The secret horrors of food in the Cosmic Era
Ruminations on the role of Magic and Food.
Who would want to make food you can’t eat? What purpose does this insane oven exist for?
Life is like a cheese, it starts off milk, then it curdles, and then it ages and you hope for the best.
Tell me what you eat and I’ll tell you what you are…
Reading through the animal thread and a conversation with Scrasamax lead to the creation of this thread. For the Adventurer with a taste for exotic meals…may I present. "The Official Strolen Citadel Cookbook".
Do you know what people should be eating at the social and technological level of your historical analog/ fantasy world? Do you know what people were eating in the real world at the same cultural/ technological level? Well here is your chance. Did you also know one of the main contributing factors to nationalism and the nation states, post printing press, was the creation of national cuisine through books?
This work is a real book. It should give you an idea of what people in your historical analog/ fantasy worlds should be expecting to eat. (Or at least if they are English.(
Food is Life. Food, what is eaten, when it is eaten, and how it is eaten, says a great deal about a culture.
Every culture has a different idea of what constitute’s breakfast. Even regions inside the same culture can vary quite a bit (like grits with hot sauce in Texas or Fishcake mix in omelets in New Hampshire). What do they consider “food” first thing in the morning in your space?
Oazduke's Vengeful Head.
The head haunts all headsman and executioners.
A floating, bloody head, long separated from its body, is a particular legend among a very particular group of people, executioners, specifically those that chop heads from a block for a living. It was that infamous highway robber, Oazduke the Vengeful, who when finally captured and put to the axe, screamed his foul hex, seconds before his head flew off.
"You will know it is me when I'm through
A curse on your ilk and on you!
May my severed head haunt you eternal
Frightening you headsmen infernal!"
Years later, not one but two(!) weary, puffy-eyed, spooked, headsmen, haunted day and night by Oazduke's insufferable severed head, approach the party cleric in order to hire him to exorcise the ghost head once and for all.