Morthal Candle — The Swamp’s Whisper in Wax

The mist here never lifts—it lingers.

Step into Morthal’s peat-dark waters, where secrets sink like stones and the air hums with the weight of things unseen. This candle doesn’t just burn—it unfurls, a slow revelation of rain-soaked evergreens giving way to something darker: musk like wet earth, amber like old blood, woody whispers like the creak of a coffin lid. It’s the scent of a ghost dissolving into fog, of runes half-buried in the mire.

Hand-poured in slow-burning soy wax, this flame is for those who chase shadows, who know that the most powerful magic isn’t shouted—it’s breathed. Light it when you need your room to feel less like four walls and more like a witch’s hut at the edge of everything, where the air itself tells lies.

Choose Your Path:

WICKLETS™ – A fleeting wisp of Morthal’s secrets, like accepting a Daedric artifact—but with fewer existential regrets.

SPITEBITES™ – Raw defiance (and wax) for nightblades. Toss it in your satchel or leave it as a calling card in Dragonsreach.

WICKED WICKS™ – Flame of the Forgotten Vale. Scents strong enough to rival the Thu’um, housed in an Ecocrete vessel destined for second life as a potion vessel or draugr relic.

Each candle is poured in Morthal’s crest colors, hues as subdued and shifting as the swamp itself. Processing takes 7–10 days—“Swamp witches work at their own pace.”

Bring the enigma of the marshes into your home. Light it, and let the mist speak.

🌙 The water remembers what the land forgets. 🌙