A particular scent has been bottled as a reward at the grim fayre. An obscene scent, created deliberately as an insult to practioners of the Occult. There was a time when the wielders of occult magicks were divided, cowering in fear of the Church. When the small majority that pursued knowledge were tortured, and burned alive. Since then, we have gathered in the north and have witnessed the inevitable obliteration of that Church.

We are of course, no strangers to the obscene, and thus respond in kind.

Anyone wearing this distasteful scent will find their lifeless bodies employed as sacrificial offerings to the persecuted. Anyone found dealing this particular commodity will experience a forceful unravelling of their psyche via what still remains of the Occultists at large.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Mayan, in the year 842 AF.