#kasimir

haunting.

Tackling another Curse of Strahd NPC as ice cream flavors.

(My food art streams are here! /selfpromo)

Kasimir Velikov:

A black walnut base (deeply bitter, astringent, difficult to approach, but richness underneath).

Baked pear pieces (soft, fresh, alive running through the bitterness - pear is gentle, hopeful where the base is exhausted).

Walnuts in syrup as a topping (preserved, suspended in time).

Honey drizzle (the memory of his people as they were, communal and golden)

Kasimir and Rorik

Day 3 - Necromancy

Okay, I'm a little late with this but I was sick and now I'm catching up!

(Prop list is from @crowholtz )

(Spoilers for the Curse of Strahd below)

I love Kasimir and Patrina story but unfortunalely in my game we didn't really do anything with it (because we didn't know about what he wanted to do) and our characters realized something was going on when it was too late for him :(

I had a scene right after he signed the pact in the Amber Temple

My paladin: (detects the undead) On Ilmater! What have you done! You are dead now!

Kasimir: What? No, I'm not

My paladin: Yes, you are! I feel it with my sense!

Kasimir:...No, I'm not ( cuts his hand with a knife) See? I'm bleeding. So I can't be dead

My paladin: ...

The more Kasimir spoke, the more Luano realized how out of depth he truly was. He had to give the man credit, Kasimir was more composed than he thought. He expected a complete and utter nerd out. He knew he wasn't going to slip out of this. Mentally he groaned at the prospect of further explaining what had happened. 

His lips twitched, his smile faltering slightly. “You're telling me.” His thoughts back to the horrified expressions of his parents grabbing him by the nape of his neck. He winced, remembering the sharp nip. He sank like a rock that day, flailing about like a Magikarp out of water. 

He chuckled at the mental image, gesturing with a wave of his hand. “It was… a lot.” 

It was enough to spook the hell out of his parents watching over. What once a friendly visit turned into an entire affair. By the Tides, it nearly scared the shells out of them. “I guess I started longing for it…”

That's how it always started. A simple desire. The humans were fun and friendly. The sense of togetherness he observed was warming and inviting. Being that he was, it wasn't exactly the same. How could a Lapras dance with flippers? How could one hug their loved ones close? A Lapras language was unique on its own, he still appreciated it but he started to want more.

The humans were different. It was an experience he wanted to try. 

“You say it's impossible but how else do you find out you could do what you're doing now?” Luano said, arching a brow. “By trying, right? To say we can't is a bit out there to me.” He hadn't a clue how strong Kasimir was and he didn't want to know. It went without saying to him, the dark sclera was a dead give away. 

A reminder of something otherworldly. He knew poking his nose in someone's business was wrong. Let them spell it on their own if they wanted to, not dig a hole deeper than he could climb out of. 

He folded his arms. “I have been hanging around too many of your people. No offense. Legendaries,” he admitted. It was no use tap-dancing around the subject. He knew what Kasimir was but not which one. He was a nice one at least and that made him ok in Luano's book. “Maybe one of them blessed me without telling me. My region is full of them,” he groaned. 

Ever since Caspian and his family arrived, it has certainly been lively… 

“It took years to even learn how to walk. Speaking was fine and all but new limbs?” He sounded fatigued. “Everything came out as a garbled mess and my legs were like noodles.” His shoulders shook. “I didn't remotely feel human but I was. But I don't have the ability Hydration like my mom does. It skipped me so I have to take a small soak twice a day to stay moisturized," he grinned. “Nothing life threatening but dry skin is a killer.”

He paused as Kasimir presented the book. It was incredibly fancy. Likely worth two or more paychecks at work. He whistled, “Are you sure you wanted to bring that out here? The sand and water could ruin it in a heartbeat.” It was the type he could easily see on display, cased, never to be touched. Then he remembered who he was talking to.

A legend. It put his worrying thoughts at ease. But something else Kasimir said stood out. “You write? Huh, I don't meet too many writers. Share with me one of your favorites. I'm interested! ” He scratched the side of his face. “Fantasy though. Yeah I can be in that. I am a walking miracle to some,” he laughed. 

His voice lowered into a whisper. “Can you keep a secret? I'm a man and all and I'm not supposed to be into this but I like romance and poetry if you get me…” His cheeks grew hot. “I-I just want to impress someone, that's it. I don't know if you heard about A Last Petal and Lapras’ Song-”