Name of State: The Glorious Confederation of Ale and Spice
Location: East Hills
Military: Mid- these people will die for their right to get themselves ale and spice. This stuff is serious business.
Government: A triple council; human, elf, redguard. The other two often spend their time drunk or spiced up enough to be able to ignore the fact that they're talking with a redguard or an elf. Arguments are normally settled by way of rock-paper-scissors.
Peoples: Humans, Redguard, Elves- controlled, again, by the titular two main exports of the Confederation managing to get the population to agree by dint of turning them all into erudite spice-users who are united in their love of ale and spice.
Laws: Mild. Most punishment is by taking away access to ale and spice for the offender, with very rare prison sentences and only two crimes- stopping the production of ale/spice and treason- resulting in the death penalty.
Religion: The Fellowship of the Barley and the Spice Weed- A 'cult' surrounding the worship of the main crops grown by the Confederation. Not entirely serious at all, as most 'cultists' will only jokingly mention it, even to foreigners and their own nation, over a nice drink at the various taverns dotting the Confederation's territory. An outsider may choose to be 'officially inducted' by partaking of specially 'blessed' ale and spice, and from then on he is considered a 'fellow'. No actual rituals apart from regular consumption of ale and spice is needed, and there is only a vague pantheon involving some sort of flying monster of pasta and unseen pink unicorns or something, and it is far more an organisation allowing its members to gather themselves for festivals occasionally rather than a true religion of sorts.
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