkins will only linger until December 31, 2023. Should we discover that their hiding spots have been shared, we may find ourselves compelled to remove these rewards prematurely. Let the spirit of the hunt guide you, and may your witch’s intuition lead you to victory.

Happy Hunting, my dear witches!

🌙 May the shadows be in your favor! 🌙

In the search for Hexen Hellequin’s pumpkin rare,
Calling its name won’t suffice, beware, beware!
Strike a deal with the devil, secrets of hexes you must learn,
A seasoned witch in dark arts, a title you must earn.

If you’ve completed this hunt, in dark arts you’re already well-versed,
To find this pumpkin, you’ve mastered the task, you know what’s rehearsed!
In the craft of the arcane, where spells are often dispersed
We find liberation’s truest gift by the turning of the devil tarot card reversed.

Your path has been twisted, through spells and hexes cursed,
In the labyrinth of magic, where the unknown is traversed.
Now at the journey’s end, where dark and light intersperse,
You’ve already earned your stripes in this mystical universe.

In ancient times, beneath the starlit sky so vast,
Ancestors, witches, in their wisdom, cast
Their gazes deep into the abyss, so dark, so deep,
Creating astrology, secrets for them to keep.

In sisterhood, these sorceresses, wise and bold,
Crafted zodiacs in the abyss, stories untold.
But in their quest for the Abyssal Asmodagger’s light,
They stumbled upon words, hidden from sight:

“Battle not with your demons, lest ye become a demon,
And if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.”

Now, the riddle for the seeker, cunning and true,
To find the Asmodagger, what must you do?
With witches, demons and abyss intertwined,
Where should you look? What must you find?

Unravel the secrets that these phrases bind,
For in their wisdom, your answer is signed.

Through multiverses and whispers, ravens glide,
They carry goods, that span worldwide.
To find Malediction Mausogore, set your course,
Follow the raven, the interdimensional source.

Yet be warned, this journey, arduous, may bear a gory fee,
You can’t go through the looking glass without cutting yourself, the key.
What’s frail in this world might ancient be in another,
A twist of fate, in realms you’ll discover.

Now ponder the riddle, hidden in plain sight,
To trail the raven, what must you ignite?
Through the glass, where dangers amass,
Maybe the key you need already in your stash.

Seek what shifts from frail to power-laden,
In this journey of shadows, answers are hidden.
Follow the raven, through twists vast and diverse,
In the dance of dimensions, your fate converse.

In the depths of Raven Coven, where frustration reigns supreme,
Malediction Mausogore, elusive as a dream.
Driven hunters, crazed and obsessed, trailed its ominous trace,
Yet only a few, with maps in hand, found its secret place.

But heed this warning, as we foretold at the start,
This pursuit isn’t for the faint of heart.

In truth, Malediction was never far from thee,
Within the depths of thy very chest, a gory gift to be.
You sought so far, you searched so wide, you tread a path so dark,
Perhaps, along this journey, you’ve lost your sanity’s spark.

Yet, all you needed was to gaze within your stash,
Among your vault’s possessions, in the heart of the Ripper’s slash
When you find it, dear Raven will guide your way,
Stepping through the portal, where the looking glass holds sway.

There, you shall encounter the mighty pumpkin’s lore,
In a realm where its worth is questioned, evermore.

You’ve journeyed far, you’ve journeyed wide, your path a twisted curse,
Perhaps, in this endeavor, you’ve become something worse.
But fear not, for your quest is near its close,
Within your vault’s dark depths, where the gory key impose.