Executioner (Guild Exclusive)
Mood: A rope swings from the gnarly tree, casting an ominous shadow across the village square.
Smells Like: Red cherry brandy spilled like blood across a bed of sandalwood and fresh patchouli.
Scent Strength: Medium
Clad in a dark hood he stands, a massive axe in one hand. He looks out upon the gathered crowd, his face hidden, his thoughts dark.
The wooden steps to the platform creak and groan. A low murmur spreads across the crowd. In the distance the church bells begin to toll, their deep, mournful sound causing a shiver to run down his spine.
He does not flinch. He does not falter. Justice awaits.
"How did you get something so dark stuffed in such a great candle?"
"The sandalwood and the patchouli work really well together. You do get a sense that you are around a musky, kind of spooky, site..."