Kingdoms of Monsters
I have spoken at length of monsters. Of how they come to be, what they are, what drives them. Here is what it is like to be ruled by them. Flesh Eaters Hulking, bellicose lords in towering keeps and castles, sneering at their lessers. Brutish and direct, ever warring for slaves and man-cattle. Their enforcers are parodies of true knights, or perhaps merely with pretensions of chivalry stripped away. No subtlety exists here, and attempts at it are quashed. Foolish though they are, they oft know themselves to be so, and silence the silver-tongued and learned with a cudgel lest they poison or misdirect the masses or themselves. Bow, scrape, know your place until your dismembered corpse is in the butcher's pot, or you laugh swollen and proud with the rest of them. The defining characteristic of such realms is tyranny. The lowborn cringe and shrink, the ogrish aristocracy jeers and batters. Raw strength and direct force rule the day. There is always a war, there is always a toll, always...