Experience the full Alliance Collection in this epic 8-candle bundle.

Isle of the Star

Mood: A white tree grows within the citadel. Its branches tremble in a brisk breeze that sweeps downwards, across the sloping green lands to the bustling harbor where the tall ships dart the dazzling sea.

Smells like: The timbers of great ships, kissed with salty ocean air and sandalwood.

High King of Men

Mood: A lord in a winged crown stands on the wall of his fortress. The sun glints upon his golden armor and a mighty sword is sheathed at his side. His realm is rich, his people prosperous.

Smells like: A warm breeze floating through cashmere curtains, elegant halls, and resinous amber.

Royal Dwarves

Mood: The Dwarven lord raises his cup to his lady, a smile on his lips. She accepts the goblet, regarding him with affection as they sit enthroned within their torchlit halls.

Smells like: Stately stone halls and crushed cherries steeping in a goblet of sweet wine.

Underground Kingdom

Mood: A bearded smith feeds seasoned wood into a smoking forge. Deep voices chant an ancient song that echoes through halls of stone, deep beneath the mountain.

Smells like: Spruce roots twisting through cool earth of the mountains and leather-wrapped handles of well-used axes.

Mighty Elven Lady

Mood: A slender hand rises in greeting, a single star upon a fair finger. The lady's eyes shine with the light of the stars. Flawless of feature yet ancient in wisdom, she radiates hidden strength.

Smells like: Beguiling oakmoss and rich amber twined about vanilla woods.

Elven Citadel

Mood: White spires tower over walls of stone twined with flowering vines, lovely yet impenetrable, a fortress against evil and darkness. Upon the wall, a lord and lady stand, watching, praying, hoping to keep evil at bay for yet a little longer.

Smells like: Sunlit halls and expensive spices wafting over silver bowls of tangy berries and ripe citrus.

Hidden Folk

Mood: A halfling gathers twigs in the forest, his mind thinking of the delicious meal awaiting him at home. He savors the peace of a simple life and the joys of growing things.

Smells like: Twigs cracking underfoot as swirls of caramelized cream waft through a forest path.

Wilderland

Mood: Between the mountains and the woods, a peaceful valley lies, alive with the babbling of a rushing river and green with life.

Smells like: Sun shining through green leaves along a winding road, drying hay and curling ferns.

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A rumor of darkness and evil swirls across the land, whispering in the halls of the great peoples.

It takes root in the kingdom of Men, a young race but proud, craving what they have been forbidden.

It haunts the Elves. An old race and wise, they know too well the destruction and horrors of war.

It echoes through the mountain chambers of the Dwarves. They dig deep, but can they escape the coming doom?

It stirs a Hidden Folk from their sheltered homes as fire streaks across the sky.

Alliances will be made and old grudges unearthed.

Will they stand or will they fall?