This was a series of posts I envisaged before my accident, a look at the population of a stereotypical fantasy world dubbed, Fantasyland. So as a continuation of that project, here is part two.


Above peasants? Not in the food chain but definitely in the societal hierarchy. The trusty steed, the war horse, the farmyard animal, the gentle giant, horses are all of these. Perhaps its a nod to how much society owes to these brilliantly versatile animals that they feature so prominently in fantasy. Without steam engines and airships like in Steampunkland, Fantasyland relies on horses to get from A to B in nearly every scenario.

So horses are important? Of course they’re the gift to the young prince who’s been demanding one since he was four and saw his elder brother atop his armoured stallion. This young prince the son of King S, who put the dents in the armour of King A, grows up around horses and becomes a fine rider. Leading cavalry charges against the forces of evil King D. These horses would undoubtedly live in better conditions than the peasants mentioned in the last post. Eating better than them. And unless they are strapped into their own armour, probably living longer than the average peasant trying to avoid the various pitfalls of being born as part of the scum-class.

Horse armour

Horses aren’t just gifts and war horses, But the tractor before the tractor. It doesn’t matter if they’re in the background, plowing a field that your protagonist is watching from afar. Or if they’re the horse the farm boy escapes on when the Dark Lords minions come raiding. Horses are omnipresent throughout Fantasyland due to the simple fact that they are the go anywhere (ish), do anything (maybe not sword fighting or juggling) component of life.

Horses are valuable as well, not in the same way as camels, turns out my sister is worth ninety camels, they can be sold for vast quantities of money should they be from the right stock. They’re often stolen from the surrounded protagonist by the filthy, flea-ridden bandits, enough payment to spare the life of their rider.

God knows what I’ll cover next post (Gods will be up in the final few posts) maybe merchants…