D&D Character Journal: Maultaschen
Prianna’s Favorite Recipes from Other Domains: 12 / 25
Kartakass was a pleasant surprise. The forests there are thick, yes, but not suffocating the way Barovia’s can be. They feel like forests are meant to feel, alive, shadowed, but breathable. Music seems to travel easily between the trees, and perhaps that is why I found the place so agreeable. Harkon Lucas himself was… charming. That is the simplest word for it. In other domains, when I meet the one who rules, I am met with cold calculation or barely veiled contempt. Harkon delighted in conversation, in performance, in the exchange of wit. At the time, I took it as a sign of his nature. Now, with the benefit of distance, I suspect he simply enjoyed having another bard to spar with. It made my stay smoother than most. I first tasted maultaschen during a night thick with music and dancing, tables crowded and mugs never quite empty. They resemble ravioli in principle, but are far larger, generously filled with pork, spinach, and herbs, folded into soft pasta that holds far more than you expect. I watched more than one companion attempt to swallow one whole in bravado, only to discover that confidence falters quickly. There are endless rumors in Kartakass of wolves and worse prowling beyond the lantern light, and I count myself fortunate never to have tested those stories personally. Still, there is something about a dish so hearty, so boldly made, that feels like its own small protection. If nothing else, it fortifies you for whatever song or shadow might come next.
