Session 5

General Summary

As the intrepid party of the Lynx Africa Adventurers entered the Caramel Caverns of Kronenbourg, they behold a circular cavern. Grazyna’s lamp reflects off enormous hard candies in the walls. Jolly Ranchers, Glacier Mints, and Bon Bons fill the cave with glittering rays of multi-coloured light. Zima, apparently having second thoughts of entering, vanishes from sight. A split second later he can be heard taunting the homicidal cupcakes outside. The small “pop” of Zima’s exit is replaced by a strange new noise. “Grangnangnangnangnang.” The party turns their attention north, to the shadowy exit of the cave. Sat either side of the tunnel are two tiny balls of candy floss. They seem to bristle at the attention, and that noise starts again, more insistently. “Grangnangnangnangnang.” Renato dashes towards the closest bundle of sugary strands to test it’s intentions. It declines to respond to the Elf’s hail except with a resolute “Grangnangnangnangnang.” As Renato gives it up as a lost cause and turns to rejoin the group, the murmuring candy floss lunges at a well turned ankle and reveals a sticky maw filled with jellybean teeth. The Elf is too nimble to be food for some tasty treat and deftly flicks their leg away as they withdraw to confirm the hostile nature of the fluffy treats to the party.
There is a stream of cursing and laughter from outside the entrance of the cave, and it seems Zima is having immense fun tormenting the rampaging delicacies.
Aware now of the potentially offensive inhabitants of the cavern, the party moves cautiously towards the balls of quivering cotton candy. As their eyes adjust to the near impenetrable darkness, Renato springs backwards, turning a somersault in the air just in time to avoid plummeting into the depths of a web draped hole in the floor. As they landed, boots kicking up puffs of sherbert dust but landing almost silently, two giant spiders descended from the cavern roof and joined the fray. Chaos ensued as the spiders and the candyfloss critters threw themselves at the brave adventurers with abandon. Spells sizzled and bolts zinged. Lilliana, having grown frustrated with the “Grangnangnangnangnang.” launched a terrible necromantic attack on one of the tiny critters. A burst of sickly green light and a whiff of sulphur marked the moment the creature turned from a ball of sugary spite to a pool of bubbling treacle. Mangetout found a thirst for blood as it severed limbs and sliced through spun sugar. A cheery “All right lads. What’s going on here then?” announced the return of Zima.
The candyfloss critters seemed to appear as quickly as they were dispatched. After every cry of celebration or echoing clang of iron on rock candy, more would appear. Graz noticed that some faintly glowing purple jolly ranchers in the walls which seemed to cause the noise to amplify and echo strangely. Being of a singular mind, the Halfling set about the nearest with her rapier. The tip darted at the confectionery and elicited the most incredible clamour. As though Graz had struck a temple bell with a warhammer rather than a solid wall with such a light weapon as this. A look of joy crossed her face for a moment as she imagined all the uses for such a noise in the life of a Bard. Alas, it was only a moment of respite. “Grangnangnangnangnang.” More of the things were crawling up through holes in the floor and walls.
The spiders were soon dealt with and, having been the primary concern, exploration resumed. Renato turned back towards the hole in the ground. Determining that it was both mysterious and spooky, Renato took several quick steps to the edge of the hole, a flick of well toned legs sent them flying into the air. A double salto layout with a half-twist and a perfect landing, slender arms reaching up into the air as if in salute to non-existent judges. A quick glance around, and then darting into the darkness.
Zima, taking advantage of the momentary disarray of the party, goes in search of the untold riches which may lurk behind any corner. Finding instead a huge figure formed of green jelly. Diligent effort and teamwork soon reveals this to be not lime jelly, such as any sane mind might have assumed, but green apple jelly. Truly this was the work of some twisted fiend. Not solely for the choice in flavour, but the creation of such a thing must surely be the result of some dark magics. No beast such as this could exist in nature. It must be some form of construct. Whatever it’s origins and nature, it shrugged off the bolts and blows it received as the party grew more desperate in their attempts to escape from, or subdue, the lumbering hulk.
The jelly green giant was enraged at the presence of these strangers. All attempts to enter into discourse were rebuffed by the swings of it’s mighty fists. It chased the dauntless warriors along the tunnels, following them into a wide cave. The sound of heavy footsteps echoing along the tunnels. As our valiant champions emerge, flustered and breathless, into the cave they stop for a moment to take stock. As they begin to put together a plan, there is a rustling noise and, far worse, “Grangnangnangnangnang.” coming from the walls. In moments they are all but surrounded. One candyfloss critter throws themselves desperately at Lilliana and latches on to a calf with it’s blunt jellybean teeth. Things look to be dire indeed for the adventurers. The words of the Lynx Africa Corps motto come back to mind. “Don’t die until there’s no enemy left.”
And so we leave our brave friends. Fighting for their lives. Perhaps for their very souls. Until next time...

Report Date

06 Jun 2021