The Free Nation of Kaltora
Land of the Hearth
Kaltora lies somewhere between the Indian Ocean and the imagination. It does not appear on maps in this universe — a cartographic oversight the Royal Government has never seen fit to correct.
Sixty-one million Kaltorans live across five regions: the snowbound Frostback Peaks, the warm Sapphire Coast, the golden Valoran Plains, the great trading city of Port Tariko, and Mount Kaltor itself — 4,912 metres tall and, by common agreement, the finest mountain anywhere.
The name is plain enough once you have the language. Kal is hearth. Tora is land. Kaltora — the Land of the Hearth. The nation was founded around 3200 BC, invented chess in roughly 480 BC to settle arguments without wrestling, and has spent the three thousand years since perfecting the art of feeding people who did not expect to be fed.
Feed First. Ask Questions Later. Etar prima. Demanda posa. — the national motto
This is not a slogan. In Kaltora, hospitality is a doctrine of state. Nolku vada etsin — nobody leaves hungry. A table is set with one extra place, always, in case someone arrives who was not expecting to. Apologising to a chair you have bumped into is ordinary good manners. Dessert before lunch is protected by Royal Decree.
The national philosophy fits on a beer coaster, which is where it is usually found: Eat well. Laugh often. Feed strangers.