The Federal Republic of Gonthavnor is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by the Arch Mage with a fair hand, and remarkable for its daily referendums, complete lack of prisons, and multi-spousal wedding ceremonies. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 2.634 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 352 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 133,928 Goldivories, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

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, one does not simply walk into the tundra, and the government has officially clarified that "wee on your hands to save time" does not count as proper hygiene. Crime is totally unknown. Gonthavnor's national animal is the Dragon, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Gonthavnor is ranked 2,581^st in the world and 62^nd in the South Pacific for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 67.47 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.