The Federal Republic of Gonthavnor is a mammoth, cultured nation, ruled by the Arch Mage with a fair hand, and renowned for its museums and concert halls, ban on automobiles, and daily referendums. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 7.758 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, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Roke Peninsula. The average income tax rate is 91.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Gonthavnorian economy, worth a remarkable 1,287 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 quite specialized, is mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is an impressive 166,003 Goldivories, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

All the cool kids have tetanus, the realistic depiction of tentacles is on the core syllabus of most art schools, The Pipe Bomb Makers' Pop-Up Book can be found in preschool libraries, and the government guarantees that tourists will have the ultimate trip on their trips. Crime is totally unknown. Gonthavnor's national animal is the Dragon, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Gonthavnor is ranked 329,022^nd in the world and 4,098^th in the South Pacific for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -17.74 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.