Here is a story- i hope it's not too long.
A Typical Intrigue of the Days of Old:
King Jalung sighed. His empire was rife with factions. He had to keep a balance so that his own faction, the Warriors, could stay on top. His last plan to stop the priest parties that were their source of income had been scrapped due to shortage of people. But what to do now?
He looked at his "Intrigue Map". A cunning invention which had given the Warrior Caste an advantage, it had the relations between various figures within factions which could be exploited, and a list of the past deeds of every political player.
The map also had a graph showing political relations on a 1-100 scale, 100 being virtually the same faction and 1 on the scale being mortal enemies devoted solely to each other's destruction (accurate to within 10), and also a map of Sweden, as well as a map of the rising capital of Stockholm, showing the locations of all known political figures, allied and enemy.
"Snipes headed for the palace, eh? Isn't that a threat?" said King Jalung.
"Our relations with the Snipes are at 70, sir. We have nothing to worry about- we concluded an alliance” replied his adviser.
"Then who are they aiming for? The Temple is too far away to stop the latest party, and intelligence tells us that their relations with the priest caste are 50, anyway!"
"Maybe they're trying to steal the Swissian hairs."
That was a point- the noble's claim to nobility was the possession of hairs of the God Swissia when he was incarnate on earth. Stealing the Swissian hairs would be a major advantage.
"We should stop them- send 2 of my bodyguard! If the Snipes get the Swissian hairs, they could challenge me!"
"But sir- what if somebody tries to assassinate you?"
"Don't worry- we're the Warrior Caste, and only the Snipes dare take us on. Anyway, we have good relations- they'd never do that-"
Two Snipes rushed in, firing their bows. Luckily, both missed. Bodyguards rushed at them, and Jalung motioned to flee with his adviser.
"What the- our relations are supposed to be at 70!"
"Sir, remember? Our estimator was assassinated, and I’ve had to cover his job. And when I estimate on the scale, I’m accurate to within 100, plus or minus!"
King Jalung slapped himself on the head.
To be continued