The Federal Republic of Gonthavnor is a massive, socially progressive nation, ruled by the Arch Mage with a fair hand, and renowned for its soft-spoken computers, sprawling nuclear power plants, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 2.627 billion Gonthavnorians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The large, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Roke Peninsula. The average income tax rate is 83.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Gonthavnorian economy, worth 351 trillion Goldivories a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 133,899 Goldivories, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Asking 'does my bum look big in this?' leads to 30 hours of self-esteem classes, conspiracy theorists allege that the government is spying on them through their carbon monoxide detectors, companies struggle to cover for the hordes of employees on parental leave, and one does not simply walk into the tundra. Crime is totally unknown. Gonthavnor's national animal is the Dragon, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Gonthavnor is ranked 285,423^rd in the world and 5,238^th in the South Pacific for Most Patriotic, with 0.31 flags saluted per person per day.