Tell me about your fictional forms of Government

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SHOUTOUT TO MIGHT MAKES RIGHT!

ONLY THE STRONGEST HAS THE RIGHT TO RULE!

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Elven "Government" in my setting is pretty much relegated to family heads calling the shots.

Elven society goes on about their "Elders" in public, but there are actually two elven words for ruler in elven that aren't casual insults.

"Grandmother" and "Grandfather." The elven word for "King" is actually a slur that literally means "Bastard-Father."

Any gathering of elves large enough to consider a political power is pretty much guaranteed to be a family, usually a bloodline thousands of years old, and because an Elf won't die of old age, Grandmother's and Grandfather's are every bit as sharp as they were when they came to the head of the family. Power doesn't change hands very often, usually following a great crisis, though most families that lose their grandfather or grandmother this way fall apart. It functions fairly simply on paper: A male elf serves the will of his forefathers, and a female serves her foremother, the only real exception to this being the Drow, who are exclusively matriarchal but not all that different in the long run.

The reason Elven society is fading actually has very little to do with the expansion of humanity or the regression of nature or "Magic leaving the world" (which is utter nonsense), and a great deal to do with the fact that, after millennia of (at best) borderline inbreeding, Elven pregnancies are highly prone to birth defects and immunodeficiency. Half-elves are actually incredibly healthy, vital individuals, but are unanimously sorted to the far branches of the family as bastards or "mutts".

As it stands, the only reason the elves endure is because of their longevity. The consequences of their breeding and societal norms have taken so long to come about because Elves smply don't experience generational progression like humans or dwarves.

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Dead wizards' pointy shoes.

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The Empire of Nine Silks has been ruled in an unbroken line of succession for 800 years. It has stood, never conquered, since the first tribes of men found the Undercourt, and started their tutelage, at the knee of the immortal elves.

The elves of the court rarely venture out, having instead turned to study and artistic pursuits, since [some great fucking cataclysm, im a hack].

Every old emperor is brought back to the Undercourt upon death, interred with the Silk-spinner, a mysterious machine/being that the elves guard, deep beneath the earth.
Every new emperor is brought to the Silk-spinner, before his coronation. Here, he is infused with every memory, all the knowledge of his royal line, is often remade somehow in the flesh, and is granted one singular vision of his future; He sees his death.

This makes the Silken Emperors exceptionally wise, heroic and generally awesomely martial. The Silkmen have, mostly, extremely competent leadership.

Also, the new Emperor carries a secret.
When he went before the Silk-spinner he saw no death.

A major city in our setting runs on what we've decided to call an Olviegarchy. The leadership is decided by way of an eating contest (soup, salad and breadsticks, naturally) at an annual festival celebrating gluttony.