Keld's Candy Castle (non-MTX version coming soon!)

Music Credit: Darren Curtis, "Ale and Anecdotes"

Accompanying short story in the form of a letter from the lady of the keep to her sister:

Dearest Lady Margaret,

Oh, sister, it has been an age since we last laughed and reminisced together!  I hope you are well?  How are the children?  Growing like weeds I am certain!  Alas, but this place can hardly be considered a castle, with it's crumbling frame, drafty halls, and lack of anything good and pure.  I think you should feel very fortunate, dearest sister, that you were not the firstborn and saddled with this responsibility, nay, this penance of being the lady of this keep!  But I write to you with news, such wonderful news!  I have made grand plans for a wondrous occasion, sister, a wondrous feast and ball for the ages!

However, I must convey to you such horrible news as well!  The insufferable Mr. Moonwraith may still ruin all.  One can hardly suggest he is a mage at all, but certainly not the grand mage of his age!  He broods, he scowls, and I must attest that I am not certain he is still owner of all of his former wits!  You see, the castle waypoint was, shall I say, 'not functional' for what seemed to be eons.  The old contraption, fraught with bells, whistles, bonks, clangs - it is a wonder that it was ever functional at all!  Poor Mr. Martens!  He was to visit me to discuss plans for food and wine deliveries for the grand feast, but his plans were cut short.  Oh, my goodness, I must atone for my choice of words !  The infernal Mr. Moonwraith assured me that he had applied the right incantations, and gears, and metallic thingies and such unfamiliar things to make the waypoint device operational again.  I'm certain you cannot fathom my sheer horror in witnessing Mr. Martens' legs arrive via the castle waypoint without the rest of his person!  I am remiss to confirm that I cannot remove the sight from my mind.  The visions haunt me.  Mr. Moonwraith has since repaired the waypoint, but I fear this unfortunate event may affect attendance for the feast and festivities! Oh, sister, the rumors have spread, and I do so fear that I will be left alone to my darkest thoughts on what should be a spectacular evening!  Please say you will come!

I have since demanded that Mr. Moonwraith conjure joy and mirth where there is none.  He must permit me this request!  He just sits in his dreary library and stares at the void.  It sends shivers down my spine, sister!  I have requisitioned Mr. Moonwraith to create a Candy Courtyard!  All the flowers, trees, and mushrooms are to be edible confectionery delights!  A desert for the Gods!  Mr. Moonwraith, that insufferable, insufferable, wretched man, replied to my request sarcastically, "Yes, m'lady, I will repurpose the ancient portal device on the grounds and build a 'Confectionery Concoction Device' I suppose you want fireworks, too!"  With that, he shuffled away cursing me as he left my person!  The nerve of this abomination of a man! Oh, if I could only pick him up and throw him into the lake!

Oh, dear sister, please say that you will visit me.  I miss you so.  And the children, of course!  

With Love,

Lady Keldemina