Had a crazy dream last night.
Basically there was this fantasy world under attack by an undead army, and in it there was this elfish nation, except they weren't really classical elves so much as elves that lived in a weird utopian society and engaged in a lot of magical body modification. They were ruled by a council of seven that only made decisions by a 6/7ths supermajority, which meant they never got anything done and were paralysed by indecision.
Anyway, so there's this one kid (who was only a child by elf standards), who went to the book of life, which was the name for this magical living book that sort of acted as a consititution and a bible for their society, containing various legends and some prophecies and a bunch of rules. Anyway, he basically magically glues some pages in there that say that in this dark time, the youngest elf able to sit the council should become a king for all of them.
So since this has some historical precedent with the book growing new pages at certain points in time, some of them believe this is real, and those that don't just want their little nation to get it's shit together before they're being chewed on by mummies and zombies, so they agree to go along with this anyway.
So the child king's first thing is to declare a new currency, the oranj, with a J to distinguish it from the fruit, also, it uses the "ii" thing for plural so you'd say five oranjii. Which leads to this conversation with a council member:
"But we already have an official currency, nobody here uses it, but it was mandated by the economic alliance we're in, they declared all member nations must have a currency."
"Does it say anything about them having two?"
"Well... no, but no nation has two because-"
"Well we can be the first to have two."
Then there's some other stuff, like how the king declares that there should be a draft, then the councilors tried to explain that the wording of the draft conflicted with the established legal wording because it indicated all elves should be drafted, but since the elven life cycle often ends with them deciding to "return to the earth" by becoming rock or earth, or merging with a tree (which is what gives their trees their degree of sentience and mobility). They've got a huge statue garden full of statues that actually were the people they're statues of.
But the kid's just like "so let the rocks and the trees be our soldiers and whatever"...
I don't think the dream actually ended, I think from there it basically turned into some kind of RTS game... then I woke up before it concluded.