The Free Land of Rochallor is a massive, socially progressive nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape and suspicion of poets. The hard-working, democratic population of 3.821 billion Rochallorians enjoy a sensible mix of personal and economic freedoms, while the political process is open and the people's right to vote held sacrosanct.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 16.2%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The strong Rochallorian economy, worth 172 trillion Oats a year, is led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Basket Weaving, and Soda Sales. Average income is 45,214 Oats, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.9 times as much as the poorest.

Boats straying just metres away from the shore will raise the ire of the Coast Guard, foreign musicians that Leader dislikes are turned away at the border, construction workers evacuate work sites after finding sharp rocks on the ground, and it is a common belief that a sport isn't sport if there are no decapitations. Crime, especially youth-related, is relatively low, thanks to a capable police force. Rochallor's national animal is the Shadowfax, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Rochallor is ranked 248,965^th in the world and 45^th in Beleriand for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring -6.03 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.