The Food Riots is a generic plot for use in the Cosmic Era
With mass produced manufactured food, adding flavor is a vital part of eating in the Cosmic Era
Part factory, part grocery store, part fast food joint
Which is the greater magic; that which can sink a castle into the earth or that which can make the world's greatest sandwhich?
Somebody has to put the food on the table.
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?
Stormbound, the ship rolls hard over to once side. All that is not strapped down is tossed violently overboard in a splash of freezing water.
There, on the horizon- a tower. Squat, it stands alone on a tiny island. However, it's the only land in sight, and any more of this ferocious storm will crush the boat to splinters.
Taking shelter within the ornate entryway of the squat tor, the party notes with interest that no signs of life break the silence of the stone tower. As they take another step forward, they realise why.
This is the fabled tower of Brenji, a rich merchant who wished none to share his enormous wealth. He constructed this tower to store his gold- trapped and ready for any potential thieves. But the ingenious pitfalls and scything walls are not the only dangers within the silent walls of the building. A guardian, left behind by Brenji, still stalks these very halls.
A rattling hiss echoes somewhere from below...