The Federal Republic of Gonthavnor is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by the Arch Mage with a fair hand, and remarkable for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, sprawling nuclear power plants, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 2.578 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 82.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Gonthavnorian economy, worth 347 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 134,650 Goldivories, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Trade policy consists of ganging up on the new guy, elderly citizens regularly buy posh multimillion-Goldivory mansions, psychiatrists bizarrely accompany the Arch Mage to meetings with foreign heads of state, and films are funded in accordance with the volume of tears shed when reading the screenplay. Crime is totally unknown. Gonthavnor's national animal is the Dragon, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Gonthavnor is ranked 282,940^th in the world and 5,218^th in the South Pacific for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring -12.65 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.