Forgotten Temple Peppermint

Forgotten Temple PeppermintMood: Storm driven and half lost, you step through the vines and into shadow. The air shifts. Cold. Dry. Watching. Glyphs rise too high to reach. Echoes drag where they should return. And in the center of it all, a heat warmed slab and a warning left in Quillans hand: built before mortal men could count the stars. Smells like: Smoldering nag champa incense coils through sacred oakmoss and warm sandalwooddense, reverent, and ancient as the stone that

Mood: Fireflies drift through the twilight as colors flash in the distance as magic sparks around the party

Smells Like: Suede armchairs and cedar bookshelves

a forge burns hot enough to reshape what a person is made of

Smells like: Aged leather and luxurious saffron

Mood: Laughter like the ringing of tiny bells drifts through the woods

and an ominous hint of smoke

Below deck

and fir lend a fresh green depth

As movement through the green

Chapter VII: The Lost City (The Key Candle)

and come face to face with something ancient and cracked

Notes of Heirloom tomato leaf and vine