|Ancient carving of doom, courtesy of BabyBat.|
Ah, a fire-breathing pumpkin. The gateway demon to a cheerful holiday season.
They come from a story about a fellow named Jack, that tricked the devil into never taking his soul. However, Jack was a bad man, and when he died, Heaven wouldn't take him either.
So it is, then, that Jack wanders the world with nothing but a tiny ember of light, which he has placed inside his favorite food in life - a carved turnip. He keeps searching for his final resting place, but stands cursed to never succeed.
He is Jack, of the Lantern.
Sounds like a good Ravenloft Lord to me.