Be warned, this is a joke-post. I saw one similar on tumblr, and decided to give it a hand. I might, later on, make a more serious post about the political playing field of my world, but who knows!
Politics of the Kurylian Saga
Kuryle: You have two cows. You milk them, and half of the milk goes to the priestesses of Vell.
Shea: You have two cows. You butcher one, sell the meat for furs and start a trader’s shop. The other provides milk for bribing officials.
Durdil: You have two cows. They freeze to death, and you have food for winter.
Thosfig: You have two cows. You share their milk with your neighbors, who share their grain, hunted meat, and eggs.
Dwaerves: You have two cows. They get eaten by cave crocodiles.
Aelves: You have two cows. You use them for fertilizer for your 100-year-flowering lilies.
Baba Yaga: You have two cows. People try to steal them. You eat well when they do.
The Boneman: You have two cows. Somewhere. Maybe.
